All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted â—eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becomâ— Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspirâ— Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast â—ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
Intermission Man laborlesse receiues a rare Delight When he obserues the settled Order right Whereby all Creatures with or wanting Sense Subsist through thine Vnchanging Prouidence What more Content can We haue heer belowe More high more happy then but This to knowe This certain Sum That when This World began Thou mad'st Man for Thy-selfe All for Man Th' Horse was not made to glorify thy Name Nor th'Elephant to magnifie the same Man onely hath voice memory and wit To sing thy Praise sound thy Glory fit And to serue Thee as He is sole ordain'd So to serue Him thou hast the rest darraind All things that fly that walk that craule or swim Yea Heav'n Earth All are vowd to Him For Him the Earth yields Herbs Trees Fruits and Flowers To sundry purpose of sundry powers Corne of all kindes in Valleys far and wide For Bread Drink dainty Vines beside For Him the Rocks a thousand Rivers gush Heer rowling Brooks There silver Torrents rush â—ndenting Meads Pastures as they passe â—hose smyling Pride peeps in their liquid Glasse For Him the Mountains Downes Forests breed â—uffs Biefes Sheep Venzon the lusty Steed â—o beare him brauely thorough thick and thin â—nd silly Worms his Silken Robes to spin For Him the Bullock bears his painfull Yoak â—or Him the Weather weares his curled â—loak â—or Him the Birds their brooding-chambers build â—or Him the Bees their Wax and Hony yield For Him the Sea doth many millions nurse â—ith whom the Aire helps both his panch purse â—he Fire 's his Cook to dresse th'aboundant Cheer â—hich Aire Sea and Earth do furnish heer Yea Dragons Serpents Vipers venemous Haue Fel Fat Bloud or som-what good for vs In Leprosie or Lunacie apply'd And Triacle is also hence supply'd Hee briefly Hee hath vse of all that is Winnes the most savage of the Savages None so fierce Lion but to tame hee wonts Nor Elephant so high but that hee mounts And makes besides of his huge Bones Teeth Hafts Boxes Combes more then many see'th Nay more for Him the fell Monocerote Beares on his Brow a soveraine Antidote Yea many soveraine Remedies Hee findes For sundry Griefes in Creatures of All kindes All in a word Wilde Domestick too Some way or other Him some service doo For Food He hath the Flesh of Beasts Birds For Clothes the Fleece the Haire Hyde of Heards For House each Quarr every Forrest offers For Metall Mines furnish his Camp Coffers For Him the jarring Elements agree Fire cleers the Aire Aire sweeps the Earth we see Earth bears the Water Water moistly milde Cooles Fire calms Aire gets the Earth with-chilâ— So All is made for Man and Man for Thee To loue and serue and laude Thy Maiestie Thee aboue All Thee onely to obay With Thankful Soule walking Thy sacred Way This doth He well that yields his Wil to Thine â—ull of Desires if not of Deeds divine â—triving to stoope vnder the Spirits Awe â—he members stubborn rebellious Lawe For Man consists of discordant accords What the great World the little-World affords There Heav'n Earth Heer Heav'n Earth there are â—here War Peace Heer also Peace War He hath a Heav'nly Soule an Earthly Sheath â—hat soares aboue This ever pores beneath â—hat lightly-wingd All Creatures comprehends â—his leaden heel'd but to Corruption tends The Spirit oft against the Flesh doth fight â—nd some-times vanquisht by his Opposite 〈◊〉 carried Captiue with the most Dishonor â—fter his Foe forc't to waite vpon-her â— Till rouz'd again raysed by Thy Grace â—is striving Will recovers wonted place â—ith better Watch brauer Resolution â—o stand it out vntill His Dissolution Surveying then both Heav'n Earth about He bringeth in what he hath seen with-out And marking well th' Effects of natures visible Ascends by those vnto their Cause invisible For but two Organs hath our Soule whereby To finde and knowe th' eternall Maiestie Faith which belieues the sacred Word of GOD And Reason reading all His Works abroad Those Wonders send vs to their Author over Those certain Motions to their certain Mover Then Faith conducts vs where our Reason leaues And what th' Eye sees not That our Faith conceauâ— Faith firm and liuely doth our Soules perswade That Thy high Power of Nothing All hath madâ— Thine ESSENCE is Eternally-Divine The World Beginning had shall haue Fine We must not say Of Nought is formed Nought Although to Man it may be iustly brought Th' eternall Spirit can All of Nought produce And instantly to Nothing All reduce Nor may we ask What th'Euiternall-One That space-lesse Space could finde to doe alone His THREE-ONE-Selfe to know to partake Is Countless more then Thousand Worlds to mâ— A passing Artist is no lesse Compleat Then in Composure in his rare Conceat For in the Knowledge Art's perfection lyes And Works deferrd vaile not the Work-man's Prize The Mind 's not idle though the hand awhile Vse neither Pen Pencil nor Gouge nor File The Mind 's before the Work works with-in Vpon th' Idaea yer the Deed begin Would we not say the World were God indeed â—f from no other it did first proceed â—ternal onely is GOD's proper tearm â—lone preceeding Time exceeding Tearm The World supports not Thee nor Thee supplies â—hou doost Thy-Selfe sustain Thy-Selfe suffise â—nd grosly erres who-euer shall suppose â—hee Infinite within a World to close And as we may not match the Heav'ns Extense â—nto Thy Circle infinite immense â—o more may Wee to Thine Eternal-Age â—ompare the Worlds short brittle Little-Age Before All Time Thou Everlasting-One â—ecreedst in time to make the Sun Moone â—he Worlds few Dayes ill with little comber â—hy sacred Book will teach vs soon to number What Book what Brass what Marble ought can show But of an hundred-thousand yeers ago Had Man been Heer from an eternall Ligne Heer must haue been sure some perpetuall Signe Millions of Millions of Yeares must haue past From th'endlesse Clue of th'eviternal-Vast In all these Years of all that did surviue Of all their Acts could None to Vs arriue Wee heare and often of the Babylonians Medes Persians Grecians Romans Macedonians But Where 's the Nation Whose Renowned Glory Hath liv'd a hundred-thousand years in Story Seek All Greeke Latin Hebrew Authors rounâ— Of All will MOSES be the Senior found Who to His Times in express tearms hath cast Th' age of the World with the Descents that past Now froÌ„ His Daies to Ours what years amounâ— We may with ease with-in few Houres account And adding Both soon by the Total finde Th' age of the WORLD of Our crooked kinâ— Fiue thousand years fiue hundred forty One 1613. This year are past since This vast World began Since all the Heav'ns Fire Water Aire Earth Had by thy WORD their being their Birth Then was the Heau'ns azure Pauilion spred And with Spur-Royalls spangled over
head Then those Twin Princes with their Train of Light â—egan their Kingdoms ouer Day and Night Then was the Aire the Earth and Sea repleat â—ith Birds and Beasts and Fishes small great With Plants and Trees Fruits each yeelding seed â—o propagate their Kinds that should succeed Then lastly Man thy Master-Piece of Art â—hou didst appoint to His Imperiall Part â—nobling Him with Sense and Reason's Light â—nd in his Soule grauing Thine Image right Gav'st Him Possession of this Earthly Throne â—nd gracious Promise of the Heau'nly one â—mmortall Soule thou daign'dst him to inspire â—qual almost to thine Owne Heau'nly-Quire And as Thy Spirit all other Spirits excels Angel or other that in Body dwels â—o doth His Body all else Bodies passe â—or comely Form and for maiestik Face All Creatures else lowe on the ground do pore â—nd groueling feed but as was toucht before â—an hath an Vpright and a stately Stature â—ith head aloft agreeing to his nature Which properly is to behold the Skyes To lift to Thee his heart his hand and Eyes And by his Soule 's discursiue power to peize Things past and present and of future daies For only Man can measure number waigh True False Good Euill knowe cast sound suruay Man only hath an in-reflecting Knowledge Of his owne Self from Natures only Colledge Knows his own fact his form his load his strength Knows that he liues knows he must dy at length And that a ruled sober life and sage Preserues his Health and may prolong his Age. Knowes how to finde ease in his owne Disease And if need be his Neighbour to appease And for him-self and others make of Flowres Fruits Hearbs Roots Vnguents of passing powres But none so powerfull when their Term is spent As can his Owne or others Death preuent For Our short Date Childe-age or Wilde-age ends And now but seldome to Old-age extends Yet What is Old-Age to ETERNITIE To Man expecting IMMORTALITIE What â—st to live some Three or Foure score Year Or Yet Ten more in Languor linger heer Of all our Time-Past vnderneath the Sun Nothing remaines saue Good or Euill done Hundreds of Yeers once past are less in Sum Then a few Daies or a few Houres to-come For to say Truth of Times three-pointed Powers Only the Present instant Points is ours W' haue of the Past but vaine Imagination Of that To-come but doubtfull Expectation But to th' Eternall are All Times alike Instant and present Dead as well as Quick Aye is To-day with Thee Lord in Thy Sight Both Past and Future are euen equal bright Thogh in Times Terms the Heav'ns reuolued be A Thousand Yeers are but One Day with Thee And shortest Moment of one only Day With Thee is as a Thousand Yeers for ay But Our set Daies to vs are long or short As them good Accidents or bad consort Sobrietie and Peace prolong our Life Which is abridg'd by Surfait and by Strife Excess or Cares now so cut-off our liues That of a thousand not a man arriues Neer to the Tythe of the admired Age Of those that liv'd in Nature's Pupillage Eight hundred Yeers 9. hundred som some more In Minde and Body full of Natures store To stock the Earth with Issue rational And learn the Course of Heau'ns Star-spangled Ball Which first of all Their long obseruance found Then by degrees they taught their Heirs the ground And We from Them so eas'd of endless pain Deriue that Art We could not else attain In Their long Age they learn'd Heav'ns ful Careers Not to be compast in our Span of Yeers Whence One of them might in his life know more Then in our Dayes successiuely a Score Of Their so long age who-so doubtfull is Let him but look in sacred Genesis Where Moses mentions diuers famous men So old and showes their Yeers as ours were then Th'All-drowning Flood-year did 12. Months contain And euery Month did his due Dayes retain Which made vp one Yeer of that Patriarch Who liv'd seav'n fifties hauing left the Arke And was Sixe hundred when he came aboord Teaching his Sons his wondrous Skill by word See see alas how our vnhappy Life Is now abridg'd and charg'd with Mis-chiefs rife Had we not pleasure in thy Works ô GOD Soon must we sink vnder the heauy Load Of Cares and Crosses in a thousand things Which this our wretched sad short Way-fare brings O! let vs therefore bend our best and most To magnifie Thee Lord in All thine Host And so contempling all thy Goodnes giv'n With true Content begin in Earth our Heav'n Man knowing Thee knowes al that can be known And hauing Thee hath all that is his Owne To long for Thee is endlesse Ioy internall Dispos'd to Thee to Die is Life Eternall Not knowing Thee to liue is daily Dying To rest with-out Thee is continual Flying But all extreames of Torments passing measure In Thee and for Thee are exceeding Pleasure Yet no man ought to offer wilfull Force To his owne Self nor his owne Soule diuorce But patiently attend Thy cheerfull Cal Then to Thy hands gladly surrender all Nor may We ween our Soules as Beasts to Die And with our Bodies Vanish vtterlie Death 's but a Passage from a Life of Pains Vnto a Life where death-less Ioy remains W'haue after Death another Life to see As after Storms a calm quiet Lee As after Sicknes Health as after Durance Sweet Libertie with Safetie and Assurance Two Contraries oppos'd in their Extream Haue This vnfailing Propertie in them That th'One's Privation is the others Ens So Death concluding doth our Life commence For on each-other Contraries depend Chain'd as it were vnto each others End Day after Night Attonement after Strife And after mortall Death immortall Life Our Soule 's immortall then we must infer it Hauing beginning of th' Immortall Spirit And they are brute as Beasts that doo contend That with our Bodies Soules for euer end If there be GOD immortall All-scient All-mighty iust benign benevolent Where were his Wisdom Goodnes Iustice Power If Vice He damn not nor giue Vertue Dower Heere for the most the Godly suffer still Th'Vngodly heere haue most the Winde at Will Shall they not one-day change their Difference And one-day look for Diuerse Recompence Heer Proud Rich Mighty Meek Poor Weak oppress â—ions kill Lambes Fox strips the Fatherless â— is there not another Life imperible â—weet to the Guiltless to the Guilty Terrible Who for Thy sake their Lyues haue sacrifiz'd â—â— all the Torments Tyrants haue deuiz'd O! how vnhappy were They were there not â—rownes kept with Thee for their Eternal Lot Then were We Beasts or worse then Beasts indeed â—or He were best that could the worst exceed â—hen Let vs eat drinke dally might We say â—f after This there were no Shot to pay But leauing now that Song of Sensuality â—elieue we firm our blessed Immortality â—lessed for Those that in Perseuerance â—o Thee alone Lord their whole Hopes aduance Blessed for
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
for euer Thus Thrill down the Darts of thy fierce Wrath on vs Shall the Chaldéan Idolists again Thy Chosen Flock in seruile Yoak enchain Shall our sad Houses turnd to Heaps of stone With Weeds Thorns again be ouer-grow'n Shall sacrilegious Fire again presume Thy sacred House thine Altar to consume But Ioachim High-Priest of God that tide And of the Hebrews then the chiefest Guide Followes the stout and expert Pilots guise Who when hee sees a suddain Storm arise Adds not more Fear with His Fear to his fellowes Nor leaues his Ship to mercy of the Billowes But hiding his distrust opposes braue His Arm and Art against the Winde and Waue For quick dispatching hourely Post on Post To all the Coverts of the Able-most For Pate Prowes Purse commands prayes presses them To come with speed vnto IERVSALEM Since first th' Eternall gaue his sacred Law Vpon Mount Sinai in so dreadfull Awe Th' Ark which contained in Two leaues of stone Much more sound Wisdom in it selfe alone Then subtile Greece or Rome renownd for Wise In Worlds of Volumes euer could comprise Wandred from Tribe to Tribe from Race to Race Throughout all Iury without Resting-place Yea somtimes too ô too audacious Theft The sacrilegious Philistins it reft Till th' happy day when Iesse's holy Stem Lodg'd it for euer in IERVSALEM But sith as yet great Dauids hands were red With bloud of Thousands he had slaughtered The King of Peace would haue a peacefull Prince In Peacefull dayes with all Magnificence To build his TEMPLE whose high Battlement Seemd Earth to scorn threat the Firmament Till th'hapless Day wherein a hatefull King In name and nature iust resembeling This Tyrant's Lord with execrable Blaze Did burne it downe the Foundation raze A long-while after Abr'ham's sacred Stems Returnd from Shores of Tyrant Tygris streams Beset with Fears with Perill and with Pain Re-builded Heer God's glorious House again Which though alas That first no more it matcht Then a Kings Palace a poore Cottage thatcht In Bignes yet Beauty and Height obscur'd All Pagan Wonders which most Fame procur'd Th' Assyrian Queen-king's sometime sumptuous Bowers Th' Ephesian Temple the Egyptian Towers The Pharians Pharus Carians costly Toomb Rhodes high Colossus the huge Heaps of Rome For for admired Art This glorious TEMPLE Seru'd Ctesyphon for Model and Example Lent rare Apelles curious Pensill Light And led Lycippus cunning Chizel right Thither by Troops th' Isaacian Tribes deuout Returnd to Salem flock from all about As when the Heav'ns opening their Sluces wide Poure suddain Showers surrounding euery side The gurgling Rills with rapid Course descend From sundry Hills and to some Riuer tend But sad-sweet IVDITH in the midst almost Shined as Cynthia ' mid the Nightly Hoast For God it seem'd her Beauties Form had cast In rarest Mould of Nature first or last Th' High Primate then assisted with the Ligne Of Eleazar Priests whose sacred Crine Felt neuer Razor on his oyled head A pearly Mitre sadly settelled His sacred Body also soon hee heals With sacred Vesture fring'd with golden Bells Then burns for Offring slayes for Sacrifice Kidds Lambs Calues Heifers in abundant wise Th'horns of the Altar with their blood bedying And lowely-lowd thus to th' Almighty crying Wee come not heer ô dreadfull Lord of Hoasts To plead a Roule of Meritorious Boasts Nor to protest that in these Punishments Thou wrongst thy Iustice and our Innocence No wee confesse our foule and frequent Crimes Worthy worse Plagues then These a thousand times Could'st thou forget Thy deer authentik Pact With Abraham or would'st thou so exact Forcing thy Mercy in thy Iustice Scale Our Waight of Sins with Iudgements countervaile Remoue our Cause wee therefore Lord intreat From Iustice Barr vnto thy Mercy-Seat O! holy Father pardon vs wee pray â—nd turn from vs this fearfull Storm away Alas vvhat boots vs that thy mighty hand â—ath brought vs home from Tigris hatefull strand â—ree from the Yoak which wee so long before â—nder th' Assyrian cruell Tyrants bore â—â— these fat Fields we haue but new re-tild â—â— these faire Frames we doe but now re-build â—â— these ô Dolor our deer louing Wiues Our Babes Sons Daughters deerer then our liues â—ust serue the Chaldés Ammonites for Pay â—nd be the Persians and fel Parthians Prey â—f This thine Altar if these hallowed rooms â—e re-profan'd with Heathen Hecatombs O! if thou wilt not pittie Vs abhord At least be Iealous of Thy Glory Lord At least haue pitty on This Holy Place Where to no God but to IEHOVA'S Grace â—s Incense burnt nor any Sacrifice But to thy Selfe of all the Deities Lord therefore turn ô turn the Chaldean Torches From these rich Cedar Roofs these stately Porches Preserue these Plates this pretious Furniture From sacrilegious Pilferers impure And let our Sorrow and our Sacrifice Vnto thy Iustice for our Sinnes suffice The Seruice done Each doth his way depart And Ioachim instantly calls apart The States of Iuda and thus sadly-sweet Consults with Them how with this Storm to meet Graue Peers said he if your braue Zeale of old Be not quight quenched be not yet key-cold If Care of Wiues if tender Childrens loue Had euer Power Your Soules deer Soules to moue If in your Brests rests any noble Worth Now now or neuer bring it brauely forth For but God aide and your auspicious Speed Wee are vndone Wee our wretched Seed And neuer more shall the Immortall see This Altar Smoaking to His Maiestie While th' Aire is mute so that it scarce can make In Summer dayes an Aspen leafe to shake While Seas be calm so that with Streamers braue A thousand Saile slide on the sleeping Waue While all the Winds be mew'd vp in their Cell 'T is hard to say which Pilot doth excell But when a Tempest one-while sinks a Ship Down to the Bottom of th' infernall Deep â—nother-while with swelling Fury driuen â—ilts with her Tops against the Stars of Heav'n â—aking a Shelfe now and a Rock anon â—hen and but then is a Good Maister know'n Therefore alas let now no carnall Care Of goods liues honors for your priuate Share Make you forget your Common-Country's Loue This Sacred Place th' Honor of GOD aboue â—ut humbly all into His hands resigning Your Soules whole Sway all your Spirits refining â—n sacred Flame from Drosse Mists impure Which too-too-oft the cleerest Eyes obscure â—dvise I pray the best in likely-hood Most pleasing God most for the Publique Good An aged Traytor then whose breath distill'd â—weet Hony Words whose brest with Gall was filld Wringing false Tears from his dissembling Eyes His cursed Drift did in These Terms disguise My Spirits faint my Speech doth faile me quight My frostie haires for horror stand vpright When I consider how This Tyrant fel With Bloud-floods drowning where he coms to quel Drawes neer Vs threatning to our Houses Flames Death to our Selues dishonor to our Dames But when on th' other side to minde I
call This mighty Princes milde Receipt of All Not only such as rude and Reason-less Serue like him Self dumb Idols Blocks Beasts But such as matching our Zeal's holy Heighth Are Abrah'ms Seed both in their Flesh and Faith Which wisely haue and timely turn'd submiss The deadly Edge of his drad Vengeances I praise the Lord for such a Foe so meek To yielding Lambes to Lyons Lyon-like As flexible to humble Tears as fel To Resolutions that in vain rebell Sith therefore yet we may haue Choise for Iurie Of War or Peace his Fauor or his Furie Winking in Dangers let 's not Wilfully Follow our Fathers stubborn Sur-â—uidry But striking Saile in such Storms violence Let 's liue secure vnder so good a Prince Yet None miss-take that I this Counsaile giue To saue My Stake as one too-fain to liue Alas my Years are of them Selues of age To dye alone without Assyrians Rage Without the help of their keen Dart or Pole To launce my Hart or to let out my Soule Where were my Youth's Spring now re-flowr'd again â—nd heateful blood boyling in euery vein â—y Zeale to GOD and to my Country's Good â—hould shew me well no Niggard of my Blood â—ight Samson-like My Death bring Death to all â—he Pagan Hoast and their proud General â—ut more I feare least with a Zeal too-Yong We fighting for the Law the Law impugne â—nciting so the Soldiers Insolence â—censing so the Fury of the Prince â—hat they by Conquest of one Day vndoo â—eer Izrael and drown GOD's Glory too â—or Wee bereft What People in This Place â—ruely-religious shal implore His grace Who of all Nations that dispersed Wun â—rom Shores of Indus to the Setting Sun â—nd from the farthest Hyperborean Coasts â—o those whose Clime continual Summer roasts â—ath chosen only Iacob for his Owne â—nd on This Mount His drad-deer Glory showne But good old Cambris else the mildest Prince â—roanes griev'd and pale with Passions vehemence â—nd interrupting That with This Discourse â—artens the heartless Peers and Counsellors Rather ô Earth for which our Earthlings strive Gape vnder me and swallow Me alive Rather iust Heav'ns with sulphury Fire and Fume As Sodom yerst Mesodainly consume Then I should Saint with-out within Malitious Give Izrael a Counsail so pernicious Were it the Head of this inhumane Band Meant but our Bodies only to command Though with our Birth to this faire Light we brought Sweet Liberty so sweet and deer that nought No Hopes no Heaps may be compar'd to it The TEMPLE sav'd I might perhaps submit But sith this Tyrant puft with foolish Pride With heavier Gyves to load our Soules beside Which only Vassals of the Thunder-Thrower Nor knowe nor owe to Any Sceptres lower Would that forgetting Him who made vs All And of all People chose vs principall And fatherly provides vs every thing And shields vs ay with Shadow of his wing We take for GOD His proud ambitious Prince Who Nimrod-like with hellish Insolence Would climbe to Heav'n although his life be such As merits not the Name of Man by much â—s beard him boldly bravely frand we to 't â—â—s against Arms Man to Man Foot to Foot â—tory lies not in vain-glorious hearts â—mber of Horses nor of Pikes and Darts â—ese be but Instruments th' Eternal moves crown with Conquest whom his Goodnes loves Yet should the Lord now suffer Heathen's rage â— over-run his sacred Heritage â—ause in life his Name we so dishonor Death at least in Death let 's doo him Honor â—d if we cannot Assur over-come â—'s win by Patience Crowns of Martyrdom And could our Foes as fel as Lestrygons â—m off the Earth extirp our Tribes at-once â—cy could not though GOD's glorious Name interr â—s these Apostates falsly would inferr â— He that with so sundry Nations stor'd â—vnpeopled World from one Man and restor'd â—â—â—g after that by one smal Bark the waste â—e Flood had made when it had All defac't â—ot He able even of stones to raise People Zealous of his glorious Praise â—ot He able once again to ope â—d Sara's Wombe and giue her Spouse past hope More Sonnes then Sands on Lybian shores be cast By ruffling Boreas lowd Cloud-chasing Blast Or twinkling Spangles nightly brightly roule On sabled Circles of the whirling Pole Which with more sacred Voice more humble Awe Shall sound his Praises and observe his Law Then rather Fathers foule befall You else Let vs die Hebrews then live Infidels Let 's not preferre too-base and too-too-blame Profit to Duty idle Feare to Shame Cambrâ—s Oration was no sooner done But all th' Assembly as all ioyn'd in one Confirm'd His Counsail both with voice gest And Ioachim Ioy-rapt above the rest Lifting to Heav'n-ward reverent hands and face Said Lord wee thank thee that thy speciall grace Hath steeld our hearts and linkt our Wils no less A hopefull Signe of happy good Successe Then to the Princes he the Charge commits Of Townes and Provinces as Each befits Least any spurr'd by Envie or Ambition In Izrael should kindle new Sedition So Each with-drawes and bravely-bold prepares To front the worst that martial Fury dares Who th' Aristaean busie Swarmes hath seen â—n Hybla's Top Whether with Launcets keen â—arging the Drones which over-neer their homes â—ome humming out to rob their fragrant Combes â—hether collecting their delicious Deaw â—om various Thyme and other Flowers not few â—hether extending in rare Symmetrie â—ith wondrous Art their Waxen Canapey â—nd arching even so many Thousand Cells â— quick so thick so like as Nothing else â—hether conducting their too-ful Supplies â—-where to plant their goodly Colonies â—hich keep still constant in their new Plantation â—heir Mother Citie 's Manners Lawes and Fashion â—â—th seen the Iewes as busie Diligence â—nd quick Desire to put them in Defence Some stop the Breaches made by Art or Age â— the Heav'ns anger or the Heathens rage â—me least the Ram butting with boisterous Fals â—ould pash to powder their too-feeble Wals â—ith Bastions Bulwarks Rampiers Ravelins Forts â—nk on all sides their Cities where imports â—me to and fro trudging with Baskets fill'd â— places needfull sodain Sconces build Some wanting time or meanes their Town to wall With broad deep Trenches soon begirt it all And from a River neer they cut a Rill The hollow bosome of their Dike to fill While Armorers in order beating quick Hot sparkling Steel on Anvils hard and thick Transform it soon to Corslets Curtellaxes Helms Gorgets Gantlets Bills and Battail-axes And some for need to furnish and set-out Th'vntrained Shepheard Neatheard and the Lowt Ground the ground-slycing Coultar to a Blade And of the Sickle a straight Weapon made None Yong and healthy took Repast or Rest One on his back another on his Beast Others in Waggons carryed-in apace Corn Wine and Food to some importing Place Even so in Summer as the Wise-man tels Th'Emmets by Troupes haste froÌ„ their hollow Cels To get-in Harvest graving where they gone Their Diligence even in a path
braue a Gallant trickt and trimmed so In such a Time in such a Place of Woe Yer-while said Carmis in our Citie dwell'd Merari a man heere high in Honor held To whom for Seed GOD but this Daughter sent His House's Ioy This Citie 's Ornament Gain-greedy Fathers now-adayes turmoyle Bodies Soules Heap vpon Heap to pile But haue no care with the Mind 's Goods to grace Th'heires of their Goods which after melt apace Much like a Man that keepeth in his Chest His costly Garment folded faire and prest But lets his Body it was made to serue Naked the while in Wet Cold to starue But as the Farmer spares no pains nor cost In husbanding his Land but carefull most Now rids the stones anon rips-vp the Ridges Heer casts a Ditch there plants there plashes hedges And neuer is his hand or toole there-fro But chiefely careth there good Seed to sowe That when the Summer shal haue ryp't his Plains His Crop may pay him for his Cost and Pains Or as some Damsel hauing speciall Care Of some faire Flower which puts-out earely-rare Th' Incarnat Bud weeds waters euery-houre The fertile Plot that feeds her Gilli-flower That one-day blown it may some Sunday-morn Her Iilly Bosome or her head adorne So wise Merari did endeuour faire To form the Maners of his tender Heire That in his Age he thence again might gather Th' Honor and Comfort worthy such a Father â—or soone as euer stutting yet and weak â—er tender Tongue did but begin to speak â—ee taught her not as many Fathers doo â—oo-many now vain words and wanton too â—ut some good Prayer or GOD's Ten-fold Lawe â—hat with her Milk she might euen suck the Awe â—f the Almighty which not vain appeers â—or that the Damsel brought forth in few yeers â—uits worthy of such Seed whence did ensew â—hat this her Nurture to a Nature grew â— doth a Vessel long retain the Sent â—f the first Liquor we haue settled in 't â— doth a Bough bend euer when 't is big â—o the same side that it was bent a Twig So Bears Wolues Lyons our wildest Game Bred tame with vs with vs continue tame When as 12. times She 12. new Moons had past This vertuous Pattern all Perfection grac't For th'expert Pilot is not more precise To shun in Sayling all the Ieopardies Of Cyane Streight of hatefull Syrtes Sand Charybdu Gulfe and of Capharean Strand Then was wise IVDITH to avoid the Dames Neuer so little spotted in their Names Knowing that long conversing with the light Corrupts the sobrest or at least though right Right safe th' Honor be sav'd the Names not so From common Bruit though often false we know For haunting Good good are wee holden ay Bad with the Bad Like will to like vve say Shee euer modest neuer vs'd to stay Abroad till midnight at a Maske or Play Nor tript from Feast to Feast nor Street-webs span To see and to be seene of euery man But rather knowing that such fond desire To gaze and to be gaz'd-on Flax and Fire Valid light Dina and such gadding Dames A thousand more their Noble Houses Shames She wisely kept at home where Morn and Even Daily she calld vpon the God of Heav'n The rest of euery day in dutious course She seru'd her Nursers for a tender Nurse As wont the Storks kind and officious Brood For their old Parents to goe gather Food And on some high Firre far-off hauing flow'n Bring life to Those from whom they had their own If in the Day from Houswifes needful care She had perhaps an houre or two to spare She spent them reading of the Sacred Booke Where faithful Soules for spirituall Manna looke Sometimes on Cloth sh'embroidered cunningly Some Beast or Bird or Fish or Worm or Fly Sometime she wrought with silver needle fine On Canvas-web some History divine Heer Lot escap't from that dread Flame froÌ„ High Which burnt his Town with winged Feet doth fly To little Zoar while his Wife alack â—ncredulous and curious looking back GOD in the instant smighting for that Fault Transforms her Body to a Bulk of Salt Heer chaste Susanna slandred of dishonor â—eems led to Death People seem prest to stone her But Truth appearing soon they seem at once To turn on th'Elders all their storm of stones Heer loyall Ioseph rather leaues behinde His cloak then hart with his too Lady-kinde And rather chooseth by her false disgrace His Irons then her Armes him to imbrace Heer rash rough Iephthe in vnsacred slaughter Imbrews his own Blade in his onely Daughter By priuate and improuident Annoy Troubling the Publique the generall Ioy. Weary of Work on her sweet Lute she playes And sings withall some holy Psalm of Praise Not following such as by lasciuious Dances Lauish Expences light and wanton Glances Seek to be sought courted and lov'd of most But as the Fisherman that baits the Coast With poysonie Pastes may haue a greater draught And though lesse wholesome hath more Fishes caught Then those that only vse their Hook or Net So may these Gallants them more Lovers get Then modest Mayds But their immodest flame Fires none but Fools Frantikes or Voids of shame Vertue alone begins begets conceiues A perfect Loue which though it slowe receiues His Form Life nor is so soone a fire â—o neither doth it halfe so soon expire â—rawe kindles quickly is quickly past â—on heats but slowely it's heat doth last Now IVDITH'S fair Renown throgh Iuda rings â— euery Citie and great Suters brings From All-form Fashions from faire painted Faces â—â—om Powdred Tresses from forc't Apish Graces â—â—om Prince-fit Pompe from Peacocks strutting by With Bosoms naked to the Navel nigh â—o woo Her Vertue But Loues burning Dart â—ould neither harm nor warm her Icie hart â—â—r as hard Hammers harder Diamant â—e harder did resist Loues grace to grant â—â—uing resolued sole and single rather â—o spend her dayes with her deer-loued Father â—t at the last importun'd long and prest â— her deere Parents carefull of her Rest â—e tooke MANASSES one of Noble bloud â—â—h in the Mind 's Nature's Fortune's Good Their Mariage then was neither stoln nor packt â—or posted to preuent some Pre-contract â—o cheat some Heire some Auarice to choak â— couer Others or their own Sin cloak But duly past modest and reuerent With Either's Parents knowledge and consent Dina's Disasters to this day doe proue The sad successes of prepost'rous Loue Of priuie Choice close Matches and vnkend Which seldom bring Louers to happy end And that our Selues ought not our Selues bestow But Those froÌ„ whom our Birth Breeding grow This happy Match begun thus holily And holy carried did so firmly tie This chaste young Couple in so mutuall loue That both their bodies seems one soule to moue Th' one neuer wisht but what the other would Both by one Organ their one-minde vnfold And as a Hurt on the Right side we see Reacheth the Left euen so by sympathie
Her Husbands Sorows did sad IVDITH share And IVDITH's Sorows her sad Husband bare The Husband did not his deer Wife controule As Tyrants rule but as the tender Soule Commands the Body not the same to grieue But comfort rather cherish and relieue Him IVDITH lou'd as Brother or more rather Feard as her Lord honord as her Father Their House for Order so religious â—eemd more a Temple then a priuate House There did no Mayd with merry-tricks intice The bashful Stripling to lascivious vice There did no drunken Groom sick Healths disgorge â—or against Heav'n blasphemous Oathes re-forge There no broad Iester no bold common Lyer â—o Gamester Thiefe Rogue Ruffin Apple-squier â—ad euer harbor but all Seruants there To their graue Rulers Rules conformed were MANASSES knowing what a Floud of Crimes â—urrounded all in His enormous Times â—specially what Euills Confluence Sad euen corrupted sacred Gouernments So that for fauour or for Mony more â—…ols Knaues Boyes Basest highest Burthens bore â—e modestly refus'd all Publique Charge â—olding him happy so free and at large â—arre from the Courts of State and Iustice too Quiet at Home his Houshold dues to doo Yet notwithstanding knowing too that none â—as euer borne so for himselfe alone â—…t that the best part of our dayes though few â—our Country Kindred our Friends is due No Magistrate Hee daily serv'd the State More then a hundred that in Office sate For in His House did sacred Iustice liue And from his Lips would She her sentence giue He euer was th' afflicted Poores Protector Widowes Supporter Silly-ones Director Orphans kinde Father Euery age Sex Sort Had from his hand some kind of kinde Support Neuer vain Thirst of the ' curs't Earth of Inde Made Him wound Water neither woo the Winde Neuer did Avarice his Life endanger With mercenarie Sword to serue the Stranger Neuer did Hee to Adverse-Clients sell A double Breath blowing to Heav'n Hell But strife-less vsing harm-less Husbandry Tooke of his Land both Stock and Vsury Of his lent Labours For somtimes by Line Hee plants an Orchard which he orders fine With equi-distant Trees in Rowes direct Of Plums of Pears and Apples most select Heer-there He Crab-stocks sets then grafts thereon Some stranger Slip inocculates anon Anon with keen Share the kinde Earth he shreds Anon the Vine vnto the Elme hee weds â—non he prunes-off the superfluous shoots â—non the Bodies pares then bares the roots â—or neither Dog-Dayes nor December's Ice â—ould keep Him Prisoner in his Chamber nice But as one-day his Reapers he beheld Who swelting swift the yellow handfulls feld â—ol from his head caus'd a Catarrh descend Which shortly after caus'd MANASSES End He that can number in November all â—he withered Leaves that in the Forrests fall â—ee that can number all the Drops in Showers Which Hyades Pleiades and moist Orion poures â—pon the Plaines may tell the Tears Shee shed â—or her deer Husband so vntimely dead â—he Wealth and Treasure he had left her kinde â— steed of easing more afflicts her Minde â—h'vse of his Goods still sets before her eies â—heir good old Owners sweet and gracefull guise â—ad She had all the Gold was gather'd ever â—n all the shoal Sands of the Lydian River â— had not been Rich being bereft of Him â—ithout WhoÌ„ Wealth doubled her Woes extream â—d with WhoÌ„ glad she would have born the crosses â—f wretched IOB's sad sodain many Losses Phoebus had thrice through all the Zodiak past Since His Decease Yet Time which all doth waste And cures all Cares could not her Griefs recouer For Losse of Him her deerest Lord and Lover Still therefore cover'd with a sable Shrowde Hath She kept home as all to Sorrow vow'd For for the most part solitarie sad Tears in her eyes sack on her back she had Griefe in her heart so on the wither'd Spray The Widow Turtle sighes her mournfull Lay Sole and exil'd from all Delights that move Chastly resolv'd t' accept no Second Love If any time IVDITH went out of Doore As Duty binds it was to see some Poore Some woefull Woman in deep Passions toyld For sodain Losse of her deer only Childe Some long-Sick body or some needy soule With needfull Comforts of her Bag or Boule Or else to go as GOD commanded Them To pray and Offer at IERVSALEM Thus deer Companion have I briefly show'n Faire IVDITH'S Story on whose Worth alone All eyes are cast but cannot tell you out Whether she goes lesse what she goes about â—t if we may from former things infer â—ghesse of future We may hope from Her â—me Happiness and sure me thinks her Cheer â— pleasant chang'd boads some good fortune neer â—th this Discourse the wakefull Hebrew Knight â—alking between wore-out the wearie Night IVDITH the while her Handmaid with her hies â—wards the Trenches of the Enemies â—r from the Fort She had a furlong gone â—e Heathen Scouts describ'd her and anon â—pake her Thus O! more then humane Beauty â—ence What are You What Cause hath hither â—o th' Assyrian Camp Alas I am brought ye â—ghing quoth She a woefull Hebrew Dame â—ho to escape so many Deaths or Thrall â—me here to yeeld me to your General Then to the Duke they lead her Who-so-e're â—th seen in Cities how they flock to hear â—me prating Montibank or see some Monster â—w brought from Africk or froÌ„ Inde may conster at presse of Soldiers from all parts did throng â—out his Tent and even prest in among see that compleat She so comely deem'd â—o the more look't on the more lovely seem'd Her waved Locks some dangling loose some part In thousand rings curld-vp with art-less art With gracefull Shadowes sweetly did set-out Her broad high Fore Head smooth as Ice about Two slender Bowes of Ebene equall bent Over two Starres bright as the Firmament Two twinkling Sparks Two sprightfull Ietty Eyes Where subtle Cupid in close Ambush lies To shoot the choisest of his golden Darts Into the chariest of the chastest hearts 'Twixt these Two Suns down froÌ„ this liberal Front Descendingly ascends a pretie Mount Which by Degrees doth neer those Lipps extend Where Momus Lips could nothing discommend Her ruddy round Cheeks seem'd to be composed Of Roses Lillied or of Lillies-Rosed Her musky Mouth for shape and size so meet Excelling Saba's pretious Breath for sweet A swelling Welt of Coral round behemms Which smiling showes two Rowes of orient Gemmâ— Her Ivory Neck and Alabaster Brest Ravish the Pagans more then all the rest Her soft sleek slender hands in Snowe bedipt With purest Pearl-shell had each Finger tipt In brief so passing Her Perfections were That if rare Zeuxis had but found Her there Or such another when from curious Cull Of Croton Dames so choisely Beautifull By many Beawties seuerally mett His cunning Pencil drew the Counterfait Of Her for Whom Europe and Asia fought This only Piece had he sufficient thought IVDITH no sooner came within the Tent But both her Cheeks a bashful
Bed The which the-while he full of Thorns doth think But now the Fume of his aboundant Drink Drouzing his Brain beginneth to deface The sweet Remembrance of her louely Face Alreadie wheels his Bed alreadie shine A thousand Rayes before his slumbring Eyne Alreadie in his Eares now waxen numme A thousand Drones with buzzing Noise do humme He sees Chiméras Gorgons Mino-Taures Medusas Haggs Alectos Semi-Taures But IVDITH's heart still beating thick with-in Felt a fell Combat in it self begin Now causing Fear her sacred Fervour quash Anon her Fervour her faint Fear to dash IVDITH said She Thy Iacob to deliuer Now is the Time Now to-it Do-it neuer O! Yes O! No. I will I will not I Shall I profane kinde Hospitality Nay rather shall I sanctifie't the more When by the same I shall the Saints restore But Traitors euer bear Dishonors brand Traitors be Those betray not save their Land But Murderers Heaun's rigbteous Iudge abhors Why all Man-killers are not Murtherers But Hee 's a Murderer who his Prince hath slain This is a Tyrant not My Soverain But GOD hath now bequeath'd Him vs for Lord. Hee 's not of GOD that wars against his Word Why then may All their Tyrants kill and rid So Ahod Iahel and so Iehu did Yea but from Heau'n had They autentik Warrant So hath my Soule approued and apparant But ah how weak art Thou this Work to act Whom GOD assisted neuer strength hath lackt But hadst thou done the Sequel's more to doubt GOD brought me in GOD will bring me out What if He please leaue thee in Heathens hands Their Chieftain dead I fear nor Death nor Bands But to their Lust thou shalt be left a Prey Neuer my Minde my Body force they may Then in this point thus sacredly confirm'd With hands heav'd vp her eies on Heav'n she firm'd And softly Thus poures to the Lord her Prayer O gracious GOD who with paternal Care Hast euer kept thine Israel strengthen Thou Mine Arm with Thine that it may nimbly now Cut-off this Tyrant who thus dares presume To scale the Heav'ns Thy Sceptre to assume And fith thy grace through thousand storms more Hath brought my Bark in sight of wished shore O let it land with Poppie's sleepiest sap This Tyrant's sense benum in end-less Nap That I may raise this Siege Thy Thralls release Return Thee Praise and to thy SION Peace Her Praier done the Drunken Prince she heares Snotting aloud Then faire and soft She neeres His Pallets side and quickly takes the Sword Which had so oft the groaning Earth begor'd But euen about the fatal Blowe to giue Fear from her hand did the fel Weapon reaue Her hart did faint her strength did faile her quite O GOD then said She strengthen by Thy Might My timerous heart's and trembling hand 's Consent Then on the Duke so stiffe a stroake she lent As happily tri-parted at the poule Th' Head from the Body Body from the Soule His Soule to Hell his Body on the Bed In IVDITH's hand his grim and ghastly Head Which soon her Handmaid in her Night-bag hid Then speeding thence suspect-less or vnspi'd Without Impeach the Pagan Hoste they past For if that any saw them trip so fast Heav'n-blinde they thought She went but as before Tower Into the Vale bright Diane to adore Now when chaste IVDITH came to th' Hebrews Ope open said She for the GOD of Power Th' Assyrian Forces hath this Night forlorn And lifted vp his chosen Iacob's forlorn The Town amaz'd at her Return vn-hop't Presse to the Port which instantly they op't Thronging about her who a Tarras mounts And her Exploit from point to point recounts Then from her Bag for Proof of what she said She pulls the-while the dreadfull Pagans Head The Citizens when in her hand they sawe Th' Assyrian's Head's Head full of humble Awe Extoll th' Almighty who so mighty Foe By a weak Woman had subdewed so But most of all did Ammons Prince admire GOD's dreadfull Iudgement and to scape His ire Who Israel thus of vanquisht victoriz'd His Flesh and Heart he sodain circumciz'd How sweetly Lord Thy sacred Prouidence Mens suttlest Wisdome in their Plots preuents For thine Elected vnto Life to guide Into thy Fold when most they seem beside Good out of Ill thou draw'st making their Sin Means ' gainst their minds their Goodnes to begin Lord foule Desire of Murther and of Spoile Brought this late Pagan to th' Isacian Soile Where meaning first Thy Peoples bloud to spill Now spend his Owne for their deer sakes he wil Thy mercy so from his maligne Affect Maugre his minde brought forth a good Effect So neer Damascus mad'st thou by thy Call Of Wolf a Shepheard of a Saule a Paule Of Persecutor an Apostle brief Of Chief of Sinners among Saints the Chief So sodainly that all the Saints about Admir'd his Doctrine Yet his Deeds did doubt So the Saint Thief which suffered with our Sauior Was led to Life by his Death-dew Behauior And when no longer Earth could bear his Sin Was in a Moment made Heau'ns Citizen O feareful-hopeful Precedent of Grace Such as but One GOD's holy Books imbrace â—ne that None humbled should despaire of Pardon But One that None presume in Sin to harden So turn good Lord O turn the hearts of Princes Whose Rage their realms w th Sts. deer bloud berinses O! let the Sword Thou in their hand hast put None but Thy Foes none but Those Tyrants cut Who cursedly Thee or Thy CHRIST blaspheme Vsurping IVDA and IERVSALEM â—nd all Thy Golden Candlesticks beside Threating the West too with their Power Pride Not Those who humbly only euermore â—hee TRINITY in VNITY adore Then as the braue Virago ordered Soldier takes th' Assyrian Tyrants Head And for the Hebrews more Encouragement â—lad sets it vp vpon the Battlement There Parents Children Maids Widowes sad Whom Pagan Swords but new bereaued had â—f Children Parents Louers Husbands deer â—wixt Grief and Anger as distracted neer Pull-off his Beard pull out his hatefull Tongue Which had blasphemed Heau'n Earth so long Spit in his Face scratch poach-out his Eyes And all that Hate and Fury can deuise For lyue Remembrings of their wrongs them make On his dead Head this dead Reuenge to take Aurora weary of the cold Embrace Of her old Spouse began in Inde apace To paint her Portal of an Opal hew When of Bethulians all the brauest Crew Issue in Arms and such a Noise withall Such Shouts and Cries as if in th'antike Braule All th' Elements breaking the bands of Order Were by the Eares and in their old Disorder The Court of Gard that night vnusuall strong Towards the Town hearing such Noise so long Start from their Sleep and crying Arm arm arm Giue sodainly to all their Hoast Alarm One for his owne his Fellowes Helm puts-on One his right Vantbras on left arm doth don One on his neck for Launce a Libbet takes One speeds him quick
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
â—ull of Corruption foule of hand and hart â—o touch the ARK to vnder-take This Part Ah! pardon Lord O! purifie mee all â—rom all Prophanenesse from Sinne 's bitter Gall And as yâ—r while it pleasd thee to infuse 〈◊〉 mine vnschooled and vnskilfull Muse By vertue of Thine All-sufficing Grace â—mmediat power du-BARTAS Track to trace â—o as how-euer weake and Art-lâ—sse I â—hat Worke findes Welcome with the grauest Eye â—ow more good Lord my Wits Words refine â—o treat diuinely Matter so Diuine â— sacred Spirit now sanctifie my Stile Let not my Sensuall thy pure Sense defile â—ut tune mee right to Eccho as belongs Thy HVSSIAN's Sighs then Thy IESSEAN's Songs And to that end vouchsafe me at Thy pleasure â—esse Need full Life in a lesse Care full leasure â—p 1. NEere where Idumè's dry and sandy Soile Spreads Palmful Forests dwelt a Man yer-while Of life vnblotted and vnspotted Fame God-fearing Iust Sin-flying IOB by Name With due respect to Heauen 's Nature's Law In Wedlocks sweet Yoake did he seemly draw Whence by that Bountie whose all Blessings bee Seavn Sonnes he had and louely Daughters Three Great was his Substance for of fleecie Sheep Vpon the Downes seavn Thousand did he keep Fiue hundred yoak of Oxen did he owe Fiue hundred Ass-shees Camels six times so Great Train within doores great Train with-out Made him esteem'd through all the East about His Sons by turns their Sisters did inuite And feast each other in a Daily Rite IOB blest them euery Even and euery Morn When first Aurora's rosie beames return The good Old-man to GOD in humble-wise For each of them did offer Sacrifice Lest They might haue mis-don mis-said mis-thought Or in their Feasts offended GOD by ought While happy IOB thus brought the yeere about It came to pass one day when all the Rout Of Light-full Angels did themselues present Before the Foot-stoole of th' Omnipotent There also came the Executioner Th' ambitious Prince Malicious Lucifer With whom the LORD expostulating Thus Said Sathan say Whence comest Thou to vs I come said Hee from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Hast thou not then suruey'd my Seruant IOB Reply'd the LORD whose like in all the Globe There is not found so full of louing-feare So faithfull fruitfull rightfull and sincere Is it for Nothing said the subtle Foe That IOB adores and loues and feares Thee so Hast thou not hedg'd him safe on euery side Hast thou not heapt him Blessings far and wide But for awhile with-hold thy Fauour 's stream With-draw thy hand and hide thy Bounties beam Then shalt thou see or double my Disgrace Hee will anon blaspheme thee to thy Face Lo said th' Eternall from this instant hower All that he hath is in thy hand and power All but Himselfe Himselfe I sole exempt Sathan eftsoones assumes his bold Attempt As all his Children were together met Their elder Bâ—others haâ—tâ—e Cheere to eat Camâ—one to OB â—unning breathless nigh Scarce coulâ— he speak yet weakly thus did cry Ah! woe is me to be the Messenger Of so sad Nâ—wâ—s is now I bring you Sir As all your Oxen vnder painfull yoak Their pointed Iourneyes in your Fallowes broke And as your Asses in the Meads did feed Sâ—bêâ—n â— hieues came forth with furious speed And tooke them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake there came Another in Hared and hot and Thus did He begin Sir from the Heav'ns a suddaine Fire did fall Among your â—heep hath consum'd them all And slaine your Seruants yer they could eschew I onely scâ—p't to come and tell it You. While He yet spake Another came amaz'd And sadly sâ—d Sir while your Camels graz'd In your owne Pâ—stures vp and down the Lands The proud Chaldéans in three armed Bands Surpriz'd them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake Another came and cryde In pitious Fright as if himselfe beside O 〈◊〉 your Sons Daughters all the rest Were met to day at my young Masters Feast Where from beyond the Wilderness anon A suddain Whirle-wind rose and rusht vpon The corners of the House and shooke it so That instantly it fell from Top to Toe And with the Fall them altogether slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you Then starting vp IOB gan his clothes to rent Shaues his hoare haire his head with ashes sprent As in a swoune falls to the ground with grones And semi-sighing Thus himselfe bâ—mones Ah! Naked came I from my Mothers wombe Naked I shall returne vnto my Tombe The LORD hath taken what himselfe hath giuen Blessed be GOD th' Almighty LORD of Heauen Yet did not IOB for all that him mis-fell Murmur at GOD nor inly sink or swell Nor sinne against th' eternall Prouidence But suffred all with humble Patience ANother day when all the sacred Bands Caâ— â— Came all attending their high Kings coÌ„mands Came also Hee whose Enuie since Hee fell FroÌ„ Heavn hath striu'n to hale down Man to Hell With whom the LORD expostulateth Thus Now Sathan say Whence comest Thou to Vs I come said He from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Then Hast thou found replyes th' Omnipotent In all thy Circuit Man more confident Or minde more Constant or more faithfull Soule Then IOB my Seruant whom thine Enuy foule Late vrg'd my Leaue by sharp Assaults to try How hast thou sped What hast thou got thereby Alas said Hee I reft him but the things That flie from Men with transitory wings And therefore he regards his losse the lesse But would thy Power him somwhat neerer presse Would'st thou permit me touch him to the quick I yeeld me conquer'd if he doe not kick If more he serue trust pray or praise thy Grace If he in fine blaspheme not to thy Face Pinch but his Body and then Skin for Skin Hee 'l wince without and sodain flinch within Go Fiend said GOD sith th' art so obstinate Fall on my IOB him felly cruciate Touch not his Soule his Body only touch Hence Satan hyes glad that he might so much Without Delay then with the most Despight He sets on IOB and in most pitious Plight With vlcerous Anguish fils his body so That crusted all in Scabs from top to toe Amid the Ashes sad and desolate Scraping his Sores with shels or sherds he sate Yet Constant still still calmely Patient Without a word of grudging Discontent Then said his Wife What helps Integrity What boots it Man alas curse GOD and die Go foolish Woman the good man reply'd Thy rebell heart doth thy rash tongue mis-guide Shall we from GOD of Good receiue our Fâ—ll And at his pleasure not partake of Ill So IOB as yet for all that him mis-fell Displeas'd not GOD but bore it wondrous well By This the light-foot fether-tongued Dame Had farre
it But chide you sharp how-euer secrâ—t were it Shall not the brightnes of His Facâ— aâ—â—â—y â—â—u His Maâ—â—stie with awefull Raâ—es diâ—may â—ou Mâ—er Earth Ashes daring thus to play Your Bâ—st but Dust your rest but Duâ—t Clay Hold you your tongues no more your silence breâ—â—â— But at my Perill giue Me leaue to speâ—k Why should I â—eare me as one out of Sâ— With mine own Teeth or doe Sâ—lfe-Violence No should He slay me I would hope againe Though in his sight I still my right maintaine For He himselfe will saue and doe me right And cleere mee from your doome of Hypocrite Sith in His presence Such can haue no place Nor hope such help of His assisting Grace Giue therefore eare vnto my words waigh VVith due regard what I shall truly say Lo heere I stand as ready to be try'd And well I knowe I shall be iustifi'd Come who will charge me oppose my Pleas Alas I die if now I hold my peace Onely but spare me in Two things with-drawe Thy heauie hand vvith-hold thy glorious Awe From frighting me then from before thy face I shall not hide me nor betray my Case Then at thy choise be in this Cause dependant I am indifferent Plaintif or Defendant What and How-many are my Sins pretended Shew me Wherein and How I haue offended That Thou should'st shun turn thee from me so And handle me as thy most hated Foe Doost Thou vouchsafe a witherd Leafe to crush Against dry Stubble doost Thou daign to rush That in so bitter and seuere a stile Thou doost indight mee and recite the while My sinnes of Youth them re-recording fresh VVith th'Heritage inherent vnto Flesh And putt'st my feet into the Stocks so strait VVatchest my Waies and at my heeles doost wait To finde some hole in my fore-acted Life Scourging mine Errors with thy Terrors rife VVhile rotten-like it wasteth as a Cloth Grown full of holes eaten by the Moth. MAn born of Man's Womans loynes alas Cap â— Hath but few dayes those ful sad to pass Much like a Flower he shooteth vp and fades Quickly cut downe he vanisheth as Shades Of no continuance here Yet dost Thou daign To frowne at Such striue with Me so vaine Who from Pollution can pure thing extract O! there is None none that is so exact Sith then his dayes Thou hast determined Sith that his Months with thee be numbered Sith Thou hast set the certain Time he has To Him vncertain which He cannot pass Forbeare awhile from him looke away Till as the Hireling he hath done his Day For though a Tree befelled from the Root 〈◊〉 there hope 〈◊〉 inches will re-shoot Though in the Earth 〈…〉 be old and dry Tâ—â—â— on the Eaâ—â—h 〈…〉 as dead do lie Yâ—â—â—y the Seâ—t of the neeâ—â—inding Flood It wâ—â—â—â—â—e and as a Plant re-â—ud Pâ—t Man man's Body from hâ—â— Soule bereft Man down dead O! whâ—t of Him is left Siâ—â— aâ— Sâ—â—-waâ—ers past re-pâ—sse no more As Râ—â—â—rs â—ry'd return not to their Shore Man Dead-asleep shall neuer wake again Nor neuer rise till Heav'n no more remain O! wert thou pleas'd me in my Graue to hide Vâ—till thy Wrath were past and pacifi'd Or that there were some Time or Term assign'd me When Thou wilt cease in thy Mercy mind me Or shall a Man neer dead heer liue again Still liuing-dying in continuall Pain And shall I still in this distressed state Wait all the Dayes of mine appointed Date Vntill my Chaâ—gâ— my Renâ—â—ation come When Thou shalt call me nor shal I be dumb But answer thee Then then Thou wilt approue That Thou the Works oâ— thine own hands doost loue Though now my steps thou numbrest so exact Not'st all my Sins seem'st them to haue packt As in a Bagge safe sealed yea to add New Trespasses vnto the old I had So that as Mountains mouldring down do sink As from their places shiuer'd Rocks do shrink As waters break the Stones as Showres surround The dusty Earth Thou doost Man's hope coÌ„found And tryumph'st euer ouer Him deiected Transform'd in Face as from thy Face reiected Nor knoweth He whether his deer Posteritie Shall poorely fare or flourish in Prosperitie But while his Soule his Body beares about That shall haue Woe within This without The second Booke 〈◊〉 15. TO This of His so hot and vehement Thus Eliphas in the same Element Should one so wise as thou doost vaunt thee heere Discourse so vainly bring such idle geare Vent from the Centre of a swelling brest As noysome Gales as the vnholsome East Trifle the Time about I vvot not what In idle and vnprofitable chat Nay nullifie Religious Feare and Pietie Not praying to but pleading with the Deitie VVhich thine own mouth hath witnest too-too-far VVith subtile Cauils of a Sophister Yea thine own mouth not mine shall thee coÌ„uince Against thy Selfe thy lippes giue Euidence Why Man wert Thou the first man on the earth Or wert Thou born before the Hills had birth Hast Thou alone GOD's Secret vnderstood And hast Thou onely VVisedom in thy Hood VVhat is' t Thou knowest that We haue not kend VVhat vnderstand'st Thou but VVe comprehend There are of Vs as old as Thou or rather Some I suppose more antient then Thy Father And doost Thou slight our Comforts godly sent Or hast Thou of thine Owne more excellent Why doth thy heart and whither thee transport Why doost thou close thine eyes that in this sort Thy Spirit turnes shall I say spurns at GOD And from thy Lips spets words so bold and broad O! What is Man that He should clean exist Or Womans Son that He should Iust persist Behold He found his Angels stood not sure Neither the Heanens in His pure sight are pure Then How-much-more before Him filthy stinks Stock-stained Man who Sin as Water drinks I 'll therefore shew the hark and marke me well What I haue seen I will declare and tell What from their Elders Sages yerst haue know'n And to their Heires successiuely haue show'n Such as indeed haue had the Helm in hand To steer their Owne and Strangers to with-stand The Wicked Man's in-labour all his Life In bitter Pains in Pangs and Passions rife Number of yeares are seldome His to summe A Sound of Feares still in His eares doth humme Or if at all He seem in ease to swim The swift Destroyer shall soon seaze on him Hâ—p-less and Hope-less euer to recouer Sâ—eing the Sword him euer hanging ouer Needy indeed or greedy still of more Pining in Plenty staruing in his Store He wanders seeking of his Bread about In dread of Want of a Black Day in doubt Trouble and Anguish shall him deep affright As royall Armies ready for the Fight For He hath stretched his proudâ—â— and at Heav'n And stubbornly hath with th' Almighty striv'n Running at Him rushing vpon his Neck Yea on the Posses of his Shield so thick Because his Fat his full broad
before me or behind On This or That side Him I cannot find Yet knowes He well my Way and hath me try'd And I like Gold shall come forth purified My Foot hath walked in His steps His Way Haue I obserued and not gon astray Nor haue I started from His Precepts set But priz'd them more then my appointed Meat Yet He persisteth in one purpose still Who can diuert him He doth what he will And will performe what is of me decreed And many such things are with Him indeed Therefore before Him am I wonder-smit Affraid of Him when I consider it For GOD hath suppled and made soft my heart And deep perplext me in my inward part Because my Languors neither end nor I Nor can I see nor sound the Reason Why. 〈◊〉 24 BVt can it be How can it other be But that the Times of the Diuine Decree Concerning Iudgements more or lesse seuere When Why and Who and How What Where Hidden with GOD and hidden from his Owne Should to the World and wicked be vnknowne They shift the Land-marks from their ancient seat They take by force mens Flocks to feed or eat They driue away the silly Orphans Asse They take for Pledge the Widowes Oxe alas They turn the Needy from their neerest Way They make the Poor together hide them aye Lo Like wilde Asses in the Wildernesse They ramp about their brutish Businesse Rising betimes for Boot like Free-booters The Desart Field yeelds Food for them and theirs They reap them Each a Crop from Others Crop They gather Each a wicked Vintage vp They cause the Naked without Clothes to lie Quiuering for Cold no Couering but the Skie Washt with the Showers that froÌ„ the Mountains shed Embracing Clifts for Shelter Rocks for Bed They Pluck the Pupil from the tender Brest They take from Poor a Pawne of all their best They leaue them Naked Nay the Hungry soule Euen of his Sheaf and gleaned handfuls pâ—ule Yea Labourers that in Their seruice toile That tread their Wine-presse that make their Oile That trudge and drudge in their Affairs in fine They let them starue and euen for thirst to pine The Citie grones vnder their Wicked Thrall Th' oppressed slain and wounded cry and call Yet 't is apparant as the Sun is cleer GOD doth not alwaies smite nor cite them heer Yet These are Those that aye the Light abhor Know not her Way nor keep nor care it for The Murd'rer rises early yet the Light To kill the Poore and robbeth late at Night Th'Adulterer's Eye doth for the Twy-light wait And muffled thinks none sees my quaint Deceipt They Burglars digge through houses in the Dark Which in the Day they for their owne did mark But Light they loath Morning to Them is Death Death's Terror Day which all discouereth On Waters swim they light and swift for Fear On Earth as Vagrants fly they heer and there Their cursed portion euery-where vndon By-waies they seek and the High-waies they shun As Heat and Drought dissolue drink the Snow The wicked-one the Graue shall swallow so The Womb that bare him shall him quite forget And to the Worme he shall be wel-com Meat He shall with Men no more remembred be But broken-off as is a withred Tree He weds the Barren that brings neuer forth And if a Widowe leaues her nothing-worth Yet by his power He drags the Mighty downe And none is safe if He in Fury frowne No though with Presents they his Patience buy And build on it on Them he casts an eye Such for a little are aloft Anon As lowe as Others as All others gone Soone taken hence shut-vp cut-off shorn As with the Haile the tufted eares of Corn. If Thus it be not Who will I desire Disproue my Speech and proue me now a Lyer TO This the Shuhite answered shortly Thus Cap â— He is Almighty Dradly-Glorious Whose Power imperiall All-humbling Awe Rules his High Places in most peacefull Law Is any number of His Armies known What Light so bright but His hath ouer-shone How then may Man with GOD be iust defin'd Or He be Clean that 's born of Woman-kind Behold the Moon before Him is not bright Starres are not pure in his All-piercing sight Then How-much-lesse How-much-less Man alas The Son of Man a Worm a VVorthlesse Mass IOB heervnto replyes incontinent Cap. â— Well haue ye said but How impertinent How hast Thou holp the weak feeble wight How fit defended him that hath no might How sweetly taught the simple and vnwise How full declar'd the Matter as it lyes To Whom doost Thou this Speech of thine direct VVhat mooues thee to it to what effect For I for My part know that Not alone Th' Eternall rules on his supernall Throne The things aboue in their harmonious Course But heere belowe the Better and the Worse Beneath the Waters dead things formed bin And dumb their owne Inhabitants within Hell is not hid from Him Destructions Caue From His inspection can no Couering haue He th'ample Heav'ns ouer the Void extends He vpon Nothing the sad Earth suspends Within his Clowdes He bottles vp the Rain Which with it weight tears not the Clowds in twainâ— He hath in-bowd the fore-front of his Throne And spread his clowdy Canapey thereon He hath begirt the VVaters with a List Shall euer last till Day and Night desist The massie Pillers of the Pole doe shake If He but chide at His check they quake He by his Power doth the deep Sea diuide His Prudence smites her in her fellest pride He by his Spirit the spangled Heav'ns hath drest With glittering Signes the Serpent the rest Lo These are parcells of his VVaies suprem But ô How little doe VVe heare of Him Who can conceiue Who vnderstands the Thunders Of His more secret most sacred VVonders WHile none repli'd IOB grauely Thus goes on Cap â— As liues the Lord th' Almighty Holy-One VVho seems a space my Verdict to suppress Loading my Soule with brunts of Bitterness VVhile Breath is in me till my Spirit inspir'd By GOD be gon from me quite exspir'd My Lips shall speak no wickednes no wile Nor shall my Tongue deliuer any guile No GOD forbid that I should iustifie Your rash miss-Iudgement Mine Integritie â—'ll not abandon to my Dying-day Mine Innocence I neuer will betray My Righteousnes still will I fast retain And my cleer Conscience while I liue maintain But as the VVicked be mine Enemies Those as Vnrighteous that against me rise For what 's the Hope of th'hollow Hypocrite Though He haue heaped Treasures infinite VVhen GOD shal take in a disastrous Day His Land his Life his Goods his Gods â—way Will GOD regard or heare his howling Cry VVhen He is compast with Calamitie Or in th' Almighty can He comfort take Will He to GOD continuall Prayer make I 'll show you how th' Almighty hand doth deale God's wonted Course I will not now conceale Nay
caus'd the Owners die In sted of Barley and the best of Corn Grow nothing there but Thistles Weeds Thorn Heere IOB surceast The fourth Booke 〈…〉 H◠〈…〉 Three fore-named Friends â—m â—rth â—ech â—s hopeless of their ends Sith IOB â—stiâ— still maintâ—in'd his right Of Râ—g 〈◊〉 his own proper sight Theâ— angâ—y Zeal began to swelt and swel In Elihú the sonne of Barachel Thâ— Buzâ—te borne and of the Race of Ram Bâ—th against IOB began his wrath to flame Becausâ— â—s tâ— of his words imply'd Rather Himselfe then GOD he iustifi'd And also Those his â—oe-friends for so strict Condemning IOB vntry'd and vnconvict His modestie him hitherto with-held As giuing place to others of more Eld But seeing IOB to a full Period come And th' other â—hree without Reply as dumb His Zeal burst out and Thus in briefe began I must confesse I am too young a man T' haue interrupted you so old before In This Dispute and therefore I forbore I was in doubt I durst not speak till now My weak Opinion and present it you For Dayes thought I Yeers can farther reach And long Experience Wisedom best can teach Men haue a Soule Reason's light inherit But Wisedom is inspir'd by th' holy-Holy-Spirit Which bloweth where it will worketh free Not ty'd to Age nor to Authoritie For Great men alwaies are not wisest found Nor the most Ancient still the most profound Therfore awhile to Me giue eare I pray And let Me also mine Opinion say I well obseru'd your words with diligence I scann'd your Reasons markt your Arguments Yea neer and narrow haue I watcht waigh'd What Each of you and All of you haue said Yet is there None of you apart or ioynt Conuinces IOB or answers to the Point Lest You should say We Wisedom compass can GOD will evince him not the VVit of Man For Me Me yet he neuer did gain-say Nor doe I mean to answer him your way Here-with amaz'd they stil continuing mute Without Reply or shew of more Dispute For I expected yet some Speech from some â—waited still and when as none would come I will said I now prosecute my part To giue my 〈◊〉 from a single heart For I am full of matter to the top My Spirit within me straines me stirres me vp My Brest is like a Wine-Burt wanting Vent Ready to burst or Bottles like to slent I 'll therefore speak that I may yet re-spire And ope my mouth to fanne mine inward fire Yet None I pray from Me the while expect Smooth soothing Titles personall Respect For soothing Titles knowe not I to giue Nor should I would my Maker let me liue 〈◊〉 â—3 NOw therfore IOB hark with attentiue beed To all the Words that from me shal proceed For what I speak premeditated is Not out of Passion or of Preiudice But most sincere and from a single heart Out of cleer Knowledge without Clowds of Art One the same of the same Mass of Mire Made Me as Thee did my Spirit inspire Feare not therfore if Thou haue ought to say Oppose and answer put thy Words in ray I am according to thy wish to plead And parley with thee in th' Almighties stead And yet a Man My Terrors shall not fright thee Neither my hand with heauy Tortures smight thee Lo Thou hast said I heard markt it well In Mee there none Iniquitie doth dwell I am Vpright and Clean and Innocent Yet as a Foe Hee is against mee bent Hee picks occasions to inflict mee Stroaks Sifts all my Waies and sets me in the Stocks And lo in This euen in This saying so Thou art not Iust for if thou know'st not know That GOD is Greater then All Men then Why Striu'st Thou with Him whose supream Soueraignty Yields vs no Reason nor Account at all Of His high Counsailes Why or How they fall For once yea twice to Man th' Almighty speaks Yet Man perceiues not or it little reaks By Dream or Vision of the Night in Sleep Vpon his Bed or in some Slumber deep Then opens He Mens eares him reuealeth And sweetly there their meet Instruction sealeth To turn a Man from his intended Ill And hide the Pride of his ambitious Will To keep his Soule back from the brink of Hell And saue his Life from Death Dangers fell Some-times He 's also chast'ned on his Bed With grieuous Sicknes from the foot to head Incessant burning in his Bones and Bloud So that he â—oatheth the most dainty Food His Flesh consumed his Bones so high That they appeare as an Anatomie His Life and Soule draw neer vnto the Pit The Graue doth gape Worms doe wait for it If with Him be a holy Messenger One of a Thousand an Interpreter To shew to Man the Iustice of his GOD In his Correction with his sharpest Rod And rightly humbled re-aduance the Meek By Faith aboue his Righteousnes to seek And pray to Him He will propitious stand And to his Seruant He will Thus command Deliuer him from going to the Graue I am appeas'd a Ransome found I haue Then than a Child shall fresher be his Flesh He shall return vnto his Youth afresh Then shall he call on GOD and GOD shal be Right gracious to him He with ioy shall see His glorious Face For He will render than He will impute His Righteousnes to Man He visits Men and if that any say I haue offended I haue gone astray I haue miss-done I haue peruerted Right Oh! I haue sinn'd had no profit by 't He will deliuer from Infernall Doom His Soule his Life from an vntimely Toomb Lo all These things doth GOD do twice or thrice Oft and again to Man too prone to Vice To re-reduce his Soule from Death's dark Night To be enlightned with the liuing Light IOB mark it well And harken farther yet What I shall speak saue when thou seest it fit If ought thou haue to answer or obiect Speak on in GOD's Name for I much affect To iustifie and cleer thee if I may If otherwise if nought thou haue to say Lift and obserue with silence I beseech And I shall teach thee Wisedom by my Speech SO he proceeded and said furthermore Caâ— â— Heare Me ye Sages Men of Skilfull lore For as the Palate doth discern of Food Th' Eare trieth Words how they be bad or good Let 's then debate This Matter among vs Examine it and what is right discuss For IOB hath said O! I am Iust Vpright And yet saith He GOD hath bereft my Right Should I belye my Cause My thrilled Wound Is past all Cure and yet no Crime is found What man like IOB himselfe so ouer-thinks VVho wilfully Contempt like Water drinks VVho with the Wicked Vngodly walks Iumps iust with Them in their language talks For he hath said Man hath no profit by 't To walke with GOD and in Him to delight But heare me now all yee that vnderstand O! be it
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
â—n giuing Leaues for Fruits to Circes Sisters Their brightest Torches are but funerall Brands â—nd in the Court All is not Gold that glisters 83 Thou wold'st in Death reuenge thy wroÌ„ged Worth â—ake known thy Loue haue shown thy braue Ambition â—hy fram'st thou not thy Death vnto thy Birth Which brought thee naked forth void of Passion 84 Fain wold'st thou see thy Learning's fruit perhaps â—â—…pe yer Thou rot that 's but a vain Desire â—â—rt now-adayes may starue while Ignorance â—â—th Shades for Summer for Winter Fire 85 All day thou trudgest thorough thick thin â—â—r that dull Bulk which doth thee daily braue â—â—inice wreaths Ropes which aye his Ass windes-in â—â—e Soule that serues the Body is a Slaue 86 As many steps in Death as Life we tread Esteem for Deaths all Daies since thou hadst breath To come's not Thine Present is instant fled And Time in time is ouer-come by Death 87 When Man 's imbarkt on th' Vniuersal Deck Hee neither can swiften his Course nor slack it Tide Winde and Weather are not at his Beck And To put back hath many often wracked 88 Some somtimes grieue for one that gladly dies Socrates ioyes sith wrong he suffereth Xantippa melts in Tears He laughs She cries Diuersly iudging of these Darts of Death 89 To runne vnto this Death is Desperate rage Wise Patience onely waits it euery-where Who scorns it showes a Resolution sage For Cowards flie it the Idiots feare 90 When the last Sand of our last Glass goes out Without recoiling we must step our last As without grudge or noise dislodge the Stout And when they must goe stay not to be chac't 91 The Pilgrim longs to haue his Iourney done The Mariner would fain be off the Seas The Work-man ioyes to end his Work begun â—nd yet Man mournes to finish his Disease 92 For a short time Thy Sun is ouer-cast â—ut Thou shalt once re-see't more bright than euer â—nd that same Day which heer thou think'st thy last â— a New-birth Day to be ended neuer 93 What Wrong doth Death I pree-thee Worldling say â—hen losing vnder hope of happier matches â—utting thy Life he takes thy Card away â—nd when to saue thy Life thy Light he snatches 94 Fear'st thou Faint-hart that narrow Plank to pass â—hich GOD Himself hath gone which all Men must â—at like a Childe held by the sleeue alas â—th Eye still glancing on the brim thou go'st 95 Beyond it thou shalt see those pleasant Plains â—ose boundless Beauty all Discourse transcendeth â—ere Kings Subiects soules haue fellow Raigns â—blessed Thrones whose Glory neuer endeth 96 What shalt thou see more for more liuing Heer This Heauen this Sun thou oft before hast seen And shouldst thou liue another Plato's Yeer This World would be the same that it hath been 97 Death's end of Ills and only Sanctuarie Of him that cannot scape the Grudge the Gall Of a seuere Iudge and proud Aduersarie It is a Point which Heav'n appoints to All. 98 At that Diuorce sigh Bodies Soules do solace Th'Exile exulteth at his Home-Retreat This Bodie 's but the Inne t is not the Palace Th' immortall Soule hath an immortall Seat 99 Death 's as the Dawning of that happy Day VVhere without Setting shines the eternall Sun VVhere-in who walk can neuer neuer stray Nor Feare they Night who to the Day-ward run 100 There 's Rest eternall for thy Labours rife There 's for thy Bondage bound-less Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there 's Eternity FINIS MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY PIERE MATHIEV The second Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable ROBERT Earle of Essex By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honorable ROBERT DEVREVX Earle of Essex Ew c. Your double Title to My single heart Both by your Purchase and your Parents Right Claims both a better and a greater Part Of gratefull Seruice than This slender Mite â—â—t sith to profit more than please I write More Sighes than Songs lesse vs'd to Smiles than Smart Disdain not These Restrainers of Delight Though bitter fitter than the Soothing Art 〈◊〉 keep the Minde and Bodie both in Health To coole the Fits of Lust Ambition Pride Surfaits of Ease Youth Liberty and Wealth â—â—d cure All Sickness of the Soule beside Whence Euer free and full of Euery Good From GOD and Men be ESSEX Noble Bud. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 THat height of Kings Crowns Ho nor Worthies WoÌ„der Is now but wind dust shade He whose Approch â—…pall'd the Prowdest Whom All trembled vnder â—…ursed base hand butcherd in his Coach 2 All Triumph yesterday to-day all Terror â—…y the faire Morning ouer-cast yet Euen â—…y one short Hour saw liue and dead Wars Mirror â—…uing Death's speed-stroak vndiscerued giuen 3 â—n all This World All 's fickle nought is Firm â—…s a Sea sanz Safety Calm or Port â—â—…es Cities Empires haue but heer their Term â—â—at euer 's born must vnder Death resort 4 Time flits as Wind and as a Torrent swifteth â—asseth quick and Nought can stop it flying â—ho knowes what Ills it euery Moment drifteth â—…ms that To leaue to liue is To leaue dying 5 â—an in the Wombe knowes nothing of his State â—…wile of Nature for there had he Reason â—hould fore-know this Worlds too-wretched Fate 〈◊〉 rather would intom be him in that Prison 6 Our Birth begins our Beere our Death our Breaâ— On that Condition Heer aboord we come To be 's as not to be Birth is but Death Ther 's but a Sigh from Table to the Tombe 7 Life 's but a Flash a Fume a Froath a Fable A Puffe a Picture in the Water seeming A waking Dream Dreams Shadow Shadowes Taâ— Troubling the Brain with idle Vapors steeming 8 Life to the life The Chesse-boord lineats VVhere Pawnes and Kings haue equall Portion This leaps that limps this cheks that neks that maâ— Their Names are diuerse but their Wood is one 9 Death Exile Sorrow Fear Distraction Strife And all those Euils seen before suspected Are not the Pains but Tributes of this Life Whence Kings no more than Carters are protecteâ— 10 No Sacraments haue been no Sanctuarie From Death Nor Altars for Kings offering-vp Th'Hell hallowed Host poysons Imperiall Harrie Pope Victor dies drinking th' immortall Cup. 11 Thou ow'st thy Soule to Heav'n to pay that Debt â—ot compeld Christians are willing Payers 〈◊〉 yet thy Soule as a good Guest intreat â—om no good Hoste will tumble down the Stairs 12 â—is better fall then still to feare a Fall better die then to be still a-dying 〈◊〉 End of Pain ends the Complaint withall 〈◊〉 nothing grieues that comes but once flying 13 This Life 's a Web wouen fine for som som grosse â—e Hemp some Flax some longer shorter some â—d and Ill Haps are but the Threeds acrosse 〈◊〉 first or last Death cuts it from the Loom 14 These Names which
make some blubber some so braue â—mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition â—eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue â—er his Empire are in one Condition 15 â—or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they comeâ— Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at homâ— And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to opeâ— Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand â—ccount of All that he hath done said thought â—hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame â—nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action â—o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame â—e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom â—erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall â—erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome â—t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing â—he worst least doth to the Bottom diue â—ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring â—t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free froÌ„ Death's Process Knowledge none protectethâ— But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise â—bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise â—d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie â—esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God â—e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary â—e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band â—e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign â— Him behooues who will Mankind command â—t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much â—ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought â—ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 serâ— He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not thâ— But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes â—h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay â—hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms â—he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs â—kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look â—a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs â—ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 â—n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered â—ose Honors though no less haue shined bright â—at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead â— liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 â—f Men might freely take Essay of Court â—ne hauing tasted would return so neer â—e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter â—form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Claweâ— Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so â—askt in the Church in Court with open
Face â—or there 's the place herperfectly to knowe 52 By euill Manners is good Nature marred â—one falls at once all Vertue to defie â—ee in the Soule is a strange Plant transferred â—nd wert not dressed it would quickly die 53 With By-Respects Impietie wee couer â—rth more then Heav'n is priz'd among vs Now GOD'S great Name we scarce our heads vncouer When Kings are named euery knee doth bow 54 Disorder Order breeds good Lawes haue sprung â—om Euill-liues Would All keep Iustice line Westminster there would be soon lesse Throng â—ss Work less Wrack less Words for Mine Thine 55 Law-Tricks now strip the People to their shirt â—ift is their Shield Gold in their onely God â—asps break the Web Flies are held fast hurt â—he Guiltie quit the Guiltless vnder-trod 56 Ther 's now no trust Brother betraies his Brother Faith 's but a phansie but by Fooles esteemed Friend's false to Friend All deceiue each-other Th'Iuie pulls down the Wall by which it climbd 57 Treasons be Trifles Man 's a Wolfe to Man Crimes be but Crums Vice is for Vertue vanted Sodom's and Cypris Sinnes we suffer can And Impious tricks in all their Tracks are hanted 58 In perfect'st Men som Imperfection's found Some-what amiss among their good is seen Gold pure Gold we dig not from the ground There 's Dust Dross grosser stuffe between 59 Merit of old did Friendship feed fix Where now-adaies 't is founded all on Profit With deep Dissembling Deceitfull-tricks And euermore the Poore is frustrate of it 60 Th' Earth cannot fill thy hearts vnequal Angles Thy Hearts a Triangle the Earth's a Round A Triangle is fill'd but with Triangles And th'infinite the finite cannot bound 61 'T's a Death to die far from ones Natiue Citie â—et Death 's not milder there then else-about â—eath without ROME did not Rutilius pittie Neither within ROME Him that ne'r went out 62 When Man is com'n to th' old last Cast of Age When Nature can no longer lend nor borrow â—e thinks not yet to pack and leaue the Stage â—ut still still hopes to liue vntill to-Morrow 63 Fain would'st thou she Loue 's wanton Luxurie â—ut-off Occasions speak farre-off fly Fitnes â—hun Solitude liue still in Companie They fall alone that would not fall with Witnes 64 Muse not to see the Wicked prosper faire â—he Sun his Shine euen vnto Theeues doth giue When of their Patients Leaches do despaire They giue them ouer as they list to liue 65 Slander is worser than Hell's burning Torture The Force more fierce the Heat more vehement â—ell after Death doth but the Guilty martyr â—ander aliue torments the Innocent 66 Affliction razes and then raises hearts As vnder Waight victorious Palms are wont As vnder Seals the Wax doth swell in part Vnder the Crosse the Soule to Heav'n doth mount 67 Enuie in vain pure Vertues Anuil bites Breaking her Teeth as on a Stone the Cur That barks of Custom rather then Despight At euery poore and harmlesse Passenger 68 Enuie's a Torture which doth Men molest Euen from their Birth yer they ought els can doo Behold Two Infants nursed at one Brest They cannot brook their Teat for meat to Two 69 This is the Ods twixt Honest men Knaues Th' one tels his Neighbor All mine owne is mine And all Thine too The other void of Braues Saith Thine's not Mine but what I haue is Thine 70 What Enuie likes not that she makes a Fault Ioseph with Ismael for his Dream was barter'd Abels pure Offring to his End him brought And for the Truth the Innocent are martyrd 71 Flat-Cap for whom hoord'st thou thy heaped Treasures Thy Bodies Sweat thy Soul 's deer Price poor Sot â—ir Prodige-all thine Heire in Protean Pleasures VVill waste in one Day All thine Age hath got 72 True Liberality would be intire Yet not at-once at all times and to all One may mis-giue to giue yer one require Yet Gifts vn-asked sweetest Gifts I call 73 Content with Fruits from thine own Labor grow'n A fore-hand still a set Reuenew saue â—or He 's a Foole in more respects than one That spends his Store or more before he haue 74 There is no Goodnes in a groueling heart â—ent on the VVorld bound to this Rock belowe VVere not the Moon so neer this Neather part â—he would not could not be Eclipsed so 75 Goods are great Ills to those that cannot vse them Misers mis-keep and Prodigals mis-spend-them Hell-hounds to hasten toward Hel abuse-them As Wings to Heav'n-ward heav'n-bent-Soules extend theÌ„ 76 Presumptuous Spirits spring not froÌ„ right Nobility Courage that comes from Pride proues neuer true Pride ruines hearts whose Raiser is Humility The humble Shepheard the proud Giant slew 77 Pride glitters oft vnder an humble Weed Oft louely Names are giuen to loath'd Effects Men sooth them in the Cause to ' scuse th' ill Deed And blame Light rather than their Sight 's Defect 78 A Prudent man is for Him-self sought-forth He 's more admir'd then what the World most vants Praises are due vnto ones proper Worth Not purest Gold addes Price to Diamants 79 Th' Humble doth Others prize Him-self depress Saue against Pride he neuer bends his Browes The more his Vertue mounts-him counts-him less God th' humble Sinner not proud Iust allowes 80 O! Hypocrite which hast but Vertue 's Vaile Seem what thou art and what thou seemest be To hide thy Filth all thy Fig-leaues will faile Thou canst not hide thee from thy God nor Thee 81 Mock Saints whose Soul-weal on your Works you lay VVith eyes hands to Heauen while hart 's els-where For shame you durst not to the least man say VVhat you profane dare whisper in Gods eare 82 Gold 's fin'd in fire Soules in Affliction better â—oths gnaw the Garment locked in the Chest â—till water stinks vnwholesom black and bitter â—words rust in Sheathes and so doe Soules in Rest 83 Opening thy Soul to God cloze Mouth from Men â—or let thy Thoughts roame from thy due Intent GOD sees the hearts his iudgement soundeth them â—nd Them confounds whose Words Deeds dissent 84 Gamesters may well All to to-Morrow post â—o see or to be seen th 'haue neuer leasure With aduerse Windes their Minds are euer tost â—osse bringing Grief more than the Gain brings Pleasure 85 To shun Affaires behoues exceeding heed â—roubles vnsent-for and vnlookt-for haste â—n-set vn-sowen too-early growes the Weed We meet too-soon the Care we hoped past 86 All Idleness dis-natures Wit dis-nerues-it A mod'rate Trauell makes it quick addrest Sloath quels and kills it Exercise preserues-it But He 's not Free that hath no time to rest 87 Who seeketh Rest in troublous Managings Thinks to find Calm amid Tempestuous Seas The World Rest are Two two aduerse things Thick streams re-cleer when Storms stirrings cease 88 Fortune in Court is fickle apt to varie Fauors sort seldom to the Suiters minde They many times euen in the Port mis-carie The hotter Sun the
blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Traiâ— to Iâ— Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it â—er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe â—s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee â—mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems â—nion makes vs Other then we be â—s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 â—rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes â—h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water â—o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes â—o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 â—s leaue out I and No in Conuersation â—rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation â—ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 â—riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain â—ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victuâ— I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Poisâ— 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed proâ— 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labourâ— Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury â—Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age â—…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage â—he rather sith we first receiu'd from you â—he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack â—â—e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE â—â—opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great â—â—nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might â—pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENRâ—â—S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed â—er was King more dear neuer more dread â—oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome â—ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same â—ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame â—s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line â—rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine â—eater to all the Vertues built â—odly Garden with such plenty fild â—oisest fruits flowers that chusing there â—â—ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind â—â—th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion â—inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon â—â—d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre â—â—d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last â—t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 â—oubt of all and daring none to trust â—â—lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours â—â—h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his
his blood O! be not niggards of your Tears expence Vaile heer my Verse do ANNE a reuerence Rare ANNE that shames the rarest wits of Ours Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities â— stain our State remooue our miseries â— cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame â— extreame Euills remedies extreame â—store our King quick shall our Ioyes recouer â— neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer Eech-where our Grief finds matter to augment it â— Names remembrance doth each-where present it â— famous Gests do busie euery Sort â—me tell his Warres others his Works report â—hers his Fauors past glad-sad deplore â—en not to mourn is not to mind Him more Ah! must we liue and see so sodain dead â—e Life that late our Liues inspirited â—ke saile my Soule let 's put-into the Port â—ile HENRY liu'd 't was good to liue in sort â— let vs after sith Hee 's reft of breath â— fire of Life is now farre worse then Death â—orrow with vs doth both lie-downe and rise â—nkles our Browes withers our Cheeks Eyes â—e shun what-euer might our Griefs allay â—e wish the Night w' are weary of the Day â—ht brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade â— euen her Colour seems for Mourning made Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past Riuers of Teares are dryed-vp at last But neuer Ours Ours euer fresh shall flow We defie Comforts We 'll admit no mo Nor seek them but as Alchimy profound Seeks that which is not or which is not found Who from the Ocean Motion can recall Heat from Fire Void from Aire Order from All From Lines their Points from IRIS all her Dyes Perils from Seas from Numbers Vnities Shadowes from Bodies Angles from the Square May free our Hearts from Grief our Mindes from Caâ— He must be hart-les that is smart-les found The Soule that is not wounded with This wound Most brutish hath no humane Reason in 't There is no brest of Steel no heart of Flint But must be-mone so great a King so slain Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so tane Let vs no more name HENRYes Kings of France Death with two Kniues with one shiuer'd Lance Hath kild Three HENRY's one at Iousts in iest Th' other in 's Closet in 's Caroche the best So Three King RICHARDS Fiue Other cry Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie What worse Disastre can you haue behinde â— threaten France O Destinies vnkinde â—at greater Mischief can your Malice bring â— good a Father rest so great a King â—at will you more sith we no more can hope â— any Good that with This Ill may cope This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount â—is Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount â—s Atomie to 's Vnity vnites â—s Star returns to the first Light of Lights â—s Ray reuerts where first it light did take â— mortall wounds This Prince immortall make â—are-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings â—-well rare Prince for All-kinde Managings â—â—-well Great HENRY Heav'ns Natures Gem â—e-well bright Star of Kings Glories great Beam â—e-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde â—-well false Hope Fortune Court vnkinde â—eer lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome â—ME writes in Gold These Lines vpon thy Toomb â—is Prince vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage â—y Sur-nam'd the Great the Good the Wise â—ror of Future Miracle of Fore-Age â—hort Mis-hap for-euer Happifies FINIS S t. LEWIS the KING OR A Lamp of Grace lighting THE GREAT in the right vvay To GLORIE Translated Dedicated As a New-yeeres-Gift TO The High-Hopefull Prince CHARLES Heire Apparant of Great-Britan's Kingdomes The Hopes of Christendom By IOSVAH SYLVESTER 1615. TO My Gracious Lord THE PRINCE NOT that yo r Highnes needs My mean Direction Hauing within a Princely spirit for Guide Without your Parent round about beside Precepts Patterns of diuine Perfection â—esume I Thus to bring in dim Reflexion This forain LAMP admired far wide But as An humble Gift This New-Years-Tide To intimate my Faith and my Affection â—r gracious hand Thus binds my gratefull heart To Offer Heavn my Vowes You my Verse For that Deliuerance You haue daignd in part â—ny poore Hopes wrackt in your Brothers Herse You haue begun Vouchsafe me Sacred Powers You may go-on make Me wholely Yours In Effect as In Affection To yo r Highnes seruice humbly deuoted Iosuah Syluester A HYMNE of S t. LEWIS The ninth of that Name King of France OF all the KINGS admired ouer All Whose Prudence swayd This Crown Imperiall â—â—ose Prowesse most our Lillies Bounds inlarg'd â—ose Iustice best their Charge in Peace discharg'd â—om most the Raies of glorious Greatnes crownd â—o brightest shin'd Who was the most Renownd â—â—t magnified for Manly Conquering â—hin the World the World was th' Holy King 〈◊〉 whose chast loynes froÌ„ out whose loyall Bloud Heröick Stems of Royall BOVRBONS bud â—ous S t. LEWIS Good KINGS President 〈◊〉 for his CHRIST for His Crosse him spent 〈◊〉 by his Valour so renown'd his Name 〈◊〉 all the Earth hath trembled at the same Who to free from captiue Furie fell Fields where yerst Our Captain conquerd Hell â—rageous Zeale setting his Soule on fire â—â—med FRANCE against the Asian's ire When I his Vertues read Acts so great Which Him so high among the Saints haue set And heere belowe so lasting glory wan I iudge them scarce Works of a meerly Man But of an Angel in Mans shape bedight To shew the World the Way of Vertue right Amaz'd to see among so many Sinnes As fatally the Court breeds beginnes Among so many Pleasures whose sweet Baits Intrap the wariest with their wylie Sleights A KING to curbe him so in Power supreame To vvatch him Selfe so with such care extreame As not to taste Delight of any kinde Which Reason barrs a braue and noble Minde But so vpright in VERTVES track to tred That euen in Earth a Heav'nly Life he led For neuer was there more accomplisht KING Whose royall hart had more replenishing Of Princely Vertues fit for Powerfull hand Or to be wisht in Mindes of High Commaund Nay would the Heavns their Treasures all prodâ—cinâ— All Gifts of Body of Minde conducing Mould for Mankinde a Prince or Potentate Worthy to gouern th'VNIVERSAL State â—â—ey could not giue the World We much lesse â—h One more worthy with more due Addresse â—take into his Royall hand the Helm â—ormfull Times so apt to ouer-whelm â— much the Star which rules in Birth of Kings â—en He was destin'd to These manegings â—de and propitious in His heart connext â— feare of GOD loue of IVSTICE next â—RTVES whose habit Happinesse doth nourish â—â—kes CoÌ„mon-Wealth flow The Church to flourish â—es best for Base to each illustrious State â—es mightiest KINGS calm Crowns fortunate â—seth their Subiects feare them louingly â—pes Them in Dangers euer danger-free â— the Almightie printing in their Face â—le Maiestie sweet Terror dreadfull Grace â— heaping
Hap vpon them euery-where Good feare for them Them the Euill feare â—ow many braue Marks left his noble Minde â—h'Happiness These Vertues bring Mankind â—en full of Constancie he durst maintaine â—t raigning for Him Who made him to raign â—e sacred Twinnes nigh froÌ„ the World dis-pell'd â— their Temple in His Bosom dwell'd Guided his Person gouern'd his Affaires Counsaild his Counsails qualified his Cares Steerd all his Course through all his Voyage heer As men their Ships by Card Compasse steer These making him with rarest spirits compeer In holy pride Hee euen despised heer The Kings that puft with glory of a Throne Commaunded All except themselues alone By th' one he happied his owne Soule with Rest By th' other also he his People blest By th' one becomming to him Selfe seuere He rul'd him Selfe kept his own Power in feare By th' other giuing free Course to the Law He kept his Subiects in and happy saw Through all his Kingdome Peace Plenty floweâ— In basest Grange as well as golden Bower But 12. times Sol throgh the 12. Signes had goâ— When Heauens assignd him to his Fathers Throne And to the hands of his Man-Childhood left The glorious Burthen of This Sceptres heft But as in th'Orchards at Monceaux or Blois The Gard'ners Care ouer some Graftlings choise The second yeare of their adoption there Makes them as good goodly fruits to beare Trees whose Trunk branched Top bewraies â—â—eir Months as many as the Other 's dayes â—â—rough the Heavns fauor Earths fruitfulness â—wing that God their youÌ„g first-fruits doth bless â— forward Vertue in his Pupillage â—ught forth th' effects of a mans perfect age â—prouing quite his feeble signes of youth â— prouing him inuincible in truth â—inst vaine Pleasures all their Baits condemning â—inst all Perils Death it Selfe contemning â—inst all Passions euer them resisting â—inst all Crosses constant ay-persisting â—or looke how lowe his hart in humble awe â— bow'd to GOD and bended to the Lawe â—â—gh he mounts it in Praise-worthy Pride â—ue the World Fortune and All beside â—se Vanitie with false gloss gilded o're â— Mortals most desire admire adore â—ring onely with that holy Marie â— his degree That One thing necessary â—iring solely th' holy Works wherein Almighty Workers wondrous hand is seene â—ring none but th'Euerlasting One â— louing best fearing but HIM alone Then bearing aye This Oracle imprest Within the Centre of his royall brest That A sincere true-Religious KING Feared of All needs feare at all no-Thing Where Hee whose Soule hath not This Feare in-layd Of none is feared but of All affraid Arm'd with This Breast-plate as with stronger Arâ— Then Those of old blest with inchanting Charmâ— He brau'd all Perills that his Prowesse met And His calm Spirit amid a Storme so great As would haue cast Youth in a swoune insensible Shew'd Resolution of a heart inuincible Appearing such indeed as Painters fain Great Hercules when Iuno's fell disdaign Pursuing him he Monsters quaild and killd A Man in Courage though in Age a Child Which well he proou'd to those Rebellious Peers Who making light of his then-tender yeers And measuring his in-side by his age Troubled his State with storms of Ciuill Rage Armed against him many a Tower Towne Aymed by Ambush to surprise his Crowne When He to heale by necessary Ill This Ill before th' Impostume ouer-fill â— Sword in hand their first Assault preuents â— as His Subiects brauely them conuents â—ome and cast them arm-less at his feet â—else as Foes his armed Force to meet â—n Him their true Liege if true French they be â—d in the Field to take This Offer free â—nge or Pardon of their past Mis-deeds â—all the Mischief which the same succeeds â—one his Power should press them to perforce â—ther their Duties vrged with Remorse â—eir blind Furie did the One contemne â—ther should poure Death Disgrace on them â— how the words of a braue Prince preuaile â— daring Speech did so their Courage quaile â— though the cold Ice of a prudent Feare â—not forth-with put-out their frenzie there â—id it daily from thence-forth decline â—all their Flame turn'd but to Fume in fine Those whose furie dream't a Diadem â—r Side abandon disbanding them â—ct their vaine Hopes and in season flie â—he King's Mercie for their Remedie â—ers more dreading Rigour of the Law â—er protection of the English draw Guilding their Guilt with friuolous pretences Arming their weak Cause with as weak defences Till but increasing their dishonor by 't Wanting as well good Fortune as good Right They 'r also faine to beg his Bounty royall Ill worthy Them so obstinate-Disloyall What proofs of Prowesse vvhat conteÌ„pt of dangâ— Exprest this Prince vpon the enuious Stranger On crystall Charant in Zantognian Coast When false la-March backt with a foraine Host Mustred against him from so many parts So many Groues of Lances Pikes and Darts There France and England fully bent to Fight Had both their Armies in their Order pight From Either side mount winged Clowdes amain On Either side they poure their Showers againe While siluer Charant to haue barr'd their Teene Her swelling shoulders did oppose between This Riuer makes the Reed-crownd Banks to By th'arched fauour of a Bridge there is Whose gaine or losse besides the honor boades Or barrs the Prize of Victorie by ods The English friended by a Fort at hand Which proudly did the neighbour Plaines coÌ„man◠〈◊〉 won this Passage and were passing on â—erely to end their Victory begun â—n Lewis rushing to the Bridge the first â—ells the Foe and puts him to the worst â— dead and wounded all the place he paues â— then Horatius brauer him behaues â—artens His re-haleth from the Foe â— Victorie ready with Them to goe â—ing alone as a firm Rock afront â—st alone to beare the Battailes brunt â—onely marke of many thousand Darts â—m alone still aimed from all parts â—t the last by his example prest â—inning all his Armie wonne the rest â— if his Courage shin'd in Conquering â— did his Mildnesse in the managing â—o can recount and yet who could conceale â—ustrious Vertues whose industrious zeale â— the World his honors blazed yerst â—hese mists these first clowdes were disperst â—catterd all by the bright-shining Rayes â—is new Sunne in Summer of his dayes 〈◊〉 Europ's Vmpire making Peace with Men War proclaim'd against their Vices then The glorious Works his Royall Vertues did Cannot without impietie be hid Although without diminishing their Worth My Muse alas can neuer set them forth For of all Vertues sacred Tracts least rife His Life 's a Picture limmed to the life And such a Pattern as to match again The Wish is vertuous but the Hope is vain Sith the more wondrous 't is Worthy Table To imitate 't is more inimitable So that His Worth weening to-life to limne I ouer-reach in stead of reaching Him And like bad Singers as too-bold t oo-blame Sounding His Praise rather My Selfe I
of Marks so mercie-less So impious Pride of hearts so Pitie-less Who burd'ning Subiects more then beare they câ—â— Hold neither God for God nor Man for Man But whither run I on so harsh a string Out of my Tune to tell how This good King Reprou'd bad Princes of his Time for pressing Their People cause-less with vncessant Sessing Let 's re-assume our Song our proper Theam Let 's passe-by Vice rather couering them 〈◊〉 Them recounting in eternall Story â—s returne to sing of Vertues Glory â—ow happy is the Prince who squaring right â—â—cred Lawes the limits of his Might 〈◊〉 in Well-dooing and as Iust as Wise â—ks not himselfe to raign saue Noblewise 〈◊〉 He his People heeds and hearing aye 〈◊〉 iust Complaints doth in due time repay 〈◊〉 euery Monarch with deuotion vowes â—OD Men when first his royall Browes â—er so many solemne Mysteries 〈◊〉 hopeful Subiects wishfull ioyful Cryes â—n the glad-sad sacred Diadem 〈◊〉 instantly from thence-forth puts on Him Robe of Power which those doth much mis-suit â—aue not on rare Vertues richest Suit â—ong such Kings who ay as Right directs â—re their Greatnes by their Good-effects â—y their Fortunes or their Force of hand â—ny Nations vnder their Command â—at illustrious Prince to whom we pay â—k Duties in this Hymnik Lay. â—hile at home he happy Peace inioyd â—uer suffer'd day to vanish voyd Of giuing Audience extending free Fruits of his Iustice vnto each Degree Grieuing in minde grudging at those as lost Less worthy spent although vnwilling most Perswaded sure that with what eye or eare His Peoples Case a Prince doth heed and heare With like the Lord in his extreame Affaires Will looke on Him listen to his Prayers That that same pompous glittering glorious Slauâ— Improperly calld Royall for the Brauery In proper speech by due Experience scand 'T 's an Onerous-Honor a Confin'd Command That Kings were made for Subiects not they Not They for Kings that though both Land Sâ— Adore their Greatnes Lawes Support alone Yet Princes Eares are not indeed their Owne But their own Peoples that doe humbly liue Vnder th' obedience of the Lawes They giue That to be briefe of mightiest Kings that are Labour 's the Glory and their Greatnes Care Such sound Instructions from his Cradle vs'd His vertuous Mother wisely had infus'd Which in his Princely brest digesting milde A Man he practiz'd what he learnt a Childe â—dy to heare the meanest that complaine â—erring wisely such a sacred paine â—re the pleasure of the choicest Sport â—ld be deuisd in Countrey or in Court â—nce in his People such Affection spreads â—y bless his Birth-day the ground he treads â—him their Father with Vowes amain â—uent the Altars for his long-long Raign â— that Wish the Sum of their Desire â—ained All all Prayers could require â—d to beg of Heav'ns eternall Bountie â—king Peace Riches Religion Plentié â—ll the Blessings which ASTREA's hand â—lant or poure vpon a happy Land â—at Tracts of Art What Tropes of Eloquences â—uely represent to modern Princes â— euen Envies Self shall nought controule Self-seuere Integritie of Soule â—e humble patient constant Temperance â—o Successor as yet had in France â—et els-where how-euer euery State â—et admire it none can imitate â—ROPE where euer Vice and Vertue most â—triuen for Empire best worst to boast Hath whilom seen Kings treading in the Path Of notedst Tyrants who with Threatful Wrath And all the Terrors which Man 's Cruell Rage To fright Mankinde had found in former age Restraind their Subiects froÌ„ their Deaths CoÌ„spiring Who so less-daring had the more desiring But This right generous Prince still walking fit Within the Path which Tyrants neuer hit Onely restraind all Publique Insolence By th'euen-born Raines of his own Innocence Giuing so little hold to Mal-contents Taking at sharp Reproofs so small Offence That by effect his Royall Soule did showe That in the same no liuelier Flame did glowe Then a Desire so Temperate to frame-him That all might boldly none might iustly blame â— Smooth Soothers poysoning by the Eare the â— Pernitious Weeds who Ivie-like subuert Distort destroy the Trees you climbe vpon Still feeding Vice with such Contagion That seldom Soules who with Applause approâ— Your praising them do ought Praise-worthy louâ— Vizards of Homage Vertues Pestilence Right ill-come were You to This Vertuous Pri◠〈◊〉 shunning aye Your banefull Whisperings â—â—mmon Poisoners of the publique Springs â—rr'd your presence could better brook â—ss-Fault-finder then a Fawner's look â—uch a Noble Minde remote from Vice â—g true Honor loatheth Flatteries â—â—at pleasure took He how extream Delight â— stories where many times hee might â—w him Seife amaz'd to read the things â— said of Kings which none dare say to Kings â— was he rapt how sweetly extased â— that diuine Eternall Will he read â—e with so liberall iust louing hand â—hares to His the Heav'nly-Holy-land â—at which is said of Alexander's loue â—omer's Works whose graces all approue â—well of Him for honoring the Miracles Heav'nly Author speaking in his Oracles â—h as a precious Treasure richly cas't â—ld Cedar had hee neer him plac't â—g it aye his Ioy of Exercises â— uâ— of Vertues the Curb of Vices â—â—ly his Tublik Cares lent Leasure â—nt â—t not in more contenting pleasure Then That so sacred Studie's Fruit imparts To th'healthy Taste of true God-fearing hearts And well appeared by rare rich Effects Of Vertues shining ouer all his Acts That that diuine Seed happy sowne the while Fell in no Thorny Stony Sandy Soile For if that euer Soule did Vice auoid If euer heer meer humane Spirit inioyd Prowes Pietie Prudence and Iustice mixt Without the Foil of Follies Drosse betwixt FroÌ„ proudest Wrong the poorest Right defendinâ— Disdaining Pleasures towards Vice but tending Milde to the Meek to Malapert austere To good men Bountious to the bad Seuere 'T was This braue Prince WhoÌ„ They do best reseâ— In Whom These Vertues most of all assemble Kings of his Time raigning in East and West Reuéring him for such his Greatnes blest Th' Afflicted Princes chose him for Refuge The Strong for Friend Those at Strife for Iudgâ— When they grew weary to dispute their Cause By th' old sharp Argument Kings Furie drawes When Mars vsurping milde Astréa's room In sted of Words their Swords must giue the Doâ— â—en Iniurie with Iniury repelling 〈◊〉 strength of Lawes by stronger Lawes refelling 〈◊〉 back their Own or Others Claim to barr â—y seek their Right in Might their Peace in War Such was S t. LEWIS and Such was wel-neer Own S t. EDWARD and ELIZA deer 〈◊〉 for Her Sex the Salique Law perchance â—s Her Succession to the Saints of France â—ll prime Vertues of a complete Prince â—ake a Saint-King And if euer Since â—ROPE hath seen or any kingdom know'n â—uing Shrine of Both These Saints in One â—ugh some Suspect of the smooth Soothing Crime â—e grosse Neglect of This Ingratefull Time Envie prone
Phoebus Coach-man scarce awake did seem â—ing to harness all his fiery Teem â—ing me thought i th' Ward-robe or at Waltham â—ong the Chief where Grief did so assalt 'em â—n Either side that neither Great nor Small â—d one dry Eye to see My sight withall â—e thought I sawe a White bright-shining Creature â—ust in the Forme of HONOR's wonted Feature â—proaching softly to a Sable Bed â—ere weeping Sorrow layd his sleepeless head â—d with a Voice like one deuoutly praying â—ill-softly Thus me thought I heard it saying Sweet Loue My Lord Loadstar of my Desire â—hose purest flame had only power to fire â—e Icie Forte of HONOR 's chaste Affection â—onne by thy loue but more by thy Perfection Deere Soule which draw'st by vnseen vertue so My Soule to greet thee once yet yer I go Cease cease to weep giue ouer Sighes sobbing Thine eyes of Rest thy brest of Comforts robbinâ— For though soft Water hardest Marble weares Flint-harted Death is neuer perc't with Teares Vse therefore other Arms against his Rages And of Thy loue giue more autentik Gages Whom yerst I chose among the choicest Wortâ— Of British Gallants ouer South and North For Parts and Port for mild Martiall manner In braue Deseignes to do their Country honor Who in mine eye seem'd to excell the rest And Whom my Mind esteem'd aboue the best Must not expresse His loue to Mee departed With vulgar Showes of the most-vulgar-hearted No light Me Lamps that may Thy loue becoâ— Such as may shine about aboue my Tombe To all Beholders as a holy Mirror Reducing Nobles from Ignobles Error Or as a Pharus to direct the Court From Rocks Wracks into the Happy Port For thogh my loue seek but my HAY DENNâ— My Charitie is heer-in meant to Many â—s from the Dead I come the Quick to call â—om Sinn 's deep Sleep Thee Deer first of All. Deer if thou yet hold-deer a Soule deuested â—f worldly Pomp which hath the World impested â—weet heart put-off sweet Hay now leaue Thou quick â—hat ô I left not till nigh deadly Sick â—orsake the World yer it haue Thee forsaken â—nd yer thy Youth with Ruth be ouer-taken â—egard thy Soule thy Bodie lesse respect â—ll Vanitie curbe euery fond Affect â—hereby the World still striueth to imprison â—he purest Raies of Man's diuinest Reason â—reep heer no longer with thy mortall Dust â—limbe with thy fiery Soule vp to the Iust â—xhale thee so in heau'nly things admiring â—s to the Place of thy first Birth aspiring Few are thy Dayes with many Dolors fill'd â—ith Hoping tired with Desiring kill'd â—er thou attain what thou would'st fain merry Or if thou doost anon it makes thee weary â—or what Delight that euer Earth thee lent â—ast thou aye found pleasing and permanent â—onor's faire Mask for all the Pomp Brauerie â—n golden Gyues is chaind to Silken Slauery Wealth which the World holds super-Souerain With vse doth vanish without vse is vaine And Both too often as Coat Cards may cotten Vnworthily as well are lost as gotten Few Obiects heer my Deer but subiect bee To Labour more then vnto Libertie Youth 's Health StreÌ„gth are quickly quasht or dated Pleasure Loue as soon are crost or sated Affront still driues the Weakest to the Wal The Mightiest ay are vnder Enuie's Maule A lowely Fortune is of all despised A lofty one oft of it selfe nullized In Brief Deer Soule thou seest how Certain Fate Conduces all things to their finall Date As on the Shore a rowling Billow splitteth When foaming high and roaming home it hitteth Against the keen Knees of a horned Cliff Ending his Course in an Incounter stiff Then swels another which yet higher wallowes In the same course Whom the same Fortune follows So We O Worlds-Waues as soon dead as borne With diuers Shock on the same Rock are torn This Age hath show'n great Fortun 's greedy MinioÌ„s By hook or crook aboue the Worlds Opinions â—boue their owne Hopes nay aboue well-nigh â—he clowded Aime of their insatiate Eye â—ut Now where are they Wher 's their Grace their Glorie â—otten in dust forgotten all their Storie Vnless perhaps what heer so goodly shin'd â—ent out in Snuffe and left ill sent behinde â—nd all their vaine Fume turn'd to violent Fire â—or euer burns such is Ambition's Hire Where too-too late they finde vnto their Cost â—uch Fauours so found had bin better lost Soul's sad Repenting Hearts heauie Throeing â—re surest Fruits that in the World are growing Heer 's Nothing firmer nothing frequent more Then Death Which liuing not to minde before Makes Men run headlong to the Gulf infernall â—nd for howers Ioyes to lose the Ioyes eternall â—raw'n diuersly by diuers Appetites â—fter the Humors of their vain Delights Some Apish acting euery Fashions Model â—ome Swinish wallowing in their Surfaits Puddle â—ome Goatish hanting Fillies with their Dams â—ome Woluish worrying Innocentest Lambs â—ome Currish snarling at all good mens Good â—ome Monkish hollow vnder Holy-Hood Some Brutish Monsters in all kind of Euill Some Hellish Actors Factors for the Diuell Deer tread not Thou in Errors common Track But in thy Life sure thine Election make Fear loue belieue serue sorrow sue contemple And rather walk by Precept then Exemple 'T is vtterlie to be of iudgement void 'T is wilfullie to haue ones Selfe destroyd To trust our Soule with such whose Stipulation Cannot repaire cannot repriue Damnation Who curious cares but for the things belowe Shall finde in fine that he shall Both forgoe But Hope of things aboue with due progression Is far more sure then th 'others full Possession Labour Thou therefore for the certain Gain And if thou lov'st mee higher higher strain In Holy Pride hence-forth disdaign the Creature And mouÌ„t thy Thoughts vp to the Lord of Nature Loue free thy loue from this dark Dungeon heer And hence-forth fix it in th' Empyreall cleer Whither no sooner shall thy Mind be raised But all thy Mournings will be soon appaised With other Comforts then the World affords In bitter Deeds candied in sugar Words The World it Selfe is dying and decaying The Earth more sterile Heau'nly Stars more straying The Sphears distun'd These are the last last Times Where Vertue failes where Vice preuails climes Where good Men melt away Vngodly harden How many Flowres the choise of all our Garden Of either Sex of euery Age and Rank From euery Quarter Border Bed and Bank Besides that paire of Royall Sister-buds Whose life had promisd Europe many Goods Beside That Prime-ROSE Miracle of Princes Whose Herse as yet a Sea of Tears berinses Besides that knot of Noblest HARRINGTONS Th' old Father's Honors doubling in the Sons Besides GODOLPHIN BODLEY Muses Father Rare SACKVIL's Neuil new Minerua rather Besides S t. DRVRY SIDNEY's Rutland CHEINEY Mâ—rror of Dames and other Worthies many Hath Our Great Husband lately snatched hence Before his Wrath 's approching Storm coÌ„mence Why wail'st thou then My happy Dissolution By Natures Current Heav'ns Constitution Repell thy Sorrowes and repeale to Thee All actiue Vertues Mourn no more for Mee I liued long enough sith while I liued Thou louedst me but so should I haue grieued Hadst thou appeer'd vnkinde vnto thy Wife My longer Date had bin a shorter Life I leaue thee Babes ynow A Sonne and Daughter Ynow to craue thy care and cause thee laughter Ynow for Thee ynow for Mee to beare Which oft I wisht And the Almighties Eare Who hear's his Owne and on them ay bestoweth Their owne desires or what Hee better knoweth Heard me in This and One Petition more That when Wee parted I might passe before So fare thou well Deer Heart farewell my leasure Serues now no longer for this last best pleasure Farewell deer Pheer Farewell deer Father too This is my last Will which I leaue with You. You ioynt Executors I haue ordained And for an Helpe My Mothers loue vnfained As Ouer-seer I beseech you call And for your Counsail vse our heauen'ly HALL So in the heaun's among my Ioies supernall So in my Glasse the Vision of th' Eternal If I shall see You in your Pilgrimage O! bee it happy as my Hopes presage So in our Children as their Yeers be growing May Natures Gifts Heauenly Grace be flowing One haue I heer Two haue You there below We heer haue Peace You there haue Wars we know With-out with-in the more therefore behoues-you Defence from Hence So wishes She that loues you So grant me God if it be lawfull heer â— neuer lose remembrance of my Deer â—o calmed be the Tempest of Your mourning â—or My Decease according to my warning â—o casting off this Load of Heauiness Our Loue vnceasing may Your Sorrow cease So ceast the Voice and so the Shadow vanisht The Mourners then more rauisht then astonisht â—id still still listen with a longing Eare â—or more such Musik which then missing there Me thought the Sable Curtaines back they haled And looking round were readie to haue called When instantly their Passions so abound â—hat downe they sink as they sink they swound Where-at I grieu'd to see such Friends bereft me â—tarting to help disturbed Morpheus left me â—ut as he rouz'd by chance be cast a Quill â—or present Pen to copie HONOR 's Will. HONOR'S EPITAPH Heere-vnder lyes The Wonder of her Kinde The rarest Work Of Nature of Grace A beautious TEMPLE Of a bountious Minde Where Venus Iuno Pallas had their Place Nay Heav'ns Natures Gifts singled to Manie Heer All concurr'd TO HONOR HAY DENNY