either And both upon one poore heart ever feeding I hill cold despair most cold yet cooling neither In midst of fires his ycie frosts is breeding So fires and frosts to make a perfect hell Meet in one breast in one house friendly dwell Tir'd in this toylsome way my deep affection I ever forward runne and never ease me I dare not swerve her eye is my direction A heavie grief and weighty love oppresse me Desire and hope two spurres that forth compell'd me But awfull fear abridle still withheld me Twice have I plung'd and flung and strove to cast This double burden from my weary heart Fast though I runne and stop they sit as fast Her looks my bait which she doth seld ' impart Thus fainting still some inne I wish and crave Either her maiden bosome or my grave A vow BY hope and fear by grief and joy opprest With deadly hate more deadly love infected Without within in body soul distrest Little by all least by my self respected But most most there where most I lov'd neglected Hated and hating life to death I call Who scorns to take what is refus'd by all Whither ah whither then wilt thou betake thee Despised wretch of friends of all forlorn Since hope and love and life and death forsake thee Poore soul thy own tormenter others scorn Whither poore soul ah whither wilt thou turn What inne what host scorn'd wretch wilt thou now chuse thee The common host and inne death grave refuse thee To thee great Love to thee I prostrate fall That right'st in love the heart in false love swerved On thee true Love on thee I weeping call I who am scorn'd where with all truth I served On thee so wrong'd where thou hast so deserved Disdain'd where most I lov'd to thee I plain me Who truly lovest those who fools disdain thee Thou never-erring Way in thee direct me Thou Death of death oh in thy death engrave me Thou hated Love with thy firm love respect me Thou freest Servant from this yoke unslave me Glorious Salvation for thy glory save me So neither love nor hate scorn death shall move me But with thy love great Love I still shall love thee On womens lightnesse VVHo sowes the sand or ploughs the easie shore Or strives in nets to prison in the winde Yet I fond I more fond and senselesse more Thought in sure love a womans thoughts to binde Fond too fond thoughts that thought in love to tie One more inconstant then inconstancie Look as it is with some true April day Whose various weather stores the world with flowers The sunne his glorious beams doth fair display Then rains and shines again and straight it lowres And twenty changes in one houre doth prove So and more changing is a womans love Or as the hairs which deck their wanton heads Which loosely fly and play with every winde And with each blast turn round their golden threads Such as their hair such is their looser minde The difference this their hair is often bound But never bonds a woman might impound False is their flattering colour false and fading False is their flattering tongue false every part Their hair is forg'd their silver foreheads shading False are their eyes but falsest is their heart Then this in consequence must needs ensue All must be false when every part 's untrue Fond then my thoughts which thought a thing so vain Fond hopes that anchour on so false a ground Fond love to love what could not love again Fond heart thus fir'd with love in hope thus drown'd Fond thoughts fond heart fond hope but fondest I To grasp the winde and love inconstancie A reply upon the fair M. S. A Daintie maid that drawes her double name From bitter sweetnesse with sweet bitternesse Did late my skill and faulty verses blame And to her loving friend did plain confesse That I my former credit foul did shame And might no more a poets name professe The cause that with my verse she was offended For womens levitie I discommended Too true you said that poet I was never And I confesse it fair if that content ye That then I playd the poet lesse then ever Not for of such a verse I now repent me Poets to feigne and make fine lies endeavour But I the truth truth ah too certain sent ye Then that I am no poet I denie not For when their lightnesse I condemne I ly not But if my verse had ly'd against my minde And praised that which truth cannot approve And falsly said they were as fair as kinde As true as sweet their faith could never move But sure is linkt where constant love they finde That with sweet braving they vie truth and love If thus I write it cannot be deni'd But I a poet were so foul I ly'd But give me leave to write as I have found Like ruddy apples are their outsides bright Whose skin is fair the core or heart unsound Whose cherry-cheek the eye doth much delight But inward rottennesse the taste doth wound Ah! were the taste so good as is the sight To pluck such apples lost with self same price Would back restore us part of paradise But truth hath said it truth who dare denie Men seldome are more seldome women sure But if fair-sweet thy truth and constancie To better faith thy thoughts and minde procure If thy firm truth could give firm truth the lie If thy first love will first and last endure Thou more then woman art if time so proves thee And he more then a man that loved loves thee An Apologie for the premises to the Ladie Culpepper WHo with a bridle strives to curb the waves Or in a cypresse chest locks flaming fires So when love angred in thy bosome raves And grief with love a double flame inspires By silence thou mayst adde but never lesse it The way is by expressing to represse it Who then will blame affection not respected To vent in grief the grief that so torments him Passion will speak in passion if neglected Love that so soon will chide as soon repents him And therefore boyish Love's too like a boy With a toy pleas'd displeased with a toy Have you not seen when you have chid or fought That lively picture of your lovely beauty Your pretty childe at first to lowre or pout But soon again reclaim'd to love and duty Forgets the rod and all her anger ends Playes on your lap or on your neck depends Too like that pretty childe is childish Love That when in anger he is wrong'd or beat Will rave and chide and every passion prove But soon to smiles and fawns turns all his heat And prayes and swears he never more will do it Such one is Love alas that women know it But if so just excuse will not content ye But still you blame the words of angry Love Here I recant and of those words repent me In signe hereof I offer now to prove That changing womens love is
doth spew Black smothering flames roll'd in loud thunder-claps The pitchie vapours choke the shining ray And bring dull night upon the smiling day The wavering Aetna shakes and fain would runne away 23 Yet could his bat-ey'd legions eas'ly see In this dark Chaos they the seed of night But these not so who night and darknesse flee For they the sonnes of day and joy in light But Knowledge soon began a way devise To bring again the day and cleare their eyes So open'd Fido's shield and golden veil unties 24 Of one pure diamond celestiall fair That heav'nly shield by cunning hand was made Whose light divine spred through the mistie aire To brightest morn would turn the Western shade And lightsome day beget before his time Framed in heav'n without all earthly crime Dipt in the firy Sunne which burnt the baser slime 25 As when from fennie moor 's the lumpish clouds With rising steams damp the bright mornings face At length the piercing Sunne his team unshrouds And with his arrows th' idle fogge doth chase The broken mist lies melted all in tears So this bright shield the stinking darknesse teares And giving back the day dissolves their former fears 26 Which when afarre the firie Dragon spies His slights deluded with so little pain To his last refuge now at length he flies Long time his pois'nous gorge he seem'd to strain At length with loathly sight he up doth spue From stinking panch a most deformed crue That heav'n it self did flie from their most ugly view 27 The first that crept from his detested maw Was Hamartia foul deformed wight More foul deform'd the Sunne yet never saw Therefore she hates the all-betraying light A woman seem'd she in her upper part To which she could such lying glosse impart That thousands she had slain with her deceiving art 28 The rest though hid in serpents form arayd With iron scales like to a plaited mail Over her back her knotty tail displaid Along the empty aire did lofty sail The end was pointed with a double sting Which with such dreaded might she wont to fling That nought could help the wound but bloud of heav'nly King 29 Of that first woman her the Dragon got The foulest bastard of so fair a mother Whom when she saw so fil'd with monstrous spot She cast her hidden shame and birth to smother But she welnigh her mothers self had slain And all that dare her kindely entertain So some parts of her damme more of her sire remain 30 Her viperous locks hung loose about her eares Yet with a monstrous snake she them restrains Which like a border on her head she wears About her neck hang down long adder chains In thousand knots and wreaths infolded round Which in her anger lightly she unbound And darting farre away would sure and deadly wound 31 Yet fair and lovely seems to fools dimme eyes But hell more lovely Pluto's self more fair Appears when her true form true light descries Her loathsome face blancht skinne and snakie hair Her shapelesse shape dead life her carrion smell The devils dung the childe and damme of hell Is chaffer fit for fools their precious souls to sell. 32 The second in this rank was black Despair Bred in the dark wombe of eternall Night His looks fast nail'd to Sinne long sootie hair Fill'd up his lank cheeks with wide-staring fright His leaden eyes retir'd into his head Light heav'n and earth himself and all things fled A breathing coarse he seem'd wrapt up in living lead 33 His bodie all was fram'd of earthly paste And heavie mold yet earth could not content him Heav'n fast he flies and heav'n fled him as fast Though ' kin to hell yet hell did much torment him His very soul was nought but ghastly fright With him went many a fiend and ugly sprite Armed with ropes and knives all instruments of spite 34 In stead of feathers on his dangling crest A lucklesse Raven spred her blackest wings And to her croaking throat gave never rest But deathfull verses and sad dirges sings His hellish arms were all with fiends embost Who damned souls with endlesse torments roast And thousand wayes devise to vex the tortur'd ghost 35 Two weapons sharp as death he ever bore Strict Iudgement which from farre he deadly darts Sinne at his side a two edg'd sword he wore With which he soon appalls the stoutest hearts Upon his shield Alecto with a wreath Of snakie whips the dam'd souls tortureth And round about was wrote Reward of sinne is death 36 The last two brethren were farre different Onely in common name of death agreeing The first arm'd with a sithe still mowing went Yet whom and when he murder'd never seeing Born deaf and blinde nothing might stop his way No prayers no vows his keenest sithe could stay Nor Beauties self his spite nor Vertues self allay 37 No state no age no sex may hope to move him Down falls the young and old the boy and maid Nor begger can intreat nor King reprove him All are his slaves in 's cloth of flesh araid The bride he snatches from the bridegrooms arms And horrour brings in midst of loves alarms Too well we know his power by long experienc't harms 38 A dead mans skull suppli'd his helmets place A bone his club his armour sheets of lead Some more some lesse fear his all-frighting face But most who sleep in downie pleasures bed But who in life have daily learnt to die And dead to this live to a life more high Sweetly in death they sleep and slumbring quiet lie 39 The second farre more foul in every part Burnt with blue fire and bubbling sulphure streams Which creeping round about him fill'd with smart His cursed limbes that direly he blasphemes Most strange it seems that burning thus for ever No rest no time no place these flames may sever Yet death in thousand deaths without death dieth never 40 Soon as these hellish monsters came in sight The Sunne his eye in jettie vapours drown'd Scar'd at such hell-hounds view heav'ns ' mazed light Sets in an early evening earth astound Bids dogs with houls give warning at which sound The fearfull ayer starts seas break their bound And frighted fled away no sands might them impound 41 The palsied troop first like asps shaken fare Till now their heart congeal'd in icie bloud Candied the ghastly face locks stand and stare Thus charm'd in ranks of stone they marshall'd stood Their uselesse swords fell idlely on the plain And now the triumph sounds in loftie strain So conqu'ring Dragon bindes the Knights with slavish chain 42 As when proud Phineus in his brothers feast Fill'd all with tumult and intestine broil Wise Perseus with such multitudes opprest Before him bore the snakie Gorgons spoil The vulgar rude stood all in marble chang'd And in vain ranks and rockie order rang'd Were now more quiet guests from former rage estrang'd 43 The fair Eclecta who with grief had stood Viewing th' oft changes
with your rich fragrant favours Nor may nor ever shall those honour'd flowers Be spoil'd by summers heat or winters showers But last when eating time shal gnaw the proudest towers 16 Happy thrice happy times in silver age When generous plants advanc't their lofty crest When honour stoopt to be learn'd wisdomes page When baser weeds starv'd in their frozen nest When th' highest flying Muse still highest climbes And vertues rise keeps down all rising crimes Happy thrice happy age happy thrice happy times 17 But wretched we to whom these iron daies Hard daies afford nor matter nor reward Sings Maro men deride high Maro's layes Their hearts with lead with steel their sense is barr'd Sing Linus or his father as he uses Our Midas eares their well tun'd verse refuses What cares an asse for arts he brayes at sacred Muses 18 But if fond Bavius vent his clowted song Or Maevius chaunt his thoughts in brothell charm The witlesse vulgar in a numerous throng Like summer flies about their dunghills swarm They sneer they grinne Like to his like will move Yet never let them greater mischief prove Then this Who hates not one may he the other love 19 Witnesse our Colin whom though all the Graces And all the Muses nurst whose well taught song Parnassus self and Glorian embraces And all the learn'd and all the shepherds throng Yet all his hopes were crost all suits deni'd Discourag'd scorn'd his writings vilifi'd Poorly poore man he liv'd poorly poore man he di'd 20 And had not that great Hart whose honour'd head Ah lies full low piti'd thy wofull plight There hadst thou lien unwept unburied Unblest nor grac't with any common rite Yet shalt thou live when thy great foe shall sink Beneath his mountain tombe whose fame shall stink And time his blacker name shall blurre with blackest ink 21 O let th' Iambick Muse revenge that wrong Which cannot slumber in thy sheets of lead Let thy abused honour crie as long As there be quills to write or eyes to reade On his rank name let thine own votes be turn'd Oh may that man that hath the Muses scorn'd Alive nor dead be ever of a Muse adorn'd 22 Oft therefore have I chid my tender Muse Oft my chill breast beats off her fluttering wing Yet when new spring her gentle rayes infuse All storms are laid I 'gin to chirp and sing At length soft fires disperst in every vein Yeeld open passage to the thronging train And swelling numbers tide rolls like the surging main 23 So where fair Thames and crooked Isis sonne Payes tribute to his King the mantling stream Encounter'd by the tides now rushing on With equall force of 's way doth doubtfull seem At length the full-grown sea and waters King Chide the bold waves with hollow murmuring Back flie the streams to shroud them in their mother spring 24 Yet thou sweet numerous Muse why should'st thou droop That every vulgar eare thy musick scorns Nor can they rise nor thou so low canst stoop No seed of heav'n takes root in mud or thorns When owls or crows imping their flaggy wing With thy stoln plumes their notes through th' ayer fling Oh shame They howl croke while fond they strain to sing 25 Enough for thee in heav'n to build thy nest Farre be dull thoughts of winning dunghill praise Enough if Kings enthrone thee in their breast And crown their golden crowns with higher baies Enough that those who weare the crown of Kings Great Israels Princes strike thy sweetest strings Heav'ns Dove when high'st he flies flies with thy heav'nly wings 26 Let others trust the seas dare death and hell Search either Inde vaunt of their scarres and wounds Let others their deare breath nay silence sell To fools and swoln not rich stretch out their bounds By spoiling those that live and wronging dead That they may drink in pearl and couch their head In soft but sleeplesse down in rich but restlesse bed 27 Oh let them in their gold quaffe dropsies down Oh let them surfets feast in silver bright While sugar hires the taste the brain to drown And bribes of sauce corrupt false appetite His masters rest health heart life soul to sell. Thus plentie fulnesse sicknesse ring their knell Death weds and beds them first in grave and then in hell 28 But ah let me under some Kentish hill Neare rowling Medway 'mong my shepherd peers With fearlesse merrie-make and piping still Securely passe my few and slow-pac'd yeares While yet the great Augustus of our nation Shuts up old Ianus in this long cessation Strength'ning our pleasing ease and gives us sure vacation 29 There may I master of a little flock Feed my poore lambes and often change their fare My lovely mate shall tend my sparing stock And nurse my little ones with pleasing care Whose love and look shall speak their father plain Health be my feast heav'n hope content my gain So in my little house my lesser heart shall reigne 30 The beech shall yeeld a cool safe canopie While down I fit and chaunt to th' echoing wood Ah singing might I live and singing die So by fair Thames or silver Medwayes floud The dying swan when yeares her temples pierce In musick strains breathes out her life and verse And chaunting her own dirge tides on her watry herse 31 What shall I then need seek a patron out Or begge a favour from a mistris eyes To fence my song against the vulgar rout Or shine upon me with her Geminies What care I if they praise my slender song Or reck I if they do me right or wrong A shepherds blisse nor stands nor falls to ev'ry tongue 32 Great prince of shepherds then thy heav'ns more high Low as our earth here serving ruling there Who taught'st our death to live thy life to die Who when we broke thy bonds our bonds would'st bear Who reignedst in thy heav'n yet felt'st our hell Who God bought'st man whom man though God did sell Who in our flesh our graves and worse our hearts would'st dwell 33 Great Prince of shepherds thou who late didst deigne To lodge thy self within this wretched breast Most wretched breast such guest to entertain Yet oh most happy lodge in such a guest Thou first and last inspire thy sacred skill Guide thou my hand grace thou my artlesse quill So shall I first begin so last shall end thy will 54 Heark then ah heark you gentle shepheard-crue An Isle I fain would sing an Island fair A place too seldome view'd yet still in view Neare as our selves yet farthest from our care Which we by leaving finde by seeking lost A forrain home a strange though native coast Most obvious to all yet most unkown to most 35 Coëvall with the world in her nativitie Which though it now hath pass'd through many ages And still retain'd a naturall proclivitie To ruine compast with a thousand rages Of foe-mens spite which still this Island tosses Yet ever grows more prosp'rous by her
didst spread On those dark waters thy all-opening light Thou who of late of thy great bounty head This nest of hellish fogges and Stygian night With thy bright orient Sunne hast fair renew'd And with unwonted day hast it endu'd Which late both day thee and most it self eschew'd 27 Dread Spirit do thou those severall bands unfold Both which thou sent'st a needfull supplement To this lost Isle and which with courage bold Hourely assail thy rightfull regiment And with strong hand oppresse keep them under Raise now my humble vein to lofty thunder That heav'n and earth may sound resound thy praises wonder 28 The Islands Prince of frame more then celestiall Is rightly call'd th' all-seeing Intellect All glorious bright such nothing is terrestriall Whose Sun-like face and most divine aspect No humane sight may ever hope descrie For when himself on 's self reflects his eye Dull and amaz'd he stands at so bright majestie 29 Look as the Sunne whose ray and searching light Here there and every where it self displayes No nook or corner flies his piercing sight Yet on himself when he reflects his rayes Soon back he flings the too bold vent'ring gleam Down to the earth the flames all broken stream Such is this famous Prince such his unpierced beam 30 His strangest body is not bodily But matter without matter never fill'd Nor filling though within his compasse high All heav'n and earth and all in both are held Yet thousand thousand heav'ns he could contain And still as empty as at first remain And when he takes in most readi'st to take again 31 Though travelling all places changing none Bid him soar up to heav'n and thence down throwing The centre search and Dis dark realm he 's gone Returns arrives before thou saw'st him going And while his weary kingdome safely sleeps All restlesse night he watch and warding keeps Never his carefull head on resting pillow steeps 32 In every quarter of this blessed Isle Himself both present is and President Nor once retires ah happy realm the while That by no Officers lewd lavishment With greedie lust and wrong consumed art He all in all and all in every part Does share to each his due and equall dole impart 33 He knows nor death nor yeares nor feeble age But as his time his strength and vigour grows And when his kingdome by intestine rage Lies broke and wasted open to his foes And batter'd sconce now flat and even lies Sooner then thought to that great Judge he flies Who weighs him just reward of good or injuries 34 For he the Judges Viceroy here is plac't Where if he live as knowing he may die He never dies but with fresh pleasures grac't Bathes his crown'd head in soft eternitie Where thousand joyes and pleasures ever new And blessings thicker then the morning dew With endlesse sweets rain down on that immortall crue 35 There golden starres set in the crystall snow There daintie joyes laugh at white-headed caring There day no night delight no end shall know Sweets without surfet fulnesse without sparing And by its spending growing happinesse There God himself in glories lavishnesse Diffus'd in all to all is all full blessednesse 36 But if he here neglect his Masters law And with those traitours 'gainst his Lord rebells Down to the deeps ten thousand fiends him draw Deeps where night death despair and horrour dwells And in worst ills still worse expecting fears Where fell despite for spite his bowels tears And still increasing grief and torment never wears 37 Prayers there are idle death is woo'd in vain In midst of death poore wretches long to die Night without day or rest still doubling pain Woes spending still yet still their end lesse nigh The soul there restlesse helplesse hopelesse lies The body frying roars and roaring fries There 's life that never lives there 's death that never dies 38 Hence while unsetled here he fighting reignes Shut in a Tower where thousand enemies Assault the fort with wary care and pains He guards all entrance and by divers spies Searches into his foes and friends designes For most he fears his subjects wavering mindes This Tower then onely falls when treason undermines 39 Therefore while yet he lurks in earthly tent Disguis'd in worthlesse robes and poore attire Trie we to view his glories wonderment And get a sight of what we so admire For when away from this sad place he flies And in the skies abides more bright then skies Too glorious is his sight for our dimme mortall eyes 40 So curl'd-head Thetis waters feared Queen But bound in cauls of sand yeelds not to sight And planets glorious King may best be seen When some thinne cloud dimmes his too piercing light And neither none nor all his face discloses For when his bright eye full our eye opposes None gains his glorious sight but his own sight he loses 41 Within the Castle sit eight Counsellers That help him in this tent to govern well Each in his room a severall office bears Three of his inmost private counsell deal In great affairs five of lesse dignitie Have outward Courts and in all actions prie But still referre the doom to Courts more fit and high 42 Those five fair brethren which I sung of late For their just number call'd the Pemptarchie The other three three pillars of the state The first in midst of that high Tower doth lie The chiefest mansion of this glorious King The Judge and Arbiter of every thing Which those five brethrens poasts in to his office bring 43 Of middle yeares and seemly personage Father of laws the rule of wrong and right Fountain of judgement therefore wondrous sage Discreet and wise of quick and nimble sight Not those seven Sages might him parallell Nor he whom Pythian Maid did whilome tell To be the wisest man that then on earth did dwell 44 As Neptunes cestern sucks in tribute tides Yet never full which every chanel brings And thirstie drinks and drinking thirstie bides For by some hidden way back to the springs It sends the streams in erring conduits spread Which with a circling dutie still are led So ever feeding them is by them ever fed 45 Ev'n so the first of these three Counsellers Gives to the five the power of all-descrying Which back to him with mutuall dutie bears All their informings and the causes trying For through strait waies the nimble Poast ascends Unto his hall there up his message sends Which to the next well scann'd he straightway recommends 46 The next that in the Castles front is plac't Phantastes hight his yeares are fresh and green His visage old his face too much defac't With ashes pale his eyes deep sunken been With often thoughts and never slackt intention Yet he the fount of speedy apprehension Father of wit the well of arts and quick invention 47 But in his private thoughts and busy brain Thousand thinne forms and idle fancies flit The three-shap't Sphinx and direfull
around Their heads much lighter then their nimble heels Silenus old in wine as ever drown'd Clos'd with the ring in midst though sitting reels Under his arm a bag-pipe swoln he held Yet wine-swoln cheeks the windie bag out-swell'd So loudly pipes his word But full no mirth I yeeld 77 Insatiate sink how with so generall stain Thy spu'd-out puddles court town fields entice Ay me the shepherds selves thee entertain And to thy Curtian gulph do sacrifice All drink to spue and spue again to drink Sowre swil-tub sinne of all the rest the sink How canst thou thus bewitch with thy abhorred stink 78 The eye thou wrong'st with vomits reeking streams The eare with belching touch thou drown'st in wine The taste thou surfet'st smell with spuing steams Thou woundest foh thou loathsome putrid swine Still thou increasest thirst when thirst thou slakest The minde and will thou wits bane captive takest Senseles thy hoggish filth sense thou senseles makest 79 Thy fellow sinnes and all the rest of vices With seeming good are fairly cloath'd to sight Their feigned sweet the bleare-ey'd will entices Coz'ning the daz'led sense with borrow'd light Thee neither true nor yet false good commends Profit nor pleasure on thy steps attends Folly begins thy sinne which still with madnesse ends 80 With Methos Gluttonie his gutling brother Twinne parallels drawn from the self-same line So foully like was either to the other And both most like a monstrous-panched swine His life was either a continu'd feast Whose surfets upon surfets him opprest Or heavie sleep that helps so great a load digest 81 Mean time his soul weigh'd down with muddie chains Can neither work nor move in captive bands But dull'd in vaprous fogges all carelesse reignes Or rather serves strong appetites commands That when he now was gorg'd with cramm'd-down store And porter wanting room had shut the doore The glutton sigh'd that he could gurmandize no more 82 His crane-like neck was long unlac'd his breast His gowtie limbes like to a circle round As broad as long and for his spear in rest Oft with his staffe he beats the yeelding ground Wherewith his hands did help his feet to bear Els would they ill so huge a burthen stear His clothes were all of leaves no armour could he wear 83 Onely a target light upon his arm He carelesse bore on which old Gryll was drawn Transform'd into a hog with cunning charm In head and paunch and soul it self a brawn Half drown'd within without yet still did hunt In his deep trough for swill as he was wont Cas'd all in loathsome mire no word Gryll could but grunt 84 Him serv'd sweet-seeming lusts self-pleasing lies But bitter death flow'd from those sweets of sinne And at the Rear of these in secret guise Crept Theeverie and Detraction neare akinne No twinnes more like they seem'd almost the same One stole the goods the other the good name The latter lives in scorn the former dies in shame 85 Their boon companions in their joviall feasting Were new-shapt oaths and damning perjuries Their cates fit for their taste profanest jesting Sauc'd with the salt of hell dire blasphemies But till th' ambitious Sunne yet still aspiring Allayes his flaming gold with gentler firing We 'l rest our wearie song in that thick groves retiring CANT VIII THe Sunne began to slack his bended bow And more obliquely dart his milder ray When cooler ayers gently 'gan to blow And fanne the fields parcht with the scorching day The shepherds to their wonted seats repair Thirsil refresht with this soft-breathing aire Thus 'gan renew his task and broken song repair 2 What watchfull care must fence that weary state Which deadly foes begirt with cruell siege And frailest wall of glasse and trait'rous gate Strive which should first yeeld up their wofull leige By enemies assail'd by friends betray'd When others hurt himself refuses aid By weaknesse self his strength is foil'd and overlay'd 3 How comes it then that in so neare decay We deadly sleep in deep securitie When every houre is ready to betray Our lives to that still-watching enemie Wake then thy soul that deadly slumbereth For when thy foe hath seiz'd thy captive breath Too late to wish past life too late to wish for death 4 Caro the Vantguard with the Dragon led Cosmos the battell guides with loud alarms Cosmos the first sonne to the Dragon red Shining in seeming gold and glitt'ring arms Well might he seem a strong and gentle Knight As e're was clad in steel and armour bright But was a recreant base a foul false cheating sprite 5 And as himself such were his arms appearing Bright burnisht gold indeed base alchymie Dimme beetle eyes and greedy worldlings blearing His shield was drest in nights sad liverie Where man-like Apes a Gloworm compasse round Glad that in wintrie night they fire had found Busie they puffe blow the word Mistake the ground 6 Mistake points all his darts his sunshines bright Mistaken light appeare sad lightning prove His clouds mistook seem lightnings turn to light His love true hatred is his hatred love His shop a Pedlers pack of apish fashion His honours pleasures joyes are all vexation His wages glorious care sweet surfets woo'd damnation 7 His lib'rall favours complementall arts His high advancements Alpine slipp'ry straits His smiling glances deaths most pleasing darts And what he vaunts his gifts are gilded baits Indeed he nothing is yet all appeares Haplesse earths happy fools that know no tears Who bathes in worldly joyes swimmes in a world of fears 8 Pure Essence who hast made a stone descrie 'Twixt natures hid and check that metals pride That dares aspire to golds high soveraigntie Ah leave some touch-stone erring eyes to guide And judge dissemblance see by what devices Sinne with fair glosse our mole-ey'd sight entises That vices vertues seem to most and vertues vices 9 Strip thou their meretricious seemlinesse And tinfold glitt'ring bare to every sight That we may loath their inward uglinesse Or else uncloud the soul whose shadie light Addes a fair lustre to false earthly blisse Thine and their beauty differs but in this Theirs what it is not seems thine seems not what it is 10 Next to the Captain coward Deilos far'd Him right before he as his shield projected And following troops to back him as his guard Yet both his shield and guard faint heart suspected And sending often back his doubtfull eye By fearing taught unthought of treacherie So made him enemies by fearing enmitie 11 Still did he look for some ensuing crosse Fearing such hap as never man befell No mean he knows but dreads each little losse With tyrannie of fear distraught as hell His sense he dare not trust nor eyes nor eares And when no other cause of fright appeares Himself he much suspects and fears his causelesse fears 12 Harnest with massie steel for fence not fight His sword unseemly long he ready drew At sudden shine of his own armour
his sleep Though th' hast a wife fir young and fair An heritage heirs to advance Yet canst thou not command an heir For heirs are Gods inheritance He gives the seed the bud the bloom He gives the harvest to the wombe And look as arrows by strong arm In a strong bow drawn to the head Where they are meant will surely harm And if they hit wound deep and dead Children of youth are even so As harmfull deadly to a foe That man shall live in blisse and peace Who fills his quiver with such shot Whose garners swell with such increase Terrour and shame assail him not And though his foes deep hatred bear Thus arm'd he shall not need to fear PSAL. 137. To be sung as See the building WHere Perah's flowers Perfume proud Babels bowers And paint her wall There we laid asteeping Our eyes in endlesse weeping For Sions fall Our feasts and songs we laid aside On forlorn willows By Perah's billows We hung our harps and mirth and joy defi'd That Sions ruines should build foul Babels pride Our conqu'rours vaunting With bitter scoffes and taunting Thus proudly jest Take down your harps and string them Recall your songs sing them For Sions feast Were our harps well tun'd in every string Our heart-strings broken Throats drown'd and soken With tears and sighs how can we praise and sing The King of heav'n under an heathen king In all my mourning Ierusalem thy burning If I forget Forget thy running My hand and all thy cunning To th' harp to set Let thy mouth my tongue be still thy grave Lie there asleeping For Sion weeping Oh let mine eyes in tears thy office have Nor rise nor set but in their brinie wave Proud Edoms raging Their hate with bloud asswaging And vengefull sword Their cursed joying In Sions walls destroying Remember Lord Forget not Lord their spightfull cry Fire and deface it Destroy and raze it Oh let the name of Sion ever die Thus did they roare and us and thee defie So shall thy towers And all thy princely bowers Proud Babel fall Him ever blessed Who th' oppressour hath oppressed Shall all men call Thrice blest that turns thy mirth to grones That burns to ashes Thy towers and dashes Thy brats 'gainst rocks to wash thy bloudie stones With thine own bloud and pave thee with thy bones PSAL. I. BLessed who walk'st not in the worldlings way Blessed who with foul sinners wilt not stand Blessed who with proud mockers dar'st not stay Nor sit thee down amongst that scornfull band Thrice blessed man who in that heav'nly light Walk'st stand'st and sitt'st rejoycing day and night Look as a thirstie Palm full Iordan drinks Whose leaf and fruit still live when winter dies With conqu'ring branches crowns the rivers brinks And summers fires and winters frosts defies All so the soul whom that clear light revives Still springs buds grows and dying time survives But as the dust of chaffe cast in the aire Sinks in the dirt and turns to dung and mire So sinners driv'n to hell by fierce despair Shall frie in ice and freez in hellish fire For he whose flaming eyes all actions turn Sees both to light the one the other burn PSAL. 130. FRom the deeps of grief and fear O Lord to thee my soul repairs From thy heav'n bow down thine eare Let thy mercie meet my prayers Oh if thou mark'st what 's done amisse What soul so pure can see thy blisse But with thee sweet mercie stands Sealing pardons working fear Wait my soul wait on his hands Wait mine eye oh wait mine eare If he his eye or tongue affords Watch all his looks catch all his words As a watchman waits for day And looks for light and looks again When the night grows old and gray To be reliev'd he calls amain So look so wait so long mine eyes To see my Lord my Sunne arise Wait ye saints wait on our Lord For from his tongue sweet mercie flows Wait on his crosse wait on his word Upon that tree redemption grows He will redeem his Israel From sinne and wrath from death and hell AN HYMNE WAke O my soul awake and raise Up every part to sing his praise Who from his spheare of glorie fell To raise thee up from death and hell See how his soul vext for thy sinne Weeps bloud without feels hell within See where he hangs heark how he cries Oh bitter pangs Now now he dies Wake O mine eyes awake and view Those two twin-lights whence heavens drew Their glorious beams whose gracious sight Fills you with joy with life and light See how with clouds of sorrow drown'd They wash with tears thy sinfull wound See how with streams of spit th' are drencht See how their beams with death are quencht Wake O mine eare awake and heare That powerfull voice which stills thy fear And brings from heav'n those joyfull news Which heav'n commands which hell subdues Heark how his eares heav'ns mercie-seat Foul slanders with reproaches beat Heark how the knocks our ears resound Heark how their mocks his hearing wound Wake O my heart tune every string Wake O my tongue awake and sing Think not a thought in all thy layes Speak not a word but of his praise Tell how his sweetest tongue they drownd With gall think how his heart they wound That bloudie spout gagg'd for thy sinne His life lets out thy death lets in AN HYMNE DRop drop slow tears and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of peace Cease not wet eyes his mercies to intreat To crie for vengeance sinne doth never cease In your deep flouds drown all my faults and fears Nor let his eye see sinne but through my tears On my friends picture who died in travel THough now to heav'n thy travels are confin'd Thy wealth friends life and countrey all are lost Yet in this picture we thee living finde And thou with lesser travel lesser cost Hast found new life friends wealth and better coast So by thy death thou liv'st by losse thou gain'st And in thy absence present still remain'st Upon Doctor Playser WHo lives with death by death in death is lying But he who living dies best lives by dying Who life to truth who death to errour gives In life may die by death more surely lives My soul in heaven breathes in schools my fame Then on my tombe write nothing but my name Upon my brothers book called The grounds labour and reward of faith THis lamp fill'd up and fir'd by that blest Spirit Spent his last oyl in this pure heav'nly flame Laying the grounds walls roof of faith this frame With life he ends and now doth there inherit What here he built crown'd with his laurel merit Whose palms and triumphs once he loudly rang There now enjoyes what here he sweetly sang This is his monument on which he drew His spirits image that can never die But breathes in these ' live words and speaks to th' eye In these
kisse his rod 17 My deare once all my joy now all my care To these my words these my last words apply thee Give me thy hand these my last greetings are Shew me thy face I never more shall eye thee Ah would our boyes our lesser selves were by thee Those my ' live pictures to the world I give So single onely die in them twice-two I live 18 Your little souls your sweetest times enjoy And softly spend among your mothers kisses And with your prettie sports and hurtlesse joy Supply your weeping mothers grievous misses Ah while you may enjoy your little blisses While yet you nothing know when back you view Sweet will this knowledge seem when yet you nothing knew 19 For when to riper times your yeares arrive No more ah then no more may you go play you Lancht in the deep farre from the wished hive Change of worlds tépests through blinde seas will sway you Till to the long-long'd haven they convey you Through many a wave this brittle life must passe And cut the churlish seas shipt in a bark of glasse 20 How many ships in quick-sands swallow'd been What gaping waves whales monsters there expect you How many rocks much sooner felt then seen Yet let no fear no coward fright affect you He holds the stern and he will safe direct you Who to my sails thus long so gently blew That now I touch the shore before the seas I knew 21 I touch the shore and see my rest preparing Oh blessed God! how infinite a blessing Is in this thought that through this troubled faring Through all the faults this guiltie age depressing I guiltlesse past no helplesse man oppressing And coming now to thee lift to the skies Unbribed hands cleans'd heart and never tainted eyes 22 Life life how many Sylla's dost thou hide In thy calm streams which sooner kill then threaten Gold honour greatnesse and their daughter pride More quiet lives and lesse with tempests beaten Whose middle state content doth richly sweeten He knows not strife or brabling lawyers brawls His love and wish live pleas'd within his private walls 23 The King he never sees nor fears nor prayes Nor sits court-promise and false hopes lamenting Within that house he spends and ends his dayes Where day he viewed first his hearts contenting His wife and babes nor sits new joyes inventing Unspotted there and quiet he remains And 'mong his duteous sonnes most lov'd and fearlesse reignes 24 Thou God of peace with what a gentle tide Through this worlds raging tempest hast thou brought me Thou thou my open soul didst safely hide When thousand crafty foes so nearely sought me Els had the endlesse pit too quickly caught me That endlesse pit where it is easier never To fall then being fall'n to cease from falling ever 25 I never knew or want or luxurie Much lesse their followers or cares tormenting Or ranging lust or base-bred flatterie I lov'd and was belov'd with like consenting My hate was hers her joy my sole contenting Thus long I liv'd and yet have never prov'd Whether I lov'd her more or more by her was lov'd 26 Foure babes the fift with thee I soon shall finde With equall grace in soul and bodie fram'd And left these goods might swell my bladder'd minde Which last I name but should not last be nam'd A sicknesse long my stubborn heart hath tam'd And taught me pleasing goods are not the best But most unblest he lives that lives here ever blest 27 Ah life once vertues spring now sink of evil Thou change of pleasing pain and painfull pleasure Thou brittle painted bubble shop o' th' devil How dost thou bribe us with false gilded treasure That in thy joyes we finde no mean or measure How dost thou witch I know thou dost deceive me I know I should I must and yet I would not leave thee 28 Ah death once greatest ill now onely blessing Untroubled sleep short travel ever resting All sicknesse cure thou end of all distressing Thou one meals fast usher to endlesse feasting Though hopelesse griefs crie out thy aid requesting Though thou art sweetned by a life most hatefull How is 't that when thou com'st thy coming is ungratefull 29 Frail flesh why would'st thou keep a hated guest And him refuse whom thou hast oft invited Life thy tormenter death thy sleep and rest And thou poore soul why at his sight art frighted Who clears thine eyes and makes thee eagle-sighted Mount now my soul seat thee in thy throne Thou shalt be one with him by whom thou first wast one 30 Why should'st thou love this star this borrow'd light And not that Sunne at which thou oft hast guessed But guess'd in vain which dares thy piercing sight Which never was which cannot be expressed Why lov'st thy load joy'st to be oppressed Seest thou those joyes those thousand thousand graces Mount now my soul leap to those outstretcht embraces 31 Deare countrey I must leave thee and in thee No benefit which most doth pierce and grieve me Yet had not hasty death prevented me I would repay my life and somewhat give thee My sonnes for that I leave and so I leave thee Thus heav'n commands the lord outrides the page And is arriv'd before death hath prevented age 32 My dearest Bettie my more loved heart I leave thee now with thee all earthly joying Heav'n knows with thee alone I sadly part All other earthly sweets have had their cloying Yet never full of thy sweet loves enjoying Thy constant loves next heav'n I did referre them Had not much grace prevail'd 'fore heav'n I should preferre them 33 I leave them now the trumpet calls away In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving Yet in my children here immortall stay In one I die in many ones am living In them and for them stay thy too much grieving Look but on them in them thou still wilt see Marry'd with thee again thy twice-two Antonie 34 And when with little hands they stroke thy face As in thy lap they sit ah carelesse playing And stammering ask a kisse give them a brace The last from me and then a little staying And in their face some part of me survaying In them give me a third and with a teare Shew thy deare love to him who lov'd thee ever deare 35 And now our falling house leans all on thee This little nation to thy care commend them In thee it lies that hence they want not me Themselves yet cannot thou the more defend them And when green age permits to goodnesse bend them A mother were you once now both you are Then with this double style double your love and care 36 Turn their unwarie steps into the way What first the vessel drinks it long retaineth No barres will hold when they have us'd to stray And when for me one asks and weeping plaineth Point thou to heav'n and say he there remaineth And if they live in grace grow and persever There shall they
live with me els shall they see me never 37 My God oh in thy fear here let them live Thy wards they are take them to thy protection Thou gav'st them first now back to thee I give Direct them thou and help her weak direction That reunited by thy strong election Thou now in them they then may live in thee And seeing here thy will may there thy glorie see 38 Bettie let these last words long with thee dwell If yet a second Hymen do expect thee Though well he love thee once I lov'd as well Yet if his presence make thee lesse respect me Ah do not in my childrens good neglect me Let me this faithfull hope departing have More easie shall I die and sleep in carelesse grave 39 Farewell farewell I feel my long long rest And iron sleep my leaden heart oppressing Night after day sleep after labour's best Port after storms joy after long distressing So weep thy losse as knowing 't is my blessing Both as a widow and a Christian grieve Still live I in thy thoughts but as in heav'n I live 40 Death end of old joyes entrance into new I follow thee I know I am thy debtour Not unexpect thou com'st to claim thy due Take here thine own my souls too heavie fetter Not life lifes place I change but for a better Take thou my soul that bought'st it cease your tears Who sighing leaves the earth himself and heaven fears 41 Thus said and while the bodie slumbring lay As Theseus Ariadne's bed forsaking His quiet soul stole from her house of clay And glorious Angels on their wings it taking Swifter then lightning flew for heaven making There happie goes he heav'nly fires admiring Whose motion is their bait whose rest is restlesse giring 42 And now the courts of that thrice blessed King It enters and his presence sits enjoying While in it self it findes an endlesse spring Of pleasures new and never weary joying Ne're spent in spending feeding never cloying Weak pen to write for thought can never feign them The minde that all can hold yet cannot half contain thē 43 There doth it blessed sit and looking down Laughs at our busie care and idle paining And fitting to it self that glorious crown Scorns earth where even Kings most serve by reigning Where men get wealth and hell so loose by gaining Ah blessed soul there sit thou still delighted Till we at length to him with thee shall be united 44 But when at last his Lady sad espies His flesh of life her self of him deprived Too full of grief closing his quenched eyes As if in him by him for him she lived Fell dead with him and once again revived Fell once again pain wearie of his paining And grief with too much grief felt now no grief remaining 45 Again reliev'd all silent sat she long No word to name such grief durst first adventer Grief is but light that floats upon the tongue But weightie sorrow presses to the center And never rests till th' heavie heart it enter And in lifes house was married to life Grief made life grievous seem and life enlivens grief 46 And from their bed proceeds a numerous presse First shrieks then tears sighs the hearts ground renting In vain poore Muse would'st thou such dole expresse For thou thy self lamenting her lamenting And with like grief transform'd to like tormenting With heavie pace bring'st forth thy lagging verse Which cloath'd with blackest lines attends the mournfull herse 47 The cunning hand which that Greek Princesse drew Readie in holy fires to be consum'd Pitie and sorrow paints in divers hue One wept he pray'd this sigh'd that chaf'd and fum'd But not to limme her fathers look presum'd For well he knew his skilfull hand had fail'd Best was his sorrow seen when with a cloth 't was vail'd 48 Look as a nightingale whose callow young Some boy hath markt and now half nak'd hath taken Which long she closely kept and foster'd long But all in vain she now poore bird forsaken Flies up and down but grief no place can slaken All day and night her losse she fresh doth rue And where she ends her plaints there soon begins anew 49 Thus sat she desolate so short a good Such gift so soon exacted sore complaining Sleep could not passe but almost sunk i' th' floud So high her eye-banks swell'd with endlesse raining Surfet of grief had bred all meats disdaining A thousand times my Antonie she cried Irby a thousand times and in that name she died 50 Thus circling in her grief it never ends But moving round back to it self enclineth Both day and night alike in grief she spends Day shews her day is gone no sun there shineth Black night her fellow mourner she defineth Light shews his want and shades his picture draw Him nothing best she sees when nothing now she saw THou blacker Muse whose rude uncombed hairs With fatal eugh and cypresse still are shaded Bring hither all thy sighs hither thy teares As sweet a plant as fair a flower is faded As ever in the Muses garden bladed While th' owner haplesse owner sits lamenting And but in discontent grief findes no contenting 2 The sweet now sad Elisa weeping lies While fair Alicia's words in vain relieve her In vain those wells of grief she often dries What her so long now doubled sorrows give her What both their loves which doubly double grieve her She carelesse spends without or end or measure Yet as it spends it grows poor grief can tell his treasure 3 All as a turtle on a bared bough A widow turtle joy and life despises Whose trustie mate to pay his holy vow Some watchfull eye late in his roost surprises And to his God for errour sacrifices She joylesse bird sits mourning all alone And being one when two would now be two or none 4 So sat she gentle Lady weeping sore Her desert self and now cold lord lamenting So sat she carelesse on the dusty floor As if her tears were all her souls contenting So sat she as when speechlesse griefs tormenting Locks up the heart the captive tongue enchaining So sat she joylesse down in wordlesse grief complaining 5 Her chearfull eye which once the crystall was Where Love and Beautie dress'd their fairest faces And fairer seem'd by looking in that glasse Had now in tears drown'd all their former graces Her snow-white arms whose warm sweet embraces Could quicken death their now dead lord infold And seem'd as cold and dead as was the flesh they hold 6 The roses in her cheek grow pale and wan As if his pale cheeks livery they affected Her head like fainting flowers opprest with rain On her left shoulder lean'd his weight neglected Her dark-gold locks hung loosly unrespected As if those fairs which he alone deserv'd With him had lost their use and now for nothing serv'd 7 Her Lady sister sat close by her side Alicia in whose face Love proudly lorded Where Beauties self and Mildnesse sweet
thou none Or if thou art or wert how art thou saved And livest still when he to death is slaved But ah when well I think I plainly see That death to him was life and life is death to me 28 Vile trunk if yet he live ah then again Why seek'st thou not with him to be combined But oh since he in heav'n doth living reigne Death wer't to him in such knots to be twined And life to me with him to be confined So while I better think I eas'ly see My life to him were death his death were life to me 29 Then die with him vile trunk and dying live Or rather with him live his life applying Where thou shalt never die nor ever grieve But ah though death thou feel'st within thee lying Thou ne're art dead though still in sorrow dying Most wretched soul which hast thy seat and being Where life with death is one death with life agreeing 30 He lives and joyes death life to him hath bred Why is he living then in earth enwombed But I a walking coarse in life am dead 'T is I my friends 't is I must be entombed Whose joy with grief whose life with death's benummed Thou coffin art not his nor he is thine Mine art thou thou the dead not the livings shrine 31 You few thinne boards how in so scanted room So quiet such great enemies contain ye All joy all grief lies in this narrow tombe You contraries how thus in peace remain ye That one small cabin so should entertain ye But joy is dead and here entomb'd doth lie While grief is come to moan his dead-lov'd enemie 32 How many vertues in this little space This little little space lie buried ever In him they liv'd and with them every grace In him they liv'd and di'd and rise will never Fond men go now in vertues steps persever Go sweat and toil thus you inglorious lie In this old frozen age vertue it self can die 33 Those petty Northern starres do never fall The unwasht Beare the Ocean wave despises Ever unmov'd it moves and ever shall The Sun which oft his head in night disguises So often as he falls so often rises And stealing backward by some hidden way With self same light begins and ends the yeare day 34 The flowers which in the absence of the Sunne Sleep in their winter-houses all disarm'd And backward to their mothers wombe do runne Soon as the earth by Taurus horns is warm'd Muster their colour'd troups and freshly arm'd Spreading their braving colours to the skie Winter and winters spight bold little elves defie 35 But Vertues heav'nly and more glorious light Though seeming ever sure yet oft dismounteth And sinking low sleeps in eternall night Nor ever more his broken spheare remounteth Her sweetest flower which other flowers surmounteth As farre as roses nettles soonest fadeth Down falls her glorious leaf never more it bladeth 36 And as that dainty flower the maiden rofe Her swelling bosome to the Sunne discloses Soon as her lover hot and fiery grows Straight all her sweets unto his heat exposes Then soon disrob'd her sweet and beautie loses While hurtfull weeds hemlocks nettles stinking Soon from the earth ascend late to their graves are sinking 37 All so the vertuous bud in blooming falls While vice long flourishing late sees her ending Vertue once dead no gentle spring recalls But vice springs of it self and soon ascending Long views the day late to his night descending Vain men that in this life set up your rest Which to the ill is long and short unto the best 38 And as a dream where th' idle fancie playes One thinks that fortune high his head advances Another spends in woe his weary dayes A third seems sport in love and courtly dances A fourth to finde some glitt'ring treasure chances Soon as they wake they see their thoughts were vain And either quite forget or laugh their idle brain 39 Such is the world and such lifes quick-spent play This base and scorn'd that great in high esteeming This poore and patched seems that rich and gay This sick that sound yet all is but a seeming So like that waking oft we fear w' are dreaming And think we wake oft when we dreaming play Dreams are as living nights life as a dreaming day 40 Go then vain life for I will trust no more Thy flattering dreams death to thy resting take me Thou sleep without all dreams lifes quiet shore When wilt thou come when wilt thou overtake me Enough I now have liv'd loath'd life forsake me Thou good mens endlesse fight thou ill mens feast That at the best art bad and worst art to the best 41 Thus as in teares she drowns her swollen eyes A suddain noise recalls them backward bending Her weary head there all in black she spies Six mournfull bearers the sad hearse attending Their feet and hands to that last dutie lending All silent stood she trembling pale and wan The first grief left his stage a new his part began 42 And now the coffin in their arms they take While she with weight of grief sat still amazed As do sear leaves in March so did she quake And with intended eyes upon them gazed But when from ground the doleful hearse they raised Down on the beer half dead she carelesse fell While teares did talk apace and sighs her sorrows tell 43 At last Fond men said she you are deceiv'd It is not he 't is I must be interred Not he but I of life and soul bereav'd He lives in heav'n among the saints referred This trunk this headlesse body must be buried But while by force some hold her up they reare him And weeping at her tears away they softly beare him 44 But then impatient grief all passion proves She prayes weeps with teares she doth intreat them But when this onely fellow passion moves She storms and raves and now as fast doth threat them And as she onely could with words doth beat them Ah cruell men ah men most cruell stay It is my heart my life my soul you beare away 45 And now no sooner was he out of sight As if she would make good what she had spoken First from her hearts deep centre deep she sigh'd Then as if heart and life and soul were broken Down dead she fell and once again awoken Fell once again so to her bed they bore her While friends no friends hard love to life and grief restore her 46 Unfriendly friends saith she why do ye strive To barre wisht death from his so just ingression Your pitie kills me 't is my death to live And life to die it is as great oppression To force out death as life from due possession 'T is much more great better that quickly spills A loathed life then he that with long torture kills 47 And then as if her guiltlesse bed offended Thou trait'rous bed when first thou didst receive me Not single to thy rest I then ascended