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A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

the more distrest my mind If happinesse my sordidnesse hath found 'T was in the crop of my manured ground My fatted Oxe and my exuberous Cow My fleeced Ewe and ever farr owing Sow To greater things I never did aspire My dunghil thoughts or hopes could reach no higher If to be rich or great it was my fate How was I broyl'd with envy and with hate Greater then was the great'st was my desire And greater stil did set my heart on fire If honour was the point to which I steer'd To run my hull upon disgrace I fear'd But by ambitious sailes I was so carryed That over flats and sands and rocks I hurried Opprest and sunke and sact all in my way That did oppose me to my longed bay My thirst was higher then Nobility And oft long'd sore to taste on Royalty Whence poyson Pistols and dread instruments Have been curst furtherers of mine intents Nor Brothers Nephewes Sons nor Sires I 've spar'd When to a Monarchy my way they barr'd There set I rid my selfe straight out of hand Of such as might my son or his withstand Then heapt up gold and riches as the clay Which others scatter like the dew in May. Sometimes vaine-glory is the only bait Whereby my empty soule is lur'd and caught Be I of worth of learning or of parts I judge I should have room in all mens hearts And envy gnawes if any do surmount I hate for to be had in small account If Bias like I 'm stript unto my skin I glory in my wealth I have within Thus good and bad and what I am you see Now in a word what my diseases be The vexing Stone in bladder and in reines Torments me with intollerable paines The windy Cholick oft my bowels rend To break the darksome prison where it 's pend The knotty Gout doth sadly torture me And the restraining lame Sciatica The Quinsie and the Feavours oft distaste me And the Consumption to the bones doth wast me Subject to all Diseases that 's the truth Though some more incident to age or youth And to conclude I may not tedious be Man at his best estate is vanity Old Age. WHat you have been ev'n such have I before And all you say say I and something more Babes innocence Youths wildnes I have seen And in perplexed Middle-age have bin Sicknesse dangers and anxieties have past And on this Stage am come to act my last I have bin young and strong and wise as you But now Bis pueri senes is too true In every Age i 've found much vanitie An end of all perfection now I see It 's not my valour honour nor my gold My ruin'd house now falling can uphold It 's not my Learning Rhetorick wit so large Now hath the power Deaths Warfare to discharge It 's not my goodly house nor bed of down That can refresh or ease if Conscience frown Nor from alliance now can I have hope But what I have done wel that is my prop He that in youth is godly wise and sage Provides a staffe for to support his age Great mutations some joyful and some sad In this short Pilgrimage I oft have had Sometimes the Heavens with plenty smil'd on me Sometimes again rain'd all adversity Sometimes in honour sometimes in disgrace Sometime an abject then again in place Such private changes oft mine eyes have seen In various times of state i 've also been I 've seen a Kingdom flourish like a tree When it was rul'd by that Celestial she And like a Cedar others so surmount That but for shrubs they did themselves account Then saw I France and Holland sav'd Cales won And Philip and Albertus half undone I saw all peace at home terror to foes But ah I saw at last those eyes to close And then me thought the world at noon grew dark When it had lost that radiant Sun-like spark In midst of greifs I saw some hopes revive For 't was our hopes then kept our hearts alive I saw hopes dasht our forwardnesse was shent And silenc'd we by Act of Parliament I 've seen from Rome an execra●le thing A plot to blow up Nobles and their King I 've seen designes at Ree and Cades crost And poor Palatinate for ever lost I 've seen a Prince to live on others lands A Royall one by almes from Subjects hands I 've seen base men advanc'd to great degree And worthy ones put to extremity But not their Princes love nor state so high could once reverse their shamefull destiny I 've seen one stab'd another loose his head And others fly their Country through their dread I 've seen and so have ye for 't is but late The desolation of a goodly State Plotted and acted so that none can tell Who gave the counsel but the Prince of hell I 've seen a land unmoulded with great paine But yet may live to see 't made up again I 've seen it shaken rent and soak'd in blood But out of troubles ye may see much good These are no old wives tales but this is truth We old men love to tell what 's done in youth But I returne from whence I stept awry My memory is short and braine is dry My Almond-tree gray haires doth flourish now And back once straight begins apace to bow My grinders now are few my sight doth faile My skin is wrinkled and my cheeks are pale No more rejoyce at musickes pleasant noyse But do awake at the cocks clanging voyce I cannot scent savours of pleasant meat Nor sapors find in what I drink or eat My hands and armes once strong have lost their might I cannot labour nor I cannot fight My comely legs as nimble as the Roe Now stiffe and numb can hardly creep or go My heart sometimes as fierce as Lion bold Now trembling and fearful sad and cold My golden Bowl and silver Cord e're long Shal both be broke by wracking death so strong I then shal go whence I shal come no more Sons Nephews leave my death for to deplore In pleasures and in labours I have found That earth can give no consolation sound To great to rich to poore to young or old To mean to noble fearful or to bold From King to begger all degrees shal finde But vanity vexation of the minde Yea knowing much the pleasant'st life of all Hath yet amongst that sweet some bitter gall Though reading others Works doth much refresh Yet studying much brings wearinesse to th' flesh My studies labours readings all are done And my last period now e'n almost run Corruption my Father I do call Mother and sisters both the worms that crawl In my dark house such kindred I have store There I shal rest til heavens shal be no more And when this flesh shal rot and be consum'd This body by this soul shal be assum'd And I shal see with these same very eyes My strong Redeemer comming in the skies Triumph I shal o're Sin o're Death o're Hel And

crafty Barbell whose wit doth her commend With thousands moe which now I list not name Thy silence of thy beasts doth cause the same My pearles that dangle at thy darlings ears Not thou but shell-fish yeelds as Pliny clears Was ever gem so rich found in thy trunke As Aegypts wanton Cleopatra drunke Or hast thou any colour can come nigh The Roman Purple double Tirian dye Which Caesars Consuls Tribunes all adorne For it to search my waves they thought no scorne Thy gallant rich perfuming Amber-greece I lightly cast a shoare as frothy fleece With rowling graines of purest massy gold Which Spaines Americans do gladly hold Earth thou hast not more Countrys Vales and Mound● Then I have Fountaines Rivers Lakes and Ponds My sundry Seas Black VVhite and Adriatique Ionian Balticke and the vast Atlantique The Ponticke Caspian Golden Rivers fine Asphaltis Lake where nought remains alive But I should go beyond thee in thy boasts If I should shew more Seas then thou hast Coasts But note this maxime in Philosophy Then Seas are deep Mountains are never high To speake of kinds of VVaters I 'le neglect My divers Fountaines and their strange effect My wholesome Bathes together with their cures My water Syrens with their guilefull lures Th' uncertain cause of certain ebbs and flowes VVhich wondring Aris●o●les wit ne'r knowes Nor will I speake of waters made by Art Which can to life restore a fainting heart Nor fruitfull dewes nor drops from weeping eyes VVhich pitty moves and oft deceives the wise Nor yet of Salt and Sugar sweet and smart Both when we list to water we convert Alas thy ships and oares could do no good Did they but want my Ocean and my Flood The wary Merchant on his weary beast Transfers his goods from North and South and East Unlesse I ease his toyle and doe transport The wealthy fraught unto his wished Port. These be my benefits which may suffice I now must shew what force there in me lyes The flegmy constitution I uphold All humours Tumours that are bred of cold O're childehood and Winter I bear the sway Yet Luna for my Regent I obey As I with showers oft time refresh the earth So oft in my excesse I cause a dearth And with aboundant wet so coole the ground By adding cold to cold no fruit proves sound The Farmer and the Plowman both complain Of rotten sheep lean kine and mildew'd grain And with my wasting floods and roaring torrent Their Cattle Hay and Corne I sweep down current Nay many times my Ocean breaks his bounds And with astonishment the world confounds And swallowes Countryes up ne're seen againe And that an Island makes which once was maine Thus Albion t is thought was cut from France Cicily from Italy by th'like chance And but one land was Affriea and Spayne Untill straight Gibralter did make them twaine Some say I swallowed up sure 't is a notion A mighty Country i th' Atlanticke Ocean I need not say much of my Haile and Snow My Ice and extream cold which all men know VVhereof the first so ominous I rain'd That Israels enemies therewith was brain'd And of my chilling colds such plenty be That Caucasus high mounts are seldom free Mine Ice doth glaze Europs big'st Rivers o're Till Sun release their ships can saile no more All know what innundations I have made VVherein not men but mountaines seem'd to wade As when Achaia all under water stood That in two hundred year it ne'r prov'd good Ducalions great deluge with many moe But these are trifles to the Flood of Noe. Then wholly perish'd earths ignoble race And to this day impaires her beautious face That after times shall never feel like woe Her confirm'd sonnes behold my colour'd bow Much might I say of wracks but that I le spare And now give place unto our sister Aire Aire COntent quoth Aire to speake the last of you Though not through ignorance first was my due I doe suppose you 'l yeeld without controle I am the breath of every living soul Mortalls what one of you that loves not me Aboundantly more then my sisters three And though you love Fire Earth and VVater wel Yet Aire beyond all these ye know t' excell I aske the man condemn'd that 's near his death How gladly should his gold purchase his breath And all the wealth that ever earth did give How freely should it go so he might live No world thy witching trash were all but vain If my pure Aire thy sonnes did not sustain The famisht thirsty man that craves supply His moveing reason is give least I dye So loath he is to go though nature 's spent To bid a due to his dear Element Nay what are words which doe reveale the mind Speak who or what they will they are but wind Your Drums your Trumpets and your Organs sound VVhat is' t but forced Aire which must rebound And such are Ecchoes and report o' th gun VVhich tells afar th' exployt which he hath done Your songs and pleasant tunes they are the same And so 's the notes which Nightingales do frame Ye forging Smiths if Bellowes once were gone Your red hot work more coldly would go on Ye Mariners t is I that fill your Sailes And speed you to your Port with wished gales VVhen burning heat doth cause you faint I coole And when I smile your Ocean 's like a Poole I ripe the corne I turne the grinding mill And with my selfe I every vacuum fill The ruddy sweet sanguine is like to Aire And youth and spring sages to me compare My moist hot nature is so purely thinne No place so subtilly made but I get in I grow more pure and pure as I mount higher And when I 'm throughly rarifi'd turn fire So when I am condens'd I turne to water VVhich may be done by holding down my vapour Thus I another body can assume And in a trice my own nature resume Some for this cause of late have been so bold Me for no Element longer to hold Let such suspend their thoughts and silent be For all Philosophers make one of me And what those Sages did or spake or writ Is more authentick then their moderne wit Next of my Fowles such multitudes there are Earths Beasts and VVaters Fish scarce can compare The Ostrich with her plumes th' Eagle with her eyne The Phoenix too if any be are mine The Stork the Crane the Partrich and the Phesant The Pye the Jay the Larke a prey to th' Peasant VVith thousands moe which now I may omit VVithout impeachment to my tale or wit As my fresh Aire preserves all things in life So when 'ts corrupt mortality is rife Then Feavours Purples Pox and Pestilence VVith divers more worke deadly consequence VVhereof such multitudes have dy'd and fled The living scarce had power to bury dead Yea so contagious Countries have me known That birds have not scap'd death as they have flown Of murrain Cattle numberlesse did fall Men

do'st nor canst thou name It is her own heat not thy faculty Thou do'st unjustly claime her property The help she needs the loving Liver lends Who th'benefit o' th' whole ever intends To meddle further I shal be but shent Th' rest to our Sisters is more pertinent Your slanders thus refuted takes no place Though cast upon my guiltlesse blushing face Now through your leaves some little time I 'le spend My worth in humble manner to commend This hot moist nurtritive humour of mine When 't is untaint pure and most genuine Shal firstly take her place as is her due Without the least indignity to you Of all your qualities I do partake And what you singly are the whole I make Your hot dry moyst cold natures are foure I moderately am all what need I more As thus if hot then dry if moist then cold If this can't be disprov'd then all I hold My vertues hid i 've let you dimly see My sweet complexion proves the verity This scarlet die's a badge of what 's within One touch thereof so beautifies the skin Nay could I be from all your tangs but pure Mans life to boundlesse time might stil endure But here 's one thrusts her heat where'ts not requir'd So suddenly the body all is fir'd And of the sweet calme temper quite bereft Which makes the mansion by the soul soon left So Melancholly ceases on a man With her uncheerful visage swarth and wan The body dryes the minde sublime doth smother And turns him to the wombe of 's earthy mother And Flegme like wise can shew her cruel art With cold distempers to pain every part The Lungs she rots the body weares away As if she 'd leave no flesh to turn to clay Her languishing diseases though not quick At length demolishes the faberick All to prevent this curious care I take i th' last concoction segregation make Of all the perverse humours from mine owne The bitter choler most malignant knowne I turn into his cel close by my side The Melancholly to the Spleen to ' bide Likewise the Whey some use I in the veines The over plus I send unto the reines But yet for all my toyl my eare my skil It 's doom'd by an irrevocable wil That my intents should meet with interruption That mortal man might turn to his corruption I might here shew the noblenesse of minde Of such as to the Sanguine are inclin'd They 're liberal pleasant kinde and courteous And like the Liver all benignious For Arts and Sciences they are the fittest And maugre Choler stil they are the wittest An ingenious working phantasie A most volumnious large memory And nothing wanting but solidity But why alas thus tedious should I be Thousand examples you may daily see If time I have transgrest and been too long Yet could not be more breif without much wrong I 've scarce wip'd off the spots proud Choler cast Such venome lyes in words though but a blast No braggs i 've us'd t' your selves I dare appeale If modesty my worth do not conceale I 've us'd no bitternesse nor taxt your name As I to you to me do ye the same Melancholy HE that with two assaylents hath to do Had need be armed wel and active too Especially when freindship is pretended That blow's most deadly where it is intended Though Choler rage and raile I 'le not do so The tongue 's no weapon to assault a foe But sith we fight with words we might be kind To spare our selves and beat the whistling winde Faire rosie Sister so might'st thou scape free I 'le flatter for a time as thou did'st me But when the first offenders I have laid Thy soothing girds shal fully be repaid But Choler be thou cool'd or cha●'d I 'le venter And in contentions lists now justly enter Thy boasted valour stoutly's been repell'd If not as yet by me thou shalt be quell'd What mov'd thee thus to villifie my name Not past all reason but in truth all shame Thy fiery spirit shal bear away this prize To play such furious pranks I am too wise If in a Souldier rashnesse be so precious Know in a General its most pernicious Nature doth teach to sheild the head from harm The blow that 's aim'd thereat is latch'd by th' arm When in Battalia my foes I face I then command proud Choler stand thy place To use thy sword thy courage and thy Art For to defend my self thy better part This warinesse count not for cowardise He is not truly valiant that 's not wise It 's no lesse glory to defend a town Then by assault to gain one not our own And if Marcellus bold be call'd Romes sword Wise Fabius is her buckler all accord And if thy haste my slownesse should not temper 'T were but a mad irregular distemper Enough of that by our Sister heretofore I 'le come to that which wounds me somewhat more Of Learning and of Policie thou would'st bereave me But 's not thy ignorance shal thus deceive me What greater Clerke or polititian lives Then he whose brain a touch my humour gives What is too hot my coldnesse doth abate What 's diffluent I do consolidate If I be partial judg'd or thought to erre The melancholy Snake shal it aver Those cold dry heads more subrilly doth yeild Then all the huge beasts of the fertile field Thirdly thou dost confine me to the spleen As of that only part I was the Queen Let me as wel make thy precincts the gal To prison thee within that bladder smal Reduce the man to 's principles then see If I have not more part then al ye three What is without within of theirs or thine Yet time and age shal soon declare it mine When death doth seize the man your stock is lost When you poor bankrupts prove then have I most You 'l say here none shal ere disturbe my right You high born from that lump then take your flight Then who 's mans friend when life and all forsakes His mother mine him to her wombe retakes Thus he is ours his portion is the grave But whilst he lives I le shew what part I have And first the firme dry bones I justly claim The strong foundation of the stately frame Likewise the useful spleen though not the best Yet is a bowel cal'd wel as the rest The Liver Stomach owes it thanks of right The first it draines o' th' last quicks appetite Laughter though thou savst malice flowes from hence These two in one cannot have residence But thou most grosly do'st mistake to thinke The Spleen for al you three was made a sinke Of al the rest thou 'st nothing there to do But if thou hast that malice comes from you Again you often touch my swarthy hew That black is black and I am black t is true But yet more comely far I dare avow Then is thy torrid nose or brasen brow But that which shewes how high thy spight is bent In charging

in that hope I bid you all farewel The four Seasons of the Yeare Spring ANother Four i 've yet for to bring on Of four times four the last quaternian The Winter Summer Autumne and the Spring In season all these Seasons I shal bring Sweet Spring like man in his minority At present claim'd and had priority With smiling Sun-shine face and garments green She gently thus began like some fair Queen Three months there are allotted to my share March April May of all the rest most faire The tenth o' th' first Sol into Aries enters And bids defiance to all tedious Winters And now makes glad those blinded Northern wights Who for some months have seen out starry lights Crosses the Line and equals night and day Stil adds to th' last til after pleasant May Now goes the Plow-man to his merry toyl For to unloose his Winter-locked soyl The Seeds-man now doth lavish out his Grain In hope the more he casts the more to gain The Gardner now superfluous branches l●ps And Poles erects for his green clambering Hops Now digs then sows his hearbs his flowers and ●oots And carefully manures his trees of fruits The Pleiades their influence now give And all that seem'd as dead afresh do live The croaking Frogs whom nipping Winter kild Like Birds now chirp and hop about the field The Nitingale the Black-bird and the Thrush Now tune their layes on sprays of every bush The wanton frisking Kids and soft fleec'd Lambs Now jump and play before their feeding Dams The tender tops of budding Grasse they crop They joy in what they have but more in hope For though the Frost hath lost his binding power Yet many a fleece of Snow and stormy showre Doth darken Sols bright face makes us remember The pinching Nor-west cold of fierce December My second month is April green and fair Of longer dayes and a more temperate air The Sun now keeps his posting residence In Taurus Signe yet hasteth straight from thence For though in 's running progresse he doth take Twelve houses of the oblique Zodiack Yet never minute stil was known to stand But only once at Joshua's strange command This is the month whose fruitfull showers produces All Plants and Flowers for all delights and uses The Pear the Plumbs and Apple-tree now flourish And Grasse growes long the tender Lambs to nourish The Primrose pale and azure Violet Among the verduous Grasse hath Nature set That when the Sun on 's love the earth doth shine These might as Lace set out her Garments fine The fearful Bird his little house now builds In trees and wals in cities and in fields The outside strong the inside warme and near A natural Artificer compleate The clocking hen her chipping brood now leads With wings and beak defends them from the gleads My next and last is pleasant fruitfull May Wherein the earth is clad in rich aray The sun now enters loving Geminie And heats us with the glances of his eye Our Winter rayment makes us lay aside Least by his fervor we be terrifi'd All flowers before the sun-beames now discloses Except the double Pinks and matchlesse Roses Now swarmes the busie buzzing hony Bee Whose praise deserves a page from more then me The cleanly huswives D●ry now 's i th' prime Her shelves and Firkins fill'd for winter time The Meads with Cowslip Hony-suckl's dight One hangs his head the other stands upright But both rejoyce at th' heavens clear smiling face More at her showers which water them a space For fruits my season yeelds the early Cherry The hasty Pease and wholesome red Strawberry More solid fruits require a longer time Each season hath his fruit so hath each clime Each man his owne peculiar excellence But none in all that hath preheminence Some subject shallow braines much matter yeelds Sometime a theame that 's large proves barren fields Melodious Spring with thy short pittance flye In this harsh strain I find no melody Yet above all this priviledge is th●ne Thy dayes stil lengthen without least decline Summer WHen Spring had done then Summer must begin With melted tauny face and garments thinne Resembling choler fite and middle-age As Spring did aire blood youth in 's equipage Wiping her sweat from off her brow that ran VVith haire all wet she puffing thus began Bright June July and August hot are mine i th' first Sol doth in crabed Cancer shine His progresse to the North now 's fully done And retrograde now is my burning Sun VVho to his Southward tropick still is bent Yet doth his parching heat the more augment The reason why because his flames so faire Hath formerly much heat the earth and aire Like as an oven that long time hath been heat Whose vehemency at length doth grow so great That if you do remove her burning store She 's for a time as fervent as before Now go those frolick swaines the shepheard lad To wash their thick cloath'd flocks with pipes ful glad In the coole streames they labour with delight Rubbing their dirty coates till they look white Whose fleece when purely spun and deeply dy'd With robes thereof Kings have been dignifi'd ' Mongst all ye shepheards never but one man Was like th●t noble brave Archadian Yet hath your life made Kings the same envy Though you rep●se on grasse under the skye Carelesse of worldly wealth you sit and pipe Whilst they 're imbroyl'd in Wars and troubles ripe Which made great Bajazet cry out in 's woes Oh! happy Shepheard which had not to lose Orthobulus nor yet Sebastia great But whist'leth to thy Flock in cold and heat Viewing the Sun by day the Moon by night Endimions Diana's dear delight This Month the Roses are distill'd in Glasses Whose fragrant scent all made-perfume surpasses The Cherry Goos-berry is now i' th prime And for all sorts of Pease this is the time July my next the hot'st in all the year The Sun in Leo now hath his carrear Whose flaming breath doth melt us from afar Increased by the Star Canicular This month from Julius Caesar took the name By Romans celebrated to his fame Now go the Mowers to their slashing toyl The Medows of their burden to dispoyl With weary stroaks they take all in their way Bearing the burning heat of the long day The Forks and Rakes do follow them amain Which makes the aged fields look young again The groaning Carts to bear away this prise To Barns and Stacks where it for Fodder lyes My next and last is August fiery hot For yet the South-ward Sun abateth not This month he keeps with Virgo for a space The dryed earth is parched by his face August of great Augustus took its name Romes second Emperour of peaceful fame With Sickles now the painful Reapers go The ruffling tresse of terra for to moe And bundles up in sheaves the weighty Wheat Which after Manchet's made for Kings to eat The Barley and the Rye should first had place Although their Bread have