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Doomes-Day, or, the great day of the Lords iudgement. By Sr. William Alexander Knight
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Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640.
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1614
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A ♡ DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORDS IVDGEMENT BY Sr. WILLIAM ALEXANDER KNIGHT AH Printed by ANDRO HART and are to be solde at his shop on the North-side of the high Street a litle beneath the Crosse ANNO DOM 1614 TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE ROBERT Viscount Rochester Knight of the most noble order of the Garter and one of his Majesties most honourable priuy Councell THAT the World may haue some publicke testimonie of that priuat loue which your Vertues long since had begotten with my thoughts my Lord this is a small sparke flowne from a great Flame towardes you whose glory is that you onely of all the subjects of this Isle haue the Altar of your honour adorned with offrings from both the Nations in this kind as if your Worth were the Center where both our affections should meete making an vnion in minds a course both worthy of the credite of your place and of your estimation with the world Who more great with Augustus then Mecoenas none so great with the Muses This subject may be thought by some of too melancholicke a Nature for your youth and state but yet is vnnecessarie for neither it may serue for that Macedonians Page who vsed euery Morning to call to him PHILIP thou must die though not so importunatly vrging yet when looked on it is a dumbe remembrer both of death judgement of all what was in the World of what is likely to be when it ends But long may you liue your Fortune still striuing to equall your Worth your Worth to exceed your Fortune and the World to admire both both being ripe before your yeares This for the present is but like vnripe fruits an imperfect piece wrested from a mind many wayes distracted involued in doubtfull designes the successe of some whereof I hope hereafter hauing purchased me fame from the World who for that effect will leaue no way of worth within the compasse of my power vnattempted may make me the more able to communicat it with another for none can giue what he hath not himselfe alwayes I purpose when my mind is more calme to end this Worke but neuer that desire which I haue To serue your Honour S. WILLIAM ALEXANDER To. Sr. W. A. LIKE Sophocles the hearers in a trance With Crimson Cothurne on a stately Stage If thou march forth where all with pompe doth glance To moue the Monarches of the Worlds first Age Or if like Phoebus thou thy Selfe aduance All bright with sacred Flames known by Heauēs Badge To make a Day of Dayes which scornes the Rage Whilst when they end it what should come doth Scance Thy Phoenix-Muse still wing'd with VVonders flies Praise of our Brookes Staine to old Pindus Springs And who thee follow would scarce with their Eyes Can reach the Spheare where thou most sweetlie sings Though string'd with Starres Heauēs Orpheus Harpe enrolle More worthy Thine to blaze about the Pole WILLIAM DRVMMOND A DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF the Lordes Iudgement The first Houre THE ARGVMENT GOD by his workes demonstratiuely prou'd His Prouidence impugning Atheisme vrg'd The Deuills from Heauen from EDEN Man remou'd Of guiltie Guestes the World by water purg'd Who never sinn'd to die for Sinne behou'd Those who him scourg'd in Gods great wrath are scourg'd Some temporall Plagues and feareful Iudgements past Are cited bere as Figures of the last 1 THou of whose Power not reach'd by Reasōs hight The Sea a Drop we Earth a Mote may call And for whose Trophees stately to the sight The Azure Arke was rear'd although too small And from the Lamp of whose most glorious light The Sunne a sparke weake for weake eyes did fall Breath thou a heauenly Furie in my brest I sing the SABBOTH of eternall rest 2 Though All in all defin'd by nought confin'd O thou whose Feet the Cloudes for Dust afford Whose Voyce the Thunder and whose Breath the Wind Whose Foot-stoole Earth Seate Heauen Workes of thy Word Guards Hostes of Angels mouing by thy Mind Whose Weapons Famin Tempest Pest and Sword My cloudy Knowledge by thy Wisdome cleare And by my Weaknesse make thy Power appeare 3 Loe rauish'd LORD with pleasure of thy Loue I feele my Soule enflam'd with sacred Fires Thy Iudgements and thy Mercies whilst I moue To publish to the World my Spirit aspires LORD by thy Helpe this Enterprise approue That the Successe may second my Desires Make Sathans race to tremble at my liues And Thine rejoyce while as thy Glory shines 4 Yee blinded Soules who euen in Frailtie trust By moments Pleasures earning endlesse Paine Whilst charg'd with liuing Chaines vile Slaues to Lust Of Earth and earthly till en-earthd againe Heare hold and weigh my Words for once yee must The strange Effects of what I tell sustaine I go to Sing or Thunder in your Eares A Heauen of comfort or a Hell of feares 5 All my transported Thoughts at randone flie As stray'd to search that which they can not find Whilst silent Wondring makes a settled Eye A huge Amazement clouded hath my Mind How some dare scorne as if a fabulous Lie That Those should rise whom Death hath once declin'd And like to Beastes a beastly Life they leade Who nought attend saue Death when they are dead 6 But yet what I admir'd not strange doth seeme When as I heare O Heauens that such should breath That there be Men if Men we may esteeme Tronkes which are voyde of Soules Soules voyde of Faith Who all this World the Worke of Fortune deeme Not hoping Mercy nor not fearing Wraith There is no GOD Fooles in their Harts do say Yet make their Harts their Gods and them obey 7 The glassie Heauens which Glory doth array Are Mirrours of GODS admirable Might There whence forth spreads the Night forth springs the Day He fixt the Fountaines of this temporall light Where stately Starres enstall'd some stand some stray All sparkes of his great Power though small yet bright By what none vtter can no not conceaue All of GODS Glory Shaddowes may perceaue 8 What glorious Lights through crystall Lanternes glance As alwayes burning with their Makers loue Spheares keep one Musicke they one Measure dance Like Influence below like Course aboue And all by Order led not drawne by Chance With Majestie as still in Triumph moue And prodigall of light seeme showting thus Looke vp all Soules and gaze on GOD through vs. 9 This pondrous Masse though oft deform'd still faire Great in our sight yet then a Starre more small Is ballanc'd as a Mote amidst the Aire None knowes how hung yet to no side doth fall And yearely springs growes ripe fades falls rich bare Mens Mother first still Mistresse yet their Thrall It centers Heauens Heauens compasse it both breed Bookes where of GOD the gnorant may reed 10 What ebbes flowes swells and sinkes who constant keepes Which from the Earth burstes in aboundance out As she her Brood would wash or for them weepes
Mountaines moue As Townes for Trafficke Palaces for Ease And of all Sorts did furnish forth a Band As if to People not to winne a Land 68 To braue the Heauens whilst Giants would assay The LORD their Power would wonderfully bounds One litle Barke their Nauie did dismay The mightie Man a VVoman did confound All Elements did arme their Course to stay That VVicked Men might not pollute our Ground For Pride disdain'd for Crueltie abhorr'd Spaine beg'd a Slaue where looking to be Lord 69 O happie those for whom the Heauens will fight Of Angels Armies campe about them still VVhilst Haile and Thunder from Heauens Store-house light Rush armed VVinters forth sterne Tempests kill The stormie VVinds conjur'd in Time charge right As traind in VVarre to spend their Power with Skill Still to the Author Mischiefe doth returne And in the Fires they make the VVicked burne 70 The tumid State a Number doth afford VVho only there could quensh ambitions Fire And Auarice with many hath it stor'd VVho only there could bound their waste Desire Though of the VVealth of diuerse Lands made Lord Who by no Meanes Contentment could acquire Till like themselues still taking fill'd with Nought The Sea and Hell them to Aboundance brought 71 What fearfull thoughts their quaking Stomacks fling When with each Waue a Wound Death seemes to giue That so to charge do for a vantage striue Saue Lightnings whyles some suddaine glances bring Clouds masking Heauen ouer all do darknesse driue That whilst they nothing see and too much heare Falne on the Depths Hells Shaddow doth appeare 72 Some scap'd such Stormes whilst they secure remaine Whose cruell Couetice to render vaine They yield as faint till Foes toward them repaire Then Powder kindled by a lingering traine They all at once are thundred through the Aire In Water burn'd weake thralls kill Victors strong And suffring act reuenge preuenting wrong 73 Thus by the Sea a number is bewray'd Whose dying Eyes a friend did neuer close Not in their Fathers no in no tombe layde Which had when dead no part where to repose But are by Waues to euery Rocke betray'd Till this last Day do of all Flesh dispose Which as would seeme most readie those may find Whom Earth not burdens Wynding-sheets not bind 74 The Face of Earth like those a number yeelds Who for last lodgings could not get a Graue Yet where they fell as hauing wonne the Fields Them dead a tyme from all who liu'd did reaue Thrown in the Dust drawne from their bloodie Shields Whilst naked there they what they clad did saue Till Beasts with some did runne with some Fowles flie As Bodies first Bones bare at last did lie 75 The Bloud of some did staine that golden age To stryke with Iron ere malice did inuent On Ruines Altar offring vp to rage Wrath wants not Weapons when for mischiefe bent Then Indignation Mortalls did asswage With Stones sharpe Stings and what by force was rent From gored Bellies Puddings did gush out And Heads with Braines were compassed about 76 But when Man spud whilst venging wrong by chance That Life was lodg'd in such a fortresse fraile To Court Vaine-Glory which to fooles did glance Some as for Sport their Neighbours did assaile Then last their State of purpose to aduance Stray'd Valour would by violence preuaile All Armies first were by Ambition led Till Auarice a greater furie bred 77 Who first from Death by Deeds redeem'd their Names And eminent magnanimously grew Their fancies frying in ambitions Flames They onely Praise not Profit did pursue And as for Glory who contend in games Sought others to exceed not to subdue Such Scythia one another Egypt gaue From conguer'd Lands who did but Honour craue 78 Those Weapons first were fond which pierc'd or brus'd Ere dreadfull Cyclops made their Hammers reele Of Mars chiefe Minions Sword and Lance were vs'd Ere Men did marche as Statues all of Steele What furie in proud Mindes this rage insus'd That they would suffer to make others feele And striue to further ere to hinder ill Then saue themselues more bent their Mates to kill 79 What Mountaines were of murthred Bodies made Which till falne dust the dust did not receaue Of Ashur Persia Greeks and Romanes dead Who whilst that they more Earth them Earth would haue Whilst of the World each striuing to be Head Those Members main'd which it to rule did craue Then though all Lands one onely did adore As pent in too strict bounds whilst one sought more 80 Of Bones vnburied what huge Heapes were rear'd By Teutons Cimbers Gaules great by doing harmes By Vandalls Allam Hunnes and Gothes long fear'd Danes Longobards and Sarazens in swarmes For which long tyme those Fields could not be ear'd Where they to death had offred vp their Armes Whilst where to lieu to winne more Lands being set Where they might die they onely Land could get 81 Then Nature strong as in her perfite Age As Bees their Swarmes Lands Colonies sent forth Which forc'd by wants else moou'd by generous Rage In Tempests huge inunded from the North Else that high Hopes dream'd Richesse might asswage They sought the South as held of greatest worth To what it pleas'd whilst Power a right did clame Oft with their Dwellers Countries chang'd the Name 82 That Heathnish Hoste by Juda so abhorr'd Whose Captaines railing Vengeance to contriue A godly King did spread before the Lord Whose Wrong his Soule did most of peace depriue Till that an Angell with iust Wrath being stor'd Did kill of thousands thryse threescore and fiue Those who blaspheming GOD by him were slaine Must ryse with feare to looke on GOD againe 83 Thence thousands ryse with Strangers or their own Where still to Broyles the Grecians were inclind Where all the VVorld at Fortunes Dyce was thrown Twixt Syr and Sonne in Law not loue combind By Vertues Clients fall which Fields were known Of all who onely the Scates good design'd None Vertue should adore all reuerence must Men should delight in it not in it trust 84 Thence neuer buried many Bodie springs Where of all Lands oft Armies did contend Slaue by the Senat Emperours or Kings But most by Him who did to Carthage send Reft from Romes Nobles Bushels full of Rings And by Barbarians Lord s of all in end Thus Italie all Nations did obey And to all Nations was expos'd a prey 85 That Field yeelds thousands where VVrong squaring Right For famous Captains twyse a fatall Stage Great Pompey did with Mithridates fight And Tamberlane the Terrour of that age On lightning Bajazet did thundring light Tam'd for a Foot-stoole in an Iron Cage Thus that great Monarch was made worse then thrall Pryde hated stands and doth vnpitied fall 86 All then must marche at this last Trumpets sound Who Fields entomb'd damn'd Floods and Ditches fill'd Whilst Ottoman to make his Crescent round Blood as but Water prodigallie spill'd His Bassaes dash'd ryse groning from the Ground Which oft by