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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