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A16564	Recreations vvith the Muses. By William Earle of Sterline	Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Monarchick tragedies.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Doomes-day.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Paraenesis to the Prince.	1637 (1637)	STC 347; ESTC S106640	194,215	266

action would not bedelay'd Least time make him to doubt and us to feare Exeant Chorus TIme through Ioves judgement just Huge alterations brings Those are but fooles who trust In transitory things Whose tailes be are mortall stings Which in the end will wound And let none thinke it strange Though all things earthly change In this inferiour round What is from ruine free The Elements which be At variance as we see Each th' other doth confound The Earth and Ayre make warre The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate All those through cold and heat Through drought and moisture ja●re What wonder though men change and fade Who of those changing Elements are made How dare vaine worldlings vannt Of fortunes goods not lasting Evils which our wits enchant Expos'd to losse and wasting Loe we to death are hasting Whil'st we those things discusse All things from their beginning Still to an end are running Heaven hath ordain'd it thus We heare how it doth thunder We see th' earth burst asunder And yet we never ponder What this imports to us These fearefull signs 〈◊〉 prove That th' angry pow'r● above Are mov'd to indignation Against this wretched nation Which they no longer love What are we but a passe of breath Who live assur'd of nothing but of death Who was so happy yet As never had some crosse Though on a Throne he sit And is not ut'd with losse Yet fortune once will tosse Him when that least he would If one had all at once Hydaspes precious stones And yellow Tagus gold The Orientall treasure And every earthly pleasure Even in the greatest measure It should not smake him bold For while he lives secure His state is most unsure When it doth least appeare Some heavy plague drawes neare Destruction to procure Worlds glory is but like a flowre Which both is bloom'd and blasted in an houre In what we most repose We finde our comfort light The thing we soonest lose That 's pretious in our sight For honour riches might Our lives in pawne we lay Yet all like flying shadowes Or flowers enamelling meadowes Doe vanish and decay Long time we toile to finde Those Idols the minde Which had we cannot binde To bide with us one day Then why should we presume On treasures that consume Difficult to obtaine Difficult to retaine A dreame a breath a fume Which vexe them most that them possesse Who starve with store and famish with excesse Act 4. Scene 1. Darius Tiriotes AH must I poyson now my Princes eares With newes the worst that ever burden'd fame Had I as many tongues as I have teares All would not serve my sorrowes to proclaime Dar. Great signes of griefe I in thy face discerne And spare not to report this heavie crosse To one I feare whom it doth most concerne Is' t death disgrace destruction treason losse Tell on the summe of horrour at the first With no ambiguous words my paine prolong A wretch for comfort craves to know the worst And I have learn'd to be unhappy long What least I speake and yet suspect too much Art thou the Trumpet to proclaime my scorne Which must wound me but ah no torment such As this to her who that disgrace hath borne Tir. She was not wrong'd as you have wrong conceiv'd The Gods from harme did study to preserve her She from your foe such favour hath receiv'd As from her Subjects who were bound to serve her But what a volly doth my voyce prepare Of woes to charge your cares woes full of dread Would God ere I my message can declare That I may dye in saying she is dead And was it not enough poore wretch alas That I beheld her dye and would have dy'd But that I must arm'd with sad tidings passe To wound all them who heare what I have spy'd See how he stands mov'd with those words of mine As if by griefe arrested unto death Dar. Yet doth the Sunne on my affliction shine And cleare the ayre though tainted by my breath And can I live and looke them in the face Who have my o'rethrow shamefull o'rethrow seene And how I vanquish'd vanquish'd with disgrace Did lose at once my Kingdome and my Queene Heaven bruise me all to powder with thy thunder That I no more may in the world remaine The object of thy wrath and fortunes wonder Spoil'd of all hope yet kept for greater paine Ah art thou dead and doe I live behinde thee Thy faulty husband think'st thou so to flye If it be thin then know I where to finde thee This onely grieves me that too late I dye O Alexander what such hainous ill Have I done thee that thou requit'st me thus Whom of thy friends or kindred did I kill This cruelty comes undeserv'd of us Though justly thou intended had this warre Mars from his rage made women alwaies free This tyranny shall all thy Trophees marre And still to thy reproch reported be Tir. Thus of that Prince you without cause esteem I know her death him grievously displeas'd A woodrous thing which few or none would deeme He wail'd it long and could not be appeas'd Even as my Soveraigne now then did he smart And when he came to calme your mothers griefe As acting not his owne but even your part He seem'd to need and not to give reliefe Dar. If any sparkes of that respect remaine Which much with thee should duely weigh'd import I pray thee Tiriotes now be plaine Or else strange torments shall the truth extort I loath to let this question scape my mouth Which both I blush to crave and long to know And can it be that this transported youth Not urg'd to have that which I onely owe Could this fierce Prince even in his flaming age Have such a beauty purchas'd by his toiles And yet not seeke forc'd by affections rage Her honours ruine and my pleasures spoiles Speake frankely now and tell what fatall shelfe Hath crush'd my treasures Barke and me defac'd The feare of ill is worse then ill it selfe They twise doe dye who dye and dye disgrac'd Tir. Let not those love-bred feares abuse your thought By all the world no fable I contrive If partially I speake or lye in ought Earth open wide and swallow me alive He whom your grace so wrongfully suspects Hath not in any sort your Queene abus'd But as his sister still in all respects As chastly and as honourably us'd When angry Iove subverted had our state And view'd our thundred troupes disordered flight Light fortune then who flattered us of late Did make our state a mirrour of her might For having found a Crowne foil'd on the ground Dar. O endlesse shame which never can be cur'd Tir. We straight imagin'd that some cruell wound Had kill'd our Lord and wail'd it as assur'd Dar. Would God I then had dy'd as I desir'd To have prevented those ensuing barmes Whil'st ere my hohour and my hap expir'd A Crowne my head a Queene enrich'd my armes Tir.

great And did such monstrous cruelties commit In plaguing Philip and his Queene of late Loe now brought low to taste the like estate Must take such entertainment as she gave And yet good reason that it should be so Such measure as we give we must receive Whil'st on a Throne she proudly earst did sit And with disdainefull eyes look'd on her foe As onely vanquish'd by her pow'r and wit She did not weigh what doth proceed from fate O O! th'Immortals which command above Of every state in hand the Rudder have And as they like can make us stay or go The griefe of others should us greatly move As those who sometime may like Fortune prove But as experience with rare proofes hath showne To look on others we have Linx his eyes Whil'st we would have their imperfections knowne Yet like blinde Moles can never marke our owne Such clouds of selfe-regard do dimme our sight Why should we be puff'd up when foes do fall Since what to day doth on another light The same to morrow may our state surprise Those that on this inconstant constant Ball Do live environ'd with th' all-circling skies Have many meanes whereby to be o're-throwne And why should dying worldlings swolne with wrath So tyrannize o're an afflicted wight Since miseries are common unto all Let none be proud who draw a doubtfull breath Good hap attends but few unto their death Act. 5. Scene 1. Aristotle Phocion LOg have I us'd that light which cleares my minde On Natures labours curiously to look And of all creatures finding out the kinde Have read strange wonders in the worlds great book I mark her course by contraries maintain'd Whose harmony doth most subsist by strife And of all creatures in the same contain'd How various is the mystery of life But as all things are subject unto change Which partners are of th' elementall pow'rs So roll'd about with revolutions strange The state of man rests constant scarce for houres Loe what doth fame more frequently report Then sudden risings and more sudden falls I thinke the world is but a Tenis-court Where Fortune doth play States tosse men for Balls Pho. And never any age show'd more then this The wavering state of soule-ennobled wights Who soare too high to catch an aiery blisse Whil'st lowest falls attend the highest flights That matchlesse Monarch who was borne it seem'd To shew how high mortality attaines Hath not from death th'adored flesh redeem'd But paine hath made an end of all his paines And those brave bands which furnish'd Fame with breath Whil'st all the world their valorous deeds did spie Rest now confounded since their Soveraignes death Like Polyphemus having lost his eye And they are like that teeth-ingendred brood Which took their life out of a Monster dead Whil'st each of them would drinke the others bloud Since that great Dragons death who was their head Ar. So change all things which subject are to sight Disorder order breeds and order it Next light comes darknesse and next darknesse light This never-changing change transcends our wit Thus health and sicknesse poverty and state Dishonour honour life and death with doubt Still inter-changing what a true deceit All link'd together slide by turnes about To worldly states the heavens a height appoint Where when they once arrive they must descend And all perfections have a fatall point At which Excellency it selfe must end But as all those who walke on th' earth are cross'd With alterations happ'ning oft and strange The greatest States with greatest stormes are toss'd And sought of many must make many a change Nor speake I this by speculation mov'd As gathering credit out of ancient scroules No I have liv'd at Court and oft have prov'd Nothing below more vex'd then great mens Soules The Tyrant honours thralls while as they mone Their plaints to vulgar eares loath to impart They all the weight of woes must beare alone Where others of their griefe lend friends apart Their verie rising o're us to the height Which seemes their best is worst for being Lords They never know the truth that comes to light When franke society speakes naked words Whilst sadnesse oft seemes Majestie Time tels How deare they buy their pompe with losse of rest Some but three furies faine in all the hels There are three thousand in one great mans brest Phoc. I thinke all Monarchies are like the Moone Which now eclips'd now under cloud now cleare Growes by degrees and is when full undone Yet Aeson-like renew'd doth re-appeare For loe they first but small beginne to shine And when they once their Spherick forme obtaine Doe coldly languish and till chang'd decline Yet falne in other realmes doe rise againe Assyria once made many nations bow Then next all power was in the Persians hand And Macedonians last grown Monarchs now Amongst themselves divided cannot stand Ar. A secret fate alternatly all things Doth in this circle circularly leade Still generation from corruption springs That some may live of force some must be dead Each Element anothers strength devours Th' aire to the fire succumbes the fire to raine The waters strive to drowne the Earth with showres Which it by vapours vomits out againe Thus w●th a Gordian knot together bound All things are made un-made and made againe Whilst ruine founds perfection doth confound Free from some change no State can long remaine But what in th' earth more dangerously stands Then Soveraignty though r●ted at such worth Which like the stormy Gods tumultuous bands Doth flie from th' East to West from South to North Phoc. A long experience now makes this not strange That mighty States whose reines one only leades Be oft distracted and constrain'd to change As too great bodies for so little heads Since every common-wealth where all mens wits Doe joyne in one to breed the publike ease Hath many fevers and pestiferous fits Which physick oft oft poison must appease For ah the multitude more rash then wise A Hydra-headed beast which humor blindes Doth passionately praise or else despise As some prepost'rous fancies move their minds From vice and vertue oft like danger flowes Whilst th' one breeds envie and the other hate As jealousie or emulation growes Those oft are crush'd who doe support a state Ar. Whilst some their betters others equals scorne The popular authority decayes And when it dies the Monarchie is borne Whose violence disorders fury staies The raines of state it with most ease doth swaie Of power as joyn'd in one the strongest kind Still whilst it humbly high doth bold a way Twixt tyrannie and too remisse a minde But though States rul'd by one may flourish long Whilst one can well command and all obey Whilst guerdon goodnesse vengeance followes wrong That vertue cherish'd vice is made decay Yet if nought else Time doth great States orecome And all are bounded by some fatall houre What mis-adventures many wayes may come To dissipate the most united pow'r O! huge mishaps a Monarchie may marre

who look most milde Impiety sometime appeares devout And that the world the more may be beguil'd Even vice can cloath it selfe with vertues cote Though it would seem all hatred now laid downe They on your favour onely should depend Yet no respect can counterpoise a Crowne Ambition hath no bounds nor Greed no end Mov'd by vindictive hate or emulous pride Since some your person some your place pursue All threatned dangers to prevent provide And use for safety what to State is due Caes No armour is that can hold treason out Cal. To fright your foes with bands be back'd about Caes So dastard tyrants strive themselves to beare Cal. It better is to give then to take feare Caes No guard more strong then is the peoples love Cal. But nought in th' earth doth more inconstant prove Caes Guards shewing feare to charge me men might tempt Cal. Guards would put them from hope you from contempt Caes My brest from terrour hath been alwaies cleare Cal. When one least feares oft danger lurks most neare Caes I rather dye then feare at last life goes Cal. Yet death must grieve when forc'd by vaunting foes Caes I will not crosse my present pleasures so By apprehending what may chance to come This world affords but too much cause for woe And sorrowes still must harbour'd be by some By joyes in time we must embrace reliefe That when they end we in some measure may By their remembrance mitigate the griefe Which still attends all those on th' earth that stay I thinke the Senate is assembled now And for my comming doth begin to gaze Let me condignely once adorne my brow And feast mine eares by drinking in due praise Cal. Stay stay deare Lord retire thy steps againe And spare a space to prorogate whole yeares Let not this ominous day begin thy raigne WHich fatall and unfortunate appeares An Astrologian through the world renown'd Thy horoscopes just calculation layes And doth affirme as he by signes hath found That Marches Ides doe bragge to bound thy dayes Walke not abroad where harmes may be receiv'd By great necessity since no way forc'd For though his judgement may be farre deceiv'd In things that touch thy life suspect the worst Caes Whilst I reform'd the Calendar by fits Which did confound the order of the yeare I waded through the depths of all their wits Who of the starres the mysteries would cleare Those pregnant sprites who walke betwixt the Poles And lodge at all the Zodiackes severall signes Doe reade strange wonders wrapt in th' azure scroules Of which our deeds are words our lives are lines By speculation of superiour pow'rs Some Natures secrets curious are to know As how celestiall bodies rule o're ours And what their influence doth worke below Yea they sometime may brave conjectures make Of those whose parts they by their birth doe prove Since naturally all inclination take From Planets then predominant above And yet no certainty can so be had Some vertuously against their Starres have striv'd As Socrates who grew though borne but bad The most accomplish'd man that ever liv'd But of the houre ordain'd to close our lights No earth-clog'd soule can to the knowledge come For O! the destinies farre from our sights In clouds of darknesse have involv'd our doome And some but onely guesse at great mens falls By bearded Comets and prodigious Starres Whose sight-distracting shape the world appalls As still denouncing terrour death or warres The time uncertaine is of certaine death And that fantasticke man farre past his bounds With doubt and reverence they should manage breath Who will divine upon conjectur'd grounds Cal. But this all day hath prey'd upon my heart And from the same of cares a tribute claim'd Doe not despise that which I must impart Though but a dreame and by a woman dream'd I thought alas the thought yet wounds my breast Then whilst we both as those whom Morpheus weds Lay softly buried with a pleasant rest I in thy bosome thou within the beds Then from my soule strange terrours did with-draw Th' expected peace by apprehended harmes For I imagin'd no no doubt I saw And did embrace thee bloudy in mine armes Thus whilst my soule by sorrowes was surcharg'd Of which huge weight it yet some burden beares I big with griefe two Elements enlarg'd Th' ayre with my sighes the water with my teares Caes That which I heard with thy report accords Whilst thou all seem'd dissolv'd in griefe at once A heavy murmuring made with mangled words Was interrupted oft by tragicke grones The memory but not the judgement frames Those raving fancies which disturbe the braine Whilst night dissolves all dayes designes in dreames The senses sleeping soules would stirre in vaine From superstitious feares this care proceeds Which still would watch o're that which thou dost love And in thy minde thus melancholy breeds Which doth those strange imaginations move Cal. Ah in so light account leave off to hold Those fatall warnings which our mindes should leade To search darke matters till we may unfold What dangers huge doe hang above thy head With sacred Garlands he who things divines By th' intrails of the consecrated beast Doth in the offring see sinistrous signes And I entreat thee doe not hence make haste Caes When I in Spaine against yong Pompey went Thus the diviner threatned me before Yet did I prosecute my first intent Which with new lawrels did my browes decore Cal. And yet you hardly there as I doe heare From danger farre engag'd redeem●d your life But tokens now more monstrous doe appeare And I suspect farre worse then open strife Caes Lest I too much seeme wedded to my will As others counsels scorning to allow With jealous eyes I 'le search about me still And even mistrust my selfe to trust thee now Yet if I stay the Senators deceiv'd May my beginning straight begin to hate So might I perish seeking to be sav'd By flying it some fall upon their fate But here one comes who can resolve me much With whom I use to weigh affaires of weight Whence com'st thou Decius that thy haste is such Is ought occurr'd that craves our knowledge straight Dec. I come to tell you how the Senate stayes Till that your presence blesse their longing fight And to conclude what is propos'd delayes Since your applause can onely make it right They your contentment to procure intend And all their thoughts seeme at one object bent Save that amongst themselves they doe contend Who you to please shall rarest wayes invent Caes Then that no treasure to my soule more deare Which to enjoy from hence I long to part But yet I know not what arrests me here And makes my feet rebellious to my heart From thee deare friend I never doe conceale The weightiest secrets that concerne me most And at this time I likewise must reveale How ●●avens by signes me with destruction boast To superstition though not earst inclin'd My wife by dreames doth now