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A01851	Poems. By Robert Gomersall	Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646?; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Duke of Millan.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Levites revenge.	1633 (1633)	STC 11993; ESTC S103214	97,306	220

had injur'd her who call'd her blind Crownes the best side and providently tryes At once to prove their Conquest and her Eyes The Parallell is easie was 't not thus When Heav'n was pleas'd to be as kind to us We felt the prickles first but then our Nose Suckt in the sweeter vertue of the Rose We had successe as it were chose and pickt And what we feard to suffer did inflict When Brett and Burrowes that I speake their due Reviv'd to France Talbot and Montague O too like Montague that lost thy breath By the same fatall Engine of quicke death When the choyce valour of each rancke and fyle Made up a double Sea within the Isle Of blood and teares O give us thankes kind heav'n And adde a vertue to our Fortune giv'n But soft I heare the wise man say Commend No man nor action till you see the end Our night is not yet past or if it be T is but the dawning not the day we see And but a misty dawning we must know That yet we have not payd God what we owe And that would worse then any Madnesse be To have a joy ere a security Vnder the rodd to laugh yet we conclude Patience does please no lesse then gratitude And he that can orecome a losse nor be Too much cast downe for want of victory Is in some part victorious and can say T is blest to be a conquerour any way That we may all acknowledg his desert Who nobly gain'd a conquest of the heart Of them whose bodies he had conquer'd first To whom he then discover'd what he durst And after what his Nature was when he In the sad field had spent his Cruelty For when they offer'd to redeeme their dead Summes which another would have vanquished He freely yeelds unto the sutors breath And gives the Grave as easily as the Death Whilst they doe give O how I blush to tell A poisond knife a poison that will dwell And eate into their fame till earth be gone Till poyson have no more to worke upon Teach us our right to him but then to you What shall we give and yet what not leave due Then O kind Heav'n for this let me be pleader May we still sing your praise who led our Leader And now I hast unto my songs conclusion Israels conquest Benjamins confusion Of all that valiant number which but now Made treble numbers to their valor bow Onely sixe hundred scape away so few They were scarceable to commit anew The Crime for which they suffer'd had not Night Became their Vmpire and forbad the Fight Those few had perisht too then at the last Let future Ages learne of Ages past How vice rewards her servants Let them be Afraid at leastwise of the misery Who slight the sinne why should a beauteous face Make my soule foule and an externall grace Bereave me of my inward O despaire Shall I be bad because another's faire Hence that poore folly rather let us winne A conquest by the losse of Benjamin To know that those bely'd and stolne delights Are not of so long lasting as the Nights In which we did injoy them how the Day Takes both their darknesse and our sweets away To understand that tardy heav'n is just That Ruine is the consequent of Lust. And now O Father once more I repaire To thy great presence O thou onely Faire Who dwelling in the light that none comes neere Canst not be seene of us because too cleere To whom created beauties if compar'd Ev'n such as have the wisest eyes ensnar'd Are nothing but Deformity at best Durt somewhat better colourd then the rest Instruct my youth O teach that I may know What mischiefes lurke under a seemely show What a sweet danger woman is O thou To whom the knees that doe not love doe bow Whom all obey ev'n such as have no sense Who doe not know their owne obedience Whom all obey ev'n such as doe goe on In a perpetuall Rebellion The Spirits accurst Grant me that chastly wise I enter into Covenant with mine eyes Never to looke on Woman not to see What would perswade my soule to forsake thee To make a God of flesh But if that I Forc'd by Temptation or Necessity Must see my Ruine yet thus much O thou Whō my soule loves would more knew she how For his deare sake and worth in whom was found Onely a place no reason for a wound If I must have the sight yet I require I may at leastwise not have the desire If I must see let it be to despise So shall my heart be chast if not mine eyes FINIS A Thanksgiving for a recovery from a burning Feaver I Burne againe methinkes an holy fire Kindles my dull devotion and farre higher Raiseth my spirit then my hot disease Inflam'd my blood how with a sacred ease Feele I these flames through my glad soule to rush Like those which made a Chappell of the bush Whence God did tutor Moses would 't were found That this place too were such an holy ground Then should I boldly vent my Gratitude And being Godly not be counted Rude The Night approacht when by my paines I might Suspect it would have beene my lasting Night I had a griefe beyond a Cowards feares And such a griefe it robb'd me of my teares I was all Fire the greedy Element Left no one part unsing'd as if it meant To crosse the vulgar notions of our birth And prove that man was not compos'd of Earth That he was made of Flames that past all doubt To dye was nothing but to be put out And yet the truth of this this truth denyes Man is not made of that by which he dyes And had I dy'd thus they had beene unjust Who had pronounc'd we give dust unto dust Ashes they well might tearme me and so turne My Christian buriall to a Pagan urne Without a tedious pilgrimage to Rome If that the torment make the Martyrdome I might be Canoniz'd and sooner farre Then some whose names in the gulld Calender Burne in red letters of whom none can tell Whether they onely felt a Fire in Hell O heat O drought O am I quencht as yet Or is not this Remembrance a new fit Yet in my fiercest fit how oft I thought Whilst yet there was some moisture left which fought With my hot Enemy how durst liberall men Give us a freedome of our wills that when Ever we list we may be good and so Owe to our selves as well the Cure as Blow Who gave us this strange power can any tell Not to be Bad and yet not to be Well Can we command our sinnes so easily And faint at a poore Feaver tell me why You will consent to dye and wherefore still You plead not then a liberty of will My God cry'd I though I must needs confesse Vnto my shame that all my paines are lesse Then my demerits yet I grant as free That they exceed all possibility Of mine

limber staves does onely mocke a warre VVhich like so many reeds against a stone Punish their owne attempt with their owne ruine Breaking themselves not armors when we know The Court is lost in Maskes reality Is so farre fled since the last victory That we may thinke the Court it selfe a maske Aeternall Musicke revells without end Tire the too-much delighted souldier Whose armes have now forgot their ancient use His spirits onely active in his heeles And canst thou thinke they le dance to Italy Iul I 've heard some tell that a great City once Was built by Musicke would we might not find Our Country to be ruin'd by a dance O feare the toying of an enemy Pic. What cannot be beleev'd cannot be fear'd Iul. You le not beleeve not you till the French swords Dive to the bottome of your doubting heart Till that th' unkinder newes is brought so neere You cannot have the power to beleeve it Ent. Sansever with sould Can you beleeve this is a drum that beates That this is the couragious Generall Can you beleeve that he beleevs 't is true Pic. But who assists us in this dreadfull time Iul. As many as we have deserv'd not one Sforza has too much wisedome to have friends Pic. And we have too much I said nothing did I I did not speake against the State I hope Nor said that we had too much patience Iul. Is Picinino then ore come at last Now I could change my sorrow for a smile Pic. I must confesse an anger though not griefe O how I love to fit me to mischance And whē that has no reason thē I 'me mad Why should our Millan blood staine the French swords Vnto a glory Sforza does offend Deny's the heav'nly pow'rs or names them then When he does dare them with bold perjury Loades his blacke soule with murther of a man That could have made his execution justice This Sforza does but what is this to me Why shall this throat be cut for his why thine Why shall our Countryes ruine fill his penance The heav'ns doe know no meane but either wast Their benefits on dull ingratitude Or throw away their thunder so it hit So it not faile they care not whom it strike Whether the guilty or the innocent Iul. This is a griefe of higher fault then mine You make a warre with them you should appease And vrge the heav'ns to our calamities First we were punisht with and now for Sforza Could any justice have more method in 't Pic. Well Iulian I 'm sorry for my griefe And so perswade thee to that holy truth I now could rave against my selfe not heav'n But t is as fruitlesse as to wish good lucke Then let the French presse upon victory Let them amaze the Ayre with stranger fire Rais'd by our Cities flaming Funeralls Swell they the Poe with blood act o'r what ere Has beene the brag of royall murtherers Yet our defence is here Fortune may faile But our true soules shall never we may lose An aged life but not Aeternity And with this strength the field must needs be ours Who doe not feare doe beate the Conquerors Scena quarta Sforza Ascanio A Guard Sf. WHat noyse is this that from a forraign foe Recalls our anger yet our purer hands Know not the dy of blood we should be loath To learne a valour on our subjects first 1 Nunc. The people now have rav'd to quietnesse But till that Landriano whom you us'd About the last taxation was become Their rages sacrifice I durst have sworne The French were in the City 2 Nun. This sad houre I 'me sorry that you heare this truth from me Your Duchesse is departed Sf. VVhither villaine 2 Nun. To that free Crown where she shall feare no French To Heav'n Sf. O envious heav'n why doe you give Men such hard precepts of mortality And take them hence before that they can learne Must not she live because she liv'd too well Alas my wife Asc. Alas my sister ô Sf. VVho dar'd that groane good Cardinall no more I know not what I could deny to thee Take to thee all for what the French so toyle But kindly leave my griefe unto my selfe 3 Nun. Pardon my Lord ill Fortunes eloquence Vnlesse you heare you cannot cure your harmes The French now enter'd Lombardy sat downe Before Valenza where the mouth of Death The thundring Canon being scarcely brought But just presented to the yet sound wall Discovered there was some what more unsound For Rattagnino the false Governour Entreats a Parly gives away the strength Sweares the towne French and gives the key to them VVith which they open Lombardy Sf. My fact None can be guilty of this crime but I That after Treason durst againe trust treason This very man whose easie heart relents At a French death and wisely is afraid His manners might be call'd in question If he should put them off to sue againe To aske the second time for what he held Out of his zeale to vertue and good lucke Did the like act for us gave a strength Ent Mal. wounded which al our Duchy never could have forc't VVhat more revolting yet Mal. O my good Lood I feare this is beyond Addition O my blood failes me but my tongue does more Fearing the story that it must relate Your Army being parted and this halfe Cajazzo leading that Sanseverin My troops did fall amongst the French mens scouts From whom we learn't their numbers intents To march with speed for Millan this sad newes VVe sent to Count Cajazzo with advice That he would instantly rejoyne with us To stop their further entrance he pretends That the Venetians hemming in his campe Have made his danger greater yet he moves Makes to the river and when now our thoughts Had left their wav'ring and did seeme assur'd His actions would be better then his words I saw O misery that ere I saw That crossing o'r the Po he did embrace Those men which he in duty should have kill'd O t is this kils me not my want of blood I in just anger set upon the Reare And after many vaine attempts have brought My carkasse to intreat for my revenge Sf. This is conspiracy Cajazzo false Tell me that contradictions then are true Tell me the heav'ns no more doe travell now Being growne inconstant to their motion Or that the Earth pursie with too long ease Would with a walke at length refresh her selfe Tell me that Princes may be fortunate Those that like me are credulous or if You 'd speake of things more hard to be beleev'd Tell me there are that birth of feare call'd Gods And if they be that they doe thinke of Man Tell me O prethee tell me somewhat else Or I shall thinke thee false and not Cajazzo But I do know thee true know thy wounds true And must conclude Cajazzo is most fals Ent. San. Sans. To be o'recome my Lord is wretched chance But not to fight at all will be thought crime