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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19158	La dance machabre or Death's duell. By W.C.	Colman, Walter, d. 1645.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1632 (1632)	STC 5569; ESTC S108509	28,947	92

The mind of the Front THe Globe terrestriall Natures randeuouze Heauens all life giuing power did first infuse By secondary causes since preseru'd And multipli'd by doubtfull fate prefer'd Time ripens and time reapes then sowes againe The plentie of her store-house to maintaine Which Death deuoures whom iustly we install Lord Paramount and supreme head of all That 's sublunarie seruing but as fuell T' incense the rage of his victorious Dueil Crown'd with a Lawrell which t' auoid we labour Marcheth in triumph Call'd La dance Machabre LA DANCE MACHABRE or Deaths Duell by W. C. LONDON Printed by William Stansby J. Cecill sculps A la Royne MADAME LA Maiesté la douceur le plus souuennt separeés comme le ciel l'est de la terre sont auec vn aduantage nompareil si diuinement inseparablement assemblées en vous que pour le present estes la gloire d'Angleterre comme des vostre naissance vous estes la splendeur de la France Quélles mont donne la hardiessed e m'adresser à vos piedes ausquels l'on vient de toutes partes aussy facilement qu'aux temples aux autels Pour y faire des prieres presenter des offrandes obtenir des faueurs Car ayant desir de mettre au iour ce petit Escrit pour ayder aux hommes peruertis de cèst sicle corrompu à retourner de l'insolence a la crainte du Ciel de la debanche à la raison par le sentiment de ce quilz doiuent estre par la pensee de ce quilz ne sont pas la malice leur ayant fermé les yeux de l'ame pour ne veior l'impieté bouché les oreilles pour n'entendre à bien faire comme dit le Roy Prophete Ie ne debuois ne pouucis l'offrir qu' a vostre Maiesté Que si plusieurs blasment la temerité de mon entreprise condamnent l'orgueil de ma presomption ce sera trop Madame pour leur fermes la bouche leur donner suiet de lire pratiquer tout ce quilz doiuent si V. M. approuue mon desseing sils'se souuiennent que si selon l'opinion de Seneque le seul iugement d' Auguste vault plus qne les dans de Claudius et vn seul aduis de Socratte plus quaetoute la liberalitè d' Alexandre l'opprobation de V. Auguste M. suffira pour effacer riout le default de mon euure son regard benin luy donner a plus de lustre de pouuoir que le foleil ne fait de chaleur de lumiere à ceste fleur quice tourne deuers luy Ces honorables faueurs dont ie supplie tres humblement V. M. me fauoriser m'obligeront Madame à souhaiter la longueur de vos iours estre sans nombre comme le sont vos vertus Vostre Esleuation dans le Ciel aussy haulte qu'est vostre exaltation dans le monde à desirer l'honneur d'estre pour jamais de V. M. Madame Le tres humble tres Obeissant seruiteur subjet Colman TO THE GREAT Empresse of our little WORLD MAdam may I presume without offence Vpon your Highnesse fauour to dispence With this my rude Composure What I haue I giue and more ther 's no man euer gaue Being the first piece ventur'd on the Stage Since you were ours To craue your Patronage You cannot with your Honour choose but giue It harbour and a libertie to liue For its owne merit rightly vnderstood Let Enuic censure whether it be good What wants he that enioyeth all the wise Philosopher demands Then thus replies Some one to tell him truth which want I haue Suppli'd and humbly your free pardon craue All men will flatter my vnpractiz'd youth In that hath ventur'd to shake hands with truth Which neuer shames the Master Water these Young Plants in time they may grow goodly Trees Liue long the Glorie of your Royall Stem Heau'n crowne with an immortall Diadem Your Highnesse most humble Seruant and Subiect W. Colman The Authour to his Booke GRosse food best suits with vulgar appetites On choicest morsels few place their delights Lasciuious Pamphlets euermore take best When Poems of Deuotion few disgest Brought'st thou some light-heeld passage on the stage Or Planet stricken Louer in a rage Then would the Ladies hug thee old and yong Make thee their Morning Prayer and Euen-song Take thee to bed at night and in the morne Repeate againe the better to enforme Their memories at eu'ry fripping Feast Thou should'st be sure to be a gratefull Guest Didd'st thou discouer stratagems of State How this fell in the nicke and that too late Then might'st thou goe with confidence to Court And be applauded there for doing hurt So for the rest but thou shalt welcome be Only to men in want and miserie With such perhaps thou maist some houres beguile And from amidst their sorrowes force a smile Or in some Hermits melancholy Cell Reside awhile Some few there are that dwell Amongst the monster multitude of men Will freely entertaine thee now and then The rest as old Deuotion out of date Will cast thee off and bid thee hold thy prate If any doe expect strong lines Behold To tell them these sufficient are to hold Them tugging Fairely read with that intent Which they abroad into the world are sent Though not perform'd with that Poeticke fire The nicenesse of our present times inspire He spoyles the operation of a Pill Conformeth it vnto the Patients will Each giddie braine I doe not seeke to please But first find out then cure the foule disease Of wilfull ignorance protracting time Vntill the dolefull signalls fatall chime So I commit thee to th' vncertaine fate Of Censure may perhaps proue fortunate W. C To his deare friend the Author vpon his well fought Duell IF from th' aboundance of the heart we speake None can be so maliciously weake To thinke thee other then thou seem'st to be Iu this th'interiour Character of thee Enuie may spit her venome Critickes ieere But thou art plac'd vpon a rocke so neere To heauen their malice cannot climbe so high But backwards fall vpon themselues and die Iohn Peashall To his deare friend the Author HAue you not heard the melancholly note The Rauen sends from her Propheticke throte The Lich-owles screcke the dreadfull Thunder rore The Martiall Drum men wallowing in their gore A mid-night passing Bell or Belmans Song The raging Lionesse for her lost yong So sound thy sacred Sonets in our eares Stirring vs vp with Musique to our feares E. H. To my Friend the Author and his Booke IF the Grand Rabbies of our moderne times Shall squeese out of thee some poore veniall crimes For which thou shalt be solemnly conuented As was thy Master be not discontented Since both of you are Cannon proofe care not For Baily Button not their Musket shot Authoritie that 's

craz'd is still most briefe And hangs a true man where there wants a thiefe No foole the prouerbe saith vnto the oldest And euermore blind Bayard is the boldest Thomas Veridicus To the Author vpon his Poem VVHile other Muses wanton Poems sing Thy pen being taken from a Cherubs wing Teacheth the way to blisse where they and we Meet in a quire to adore Eternitie Death must begin our triumph and the dust That hangs vpon our fleshie garment must Be first brush'd of the vanities of life Riches and pleasures that but sweeten strife And to the eye of sense makes death appeare Deform'd by thy diuiner raptures here Are quite destroide the rugged path made eauen And men acknowledge thee the way to Heauen Iames Sherlie To my worthiest friend Master W. C. on his Booke La Dance Machabre FRiend thou do'st ill to ranke me in this place Though I shall honor thee in my disgrace For as choice dainties after grosser food Taste better farre then other wayes they would So men by reading this harsh verse of mine Shall rellish better these sweet straines of thine What boot these lines alasse When euery one May read they prayses written in thine owne Such needlesse things may make weake people deeme Thy Booke wants sureties to beget esteeme Here hath thy sad Muse like a dying Swan Sung a sweet storie of the death of man O may shee liue that glad-deceiued we May heare her often sing such melodie Iohn Crompton Sum quod 〈◊〉 Fui quodes Behould fonde man J am what thou shallt be And as thou art soe was Jonee like thee Death's Duell Mors omnibus communis We must all die 1 OLympick Odes soft layes fond Louers breath Domestick iarres nor forrein broiles I bring Nor crown'd Lyaeus with a frantique wreath Twixt life and death the fatall warre I sing Which whil●t I but recite me thinkes from all At euery accent should a salt teare fall 2 Assist yee heau'nly powers no other Muse I inuocate cast downe propitious Eyes My humble genius with such fire infuse Our words may fall like Lightning from the Skyes Striking th' amazed mortals with such terrour They may not loue but liue to see their errour 3 Stay not too fast least thou impose an end To what we briefly haue discours'd vpon Before thou truly know what we intend Too hasty feeding hurts digestion Read note if not to profit What 's compriz'd Herein is meerly but cpitomiz'd 4 We highly prize this noble friend and that This boone Companion and that Parasite Whose smooth tongu'd language euer leuels at Those things which doe administer delight But in conclusion Death 's our truest friend Tels vs what we must trust to in the end 5 Tels vs that we are mortall that we know Our last nights habitation not the next That humane pleasures like sweet Roses grow Amidst a thousand miseries perplext Since ioy and griefe inseperably goe Nor can we reape our pleasures without woe 6 The Twins of Fortune at one instant borne Both Male and Female birth-rites due to neither Like Turtle-doues they re-salute each morne Wander all day and lodge at night together All ages all conditions all estates Know this discouer'd in their seuerall fates 7 The strongest Fort besieg'd with powerfull foes Till victuals and munition waxeth scant May for a time subsist but in the close Must of necessity submit to want So youth and nature bare vp stiffe while But in the end Death giues them ●●…th the foile 8 The life of man is tripertite the first Of nature which is lyable to death The second after which all good men thirst Of same commencing with our vtmost breath The last eternall consummates our bliffe Whither for Death there no admittance is 9 Blest Heau'ns defend me the Worlds maior part Reflect not on whose arrant they are sent The Stage scarce enterd they forget their part Turne dayes to nights and nights to dayes ill spent Such liberty vnto our selves we giue Till Death we know not truly how to liue 10 The thiefe reflects not what it is to steale Before he sees the Gallowes not the Maid Vntill her belly doe the fact reueale A th'stolne imbraces of her loues dismaid The Prodigall reflecteth not vpon A plentifull estate till he haue none 11 Consider wisely what thou hast to doe In this vaine World with serious meditation How short the time what 's likely to ensue And frustrate not the end of thy Creation Since here is nought whereon thou canst relie But to be borne to labour and to die 12 What though thou do'st enioy a greater measure Of temporall felicitie then those That liue reclus'd for eu'ry dram of pleasure Expect a world of happinesse to lose There 's but one Heau'n then thinke not to reioyce Both here and hence thou must not haue it twice 13 Vnthrifty youth time prodigally spends That flyes away with vndilcouer'd hast Mocking our hopes still future ioyes pretends Takes small content in recreations past Imagination sets our thoughts on fire And what we cannot haue we most desire 14 So little Children wish would we were men Freed from the fetters of our pupill age Growne old they couet to be young againe Pretending in their wayes to be more sage And circumspect what is not we thinke best And others in their meaner fortunes blest 15 The carefull Pilot wafting from the Shoare His ful-f●a●…ght Vessell sitteth at the Sterne Iudiciously to guide what goes before And from the hoary-headed Pole doth learne Which way to steere and furrow vp the Ocean With a secure though vnsteady motion 16 The World 's the Sea and we the Vessels are Consideration Stearesman and pale death The Sterne in which we haue an equall share Swift-footed time still towards vs beckeneth Dappled with age which careles youth doth know Yet all too late beleeues it to be so 17 But so it is what ere we doe pretend And fondly flatter our Imagination Being as neere vnto our Iourneyes end For ought we know as aged declination Experience tels vs Whence we may presage No certainty in youth nor hope in age 18 The one may liue the other cannot long A possibility on which we build Our certaine ruine and receiue a wrong That 's irrecouerable if we yeild Vnto such reasons nature will produce In her desires euermore pro use 19 He whose pulse beats the strongest hath no more Assurance of his life then he that lies Vpon his death-bed and perhaps before His deare companion whom he mournes for dyes The neere ally'd whose care the sicke attends Ouid. Sicken themselues and die before their friends 20 The Priest doth offer holy sacrifice Vpon the Alter for departing soules Liue to be present at his Obsequies And heare the Sextons Death-bell when it toules So the Physitian while he Physicke giues T'another dies himselfe his Patient liues 21 The forward heire Who thinkes that life too long By which he liues desirous to see His Father canoniz'd whilst he is young And not