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A35338
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The history of Ioseph a poem / written by Daniel Cudmore, Gent.
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Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.
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1652
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inward bleed And if their Brother all this while should feed Upon revenge since full rage now had vent It 's poys'nous rancour should on them be spent Fear by guilt raised seldome is remiss Till in conclusion hope and pardon kiss Nor were our Brethren negligent but strove To gain firm int'rest in their Brothers love Yet so conceit had of their weak demerits Dissolv'd their courage and outbrav'd their spirits That they came not but sent nor durst they frame The message in theirs but their Fathers name Know'ng if their sute in Iacobs name were coucht 'T would like a Charm not cease till it had touch'd Their Brothers midriffs with remorse 't would wrest A soft remission from his melting Brest Great Sir this was the burthen of their sute And thus they humbly taught to prostitute Thus said our Father yer in Ephrons Urn He pawn'd his body for his Souls return Thus in my name you shall to Ioseph speak Remember not thy Brethrens sin nor wreak Thy just revenge upon their hate which sin Than all their sinns in gross hath greater been Remit what God hath pardond and in this On their soft Souls thy pardon seal with His Thus did our Father bid whose Soul above Hovers with blessings yet to crown thy love Now this offence remit we thee intreat Whose hearts with true devotion truly beat Of Jacobs God t' whom from our hearts arise Zealous affection in Sacrifice For Gods for Iacobs sake our fault remit Though we for neither would at all acquit Thy innocence and if it yet appears Thy rage doth flame we 'll quench it with our tears Mild Joseph pittying their anxious fears Could not but second grief again with tears Now griev'd he they suspected him and wept Then joy'd their conscience not securely slept Now as one having foil'd a fell disease Wherein he long hath labour'd doth not cease Untill that Physick shall the reliques purge Which after might in wonted Symptoms urge Ev'n so the Brethren though they now might judge Their Brother reconcil'd and that no grudge Did swell his peacefull Brest but that with tears He entertained had their anxious fears Yet Conscience never leaves her nice inquests Till in the Bosome shee of pardon rests Nor were the Ten remiss till they found out By true experience they had nought to doubt Wherefore all in a personall submission Thus beg their Pardon and thus couch contrition Neither presum'd they on an equall greet But thus fell prostrate at their Brothers feet Dread Sir in Jacobs name and for his sake We come to second what our message spake Thus Jacob said yer he enjoy'd on high The blessings purchas'd by his lamed thigh This in my name to Ioseph speak pray blot Thy Brethrens sin if it be not forgot From thy remembrance since they are convinc'd And their Souls in repentant tears are rinc'd Trample not grief guilt is a greater scourge That can revenge inflict or Justice urge 'T is true the fault was great and to be brief Such as me thinks yet startles my belief Yet think not on revenge their fault forget And let not rage usurp mild mercies seat This did our Father bid before his death Yer Angells suck'd his Soul out with his breath And now we hope our fault did not so harden Thy heart but tears may melt it to my pardon Huge winds they say are still'd by little rain Then let not all our tears thus fall in vain Thou at first sight we hope was 't reconcil'd For ever since thy carriage hath been mild And if yet mercy in thy Brest bear sway Our hopes are anchor'd in a happy Bay If not but then their passion grew so high That with th' Aposiopesis of a sigh They there must stop to whom quoth Joseph thus I know already what you would discuss 'T is true your fact was gross and since y' are come If you want tears I here will lend you some For to lament it God did you prevent And unto good did wrest your bad intent Who hath so many sav'd alive by one Unworthy person as you see is done I long for no revenge but that you sentence Your sin to death by an unfeign'd repentance Tears are the blood I thirst for since to God Belongs revenge I 'll not usurp his rod Yet since you fear I will revenge your deed That false suggestion doth from guilt proceed For though there be no cause yet busie guilt Still holds her hand upon her Daggers hilt Envy doth burn like fire and then no doubt But once in seventeen years it would break out But yet thus may your busie guilt insist My cords of friendship you may doubt were twist Upon my Fathers heart-strings and guilt durst Infer perchance both were together burst Fear not my Brethren this the end shall prove That guilt 's a traitour which misconstrues love Doubt no close malice fear no poys'nous rancour But in this Bosome let your hopes cast anchor I 'll nourish you respect you little ones And when I die the like will charge my Sons With such advice as this you may suppose Mild Ioseph did his satisfaction close Ev'n so as these Gods Saints do never cease Till through repentance they have purchas'd peace I in Gods mercy ioy that he did die A sacrifice for me yer I was I Yet can I not but grieve and grieving mourn That I him crucifi'd yer I was born Nay greater cause of grief for I 'm the Iew And him each minute crucifie anew My sighes should wing me to some Hermites Cave Where with my nayles I 'd hourly dig my grave And there would live a sorrowfull Recluse Tears should be Helicon and grief my Muse And as an Anch'ret would my self immure Yet live in tears a gawdy Epicure When Ioseph fully pardon'd had this crime Admit a certain Intervall of time When Fortune serving whom she can't seduce As proud of his acceptance grew profuse T'wards Ioseph in her favours which he took Still with a thankfull not ambitious look Vertue commandeth Fortune and doth clip Her wings or holds her like an anchor'd ship Nor doubted he lest that with giddy changes She should vacillate in her wonted ranges God who Alph ' and Omega is is love Which still doth Alpha and Omega prove Thus Ioseph long in honour liv'd the strength Of whose old age extended to that length That his Posterity to three degrees Descent he saw and on his aged knees Were Machirs children brought Manasseh's Son So might he boast as Iacob once had done Who comming one o'r Iordan was increast When he came back a Nation at the least Now as the glorious Sun who proudly oft Hath rid in triumph through the azurd loft Anon meets an Eclips which in a brook If view'd affronts him with a gloomy look So death which makes a falling-Star of each Although he mount unto the highest reach And altitude of honour in his Sphere Began to threaten Ioseph with such fear Rude death esteems not honour and Fate dooms With equall sentence Monarchs and their Grooms Shuffles the Beggers scabs and Ladies paint Into a clod nor Villain knowes nor Saint So Ioseph with the mean'st of Adams race Must feel th' arrest of Deaths imperious Mace When Fates black-bed-roul of diseases 'gan T' assault the suburbs of his inward man He conscious of his weakness 'gan to doubt His Souls frail mansion could not long hold out Wherefore his Brethren he as one convenes To whom Sirs I perceive what heaven means For death Gods Bayliff with his Ebbon Scepter Stands ready to arrest me as his debtor Nought but my life acquits me and each day Presents my senses with some new decay Now Brethren since you know my youthfull Dreams Th' event can witness were no idle theams I 'll speak a truth too now but it propounds Its burthen to your thoughts on surer grounds 'T is truth as if 't were by the heavens hoasts Proclaim'd and witness't by our Fathers Ghosts That God will sure in his appoined time To Can'an bring you back your Native clime Which Abr'ham Jsaack and to Jacob both He gave by promise and confirm'd by oath Then do not my expiring spirit grieve Nor forfeit Can'an by your unbelief Believ 't as if each of you as an heir Unto Gods promise now breath'd Can'ans air Record it on your Souls in after years Let these my words still echo in your ears And when you see th' event doth not fall short Of expectation swear for to transport My bones with you to Can'an for I lust To be dissolved with my Fathers dust So Joseph yeelded to the Fates so old That he an hundred and ten years had told Did all the Muses Springs unto my brain Pay Tribute as all Rivers to the Main I could not weep him as he was nor fits My creeping stile with Egypts tow'ring wits Yet thus conceive they mourn'd th' Astrologers Began to curse the base-revolting Stars Could one command the Sun he 'd make him burn As an obsequious Tapor on his Urn The Moon a second then unto his Hearse The yesty Sea should pay its brackish tears A third the Orbs then he would make them meet On earth in honour for his Winding sheet A fourth the Air then should some Meteors shine Like to a Fun'rall lamp stand o'r his shrine A fift the Earth then should her teeming womb Spread a continued May about his Tomb A sixth command the Fire then he would bid A ne'r to-be-extinguish'd Pyramid Blaze on his Hearse A seventh would set forth Fit Hieroglyphicks to describe his worth Pharaoh devested of his Kingly State In mourning wailes Zaphnath-Paaneahs fate The princely Priests lament and Isis Cow Within her Temple did in mourning low Th'embalming Doctor not at all forbears But with his Odours doth commix his tears One in commemoration of his alms With them his name as with sweet odour balms Grief witty grew in some each day his years Some vie with sighes and some his months with tears 'T were infinite to quote their Fun'rall Odes Endless for to describe their mourning Modes Fit Mourners were they all whom you might see Nature had deck'd in mourning Cap-a-pe But this large task had dull'd my tyred Muse My fingers are benum'd my Pen's obtuse Leave him in Egypt where on this Divorce Worms sweetly fed on his embalmed Course FINIS
our beautie 's blasted Our strength is spent our spirits are exhausted Our young ones starve our abler stomacks feed Unless thou food supply on grass and weed Observe how Dearth mocks Death our nether jawes Hang down through weakness while we plead our cause Look look how some would speak but their faint lungs Stop the intendments of their clammy tongues Grant and dismiss us for we here resort Not for to make a Charnell-house thy Court The King prick'd with remorse of Egypts want Thus mildly condescends his Princely grant Quoth he go and what Joseph shall injoyn Obey doubt not his spirit is divine That said they croucht their thanks have you observ'd How that a Falcon through neglect neer starv'd Soon as her Keeper comes within her sight Both makes an eager though a slug-like flight Unto her prey and though her limbs be weak Shee fiercely tugs it with her ragged beak So the Egyptians in a numerous press To Joseph's Palace make their full address Some dumbly passionating begg'd some kist His feet who op'ning all his store dismist Them all without a rigorous dispute With a glad burthen of their purchas'd sute Now Egypt in this fatall time of dearth Remain'd the onely Store-house of the Earth The worlds chief Granary of grain the sole Exchequer of each Land from Pole to Pole Ev'n Canaan on whose rich abounding store Once lived thirtie Kings must now implore Her neighbours help glad if she might in peace Be made partaker of her blest increase Among whom so did Providence design Old Jacob and his Sons began to pine Through dearth the palat late so liquorish Would gladly banquet on a common-dish Oft Jacob ruminates and weighs the cause Why were all Kingdomes offer'd to the jawes Of Famine then concludes they 'r justly curst Since they such monstrous sinners long had nurst Then would he doubt lest that his Childrens sin Had brought this Curse on fertile Palestine Then seeks with Sacrifice for to appease The heavens wrath so might their fields increase Distrust he would not for he did believe God would redeem him with a safe reprieve Who promis'd that his seed though death did rage Should have their Country for their Heritage While thus imagination had ingrost His sense and fancy thus divinely glost He calls his sons to whom you may suppose His smother'd thoughts old Jacob did disclose My Sons quoth he you know our Corn is spent And little 's left either in Field or Tent Our plenty-pregnant sins have now at last Brought forth a Dearth the mighty Protoplast Mov'd by our monstrous sins hath strongly seel'd The heav'ns with brass and th' earth beneath hath steel'd And Death and Famine two remorsless Mates Triumphing ride and knock at all our gates Those dainties fail that fed our glutt'nous lust Our chalkie teeth have lost their unctuous rust Why do you whisper thus why do you gaze One on another let your Lambkins graze There 's Corn in Egypt goe and buy my sons That we may live we and our little ones You know our fruitfull fields forbear to teem We starve unless your speedy care redeem Go and make haste my sons your Brothers pain Shall be redoubled till you come again Your Sheep shall feed upon their pleasant grounds No Goat shall rove beyond his wonted bounds No Dog shall fright no rav'nous Beast pursue With fearfull flight a Kid or tender Ewe No dull delay could their intents adjourn But when stout Chaunticleer had wak'd the morn The carefull Brethren with a rustick port Knockt to fair Memphis then to Josephs Court For he it was who did dispense the Corn To those whom meager Death had made forelorn Anon to Joseph they themselves addrest With great submission and with lowly crest The prostrate Ten unto his Lordship croucht In every look humility was coucht Whom Joseph knew yet he his passion checkt And strangely views them with a stern aspect And thus began What are you and from whence Under what clime have you your residence Quoth they Great Master Canan is our home Hither to buy food are thy servants come Their lowliness remembring him the truth Of his presaging Dreams while yet a Youth Now might pale rancour swell revenge insult And malice might demand no common mulct And envy by that seeming Justice backt Of like for like might proudly now exact Great recompence a Dungeon well might sit Their cruelty that doom'd him to the Pit The law of Nature now might seem to crave As they had him so he should them inslave And in remembrance of their slouts in scorn Dismiss them hopeless and deny them Corn. Where envy is the memories Recorder Expect proceedings in remoâ—slless order But he ne'r entertain'd Her as a guest Much less a Tenant in his peacefull Brest Their sight his pitty not revenge begate His blood did daunce for joy not boyl with hate Yet though his bowels did through passion yern As were his looks thus his reproofs were stern Quoth he what made you hither to repair To leave your own to breath a forreign air How careless is our guard how have they watch'd That such suspitious Spies pass unattach'd Y' are Spies our tortures shall the truth extort Why you thus saucily approach our Court You come to spie our weakness you shall feel What strength our Country hath perhaps our Steel Our sins makes God seem strange as clouds we see Shrowd th'ey of heav'en so sin Gods heav'nly ey Or if but seen his cheeks with an anger glow Wrath 's on his ey thron'd ruin on his brow And while they sin as Traitors he attaints Unto his Covenant his dearest Saints The Brethren started at these thundring words The active blood within each body curds Quoth they let not your Lordship this Impute Nor mis-interpret our unfeigned sute We all the tincture have of one mans blood Who hither hath us sent to buy some food And so let heaven with thy servants deal As we intend unto your Common-weal Wee 'll have the truth of this upon the racks Quoth he your sute your Asses and your Sacks Are meer pretences you are all but Spies These specious colours cannot blind our eyes We 're twelve quoth they and by one man begot The youngest is at home and one is not We are no such that to such ends do rome Hither to buy food are thy servants come Let not your Lordship trample miserie Pitty a strangers privilege should be O do not censure w' are so innocent We scarce conceive what by your words is meant If want be treason and to come to buy Food be invasion then we come to spy Y' are Spies quoth he vain words no longer urge They are too empty this your guilt to purge Since you no other voucher can produce To prove your truth but only this excuse My Sentence like my words none may revoke Send for that youngest Son of whom you spoke Unless that Brother prove your evidence By Pharaohs life yee shall not part from