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A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

doth consume But marvell 't is that without muteny The Souldiers should let passe this injury Nor wonder lesse to Readers may it bring For to observe the rashnesse of the King Now with his Anny doth he hast away False Bessus to finde out in Bactria But fore distrest for water in their march The drought and heat their bodies much doth parch At length they came to th' River Oxus brink Where most immoderatly these thirsty drink This more mortality to them did bring Then did their wars against the Persian King Here Alexmder's almost at a stand How to passe over and gaine the other Land For Boats here 's none nor neare it any wood To make them rafes to waft them o're the floud But he that was resolved in his minde Would by some means a transportation finde So from his carriages the Hides he takes And stuffing them with straw he bundles makes On these together ty'd in fix dayes space They all passe over to the other place Had Bessus had but valour to his wil He easily might have made them stay there stil But coward durst not fight nor could he fly Hated of all for 's former treachery Is by his owne now bound in Iron chaines A coller of the same his neck containes And in this sort they rather drag then bring This Malefactor vild before the King Who to Darius Brother gives the wretch W●th wra●ks and tortures every limbe to stretch Here was of Greeks a town in Bactria Whom Xerxes from their country led away These not a little joy'd this day to see Wherein their own had soveraignity And now reviv'd with hopes held up their head From bondage long to be infranchised But Alexander puts them to the sword Without cause given by them in deed or word Nor sex nor age nor one nor other spar'd But in his cruelty alike they shar'd Nor could he reason give for this great wrong But that they had forgot their Mother-tongue Whilst thus he spent some time in Bactria And in his Camp strong and securely lay Down from the mountains twenty thousand came And there most fiercely set upon the same Repelling these two marks of honour got Imprinted deep in 's legg by Arrowes shot And now the Bactrians ' gainst him rebel But he their stubbornnesse full soone doth quel From hence he to Jaxartis river goes Where Scithians rude his valour doth oppose And with their our cries in a hideous sort Besets his Camp or Military Court Of Darts and Arrowes made so little spare They flew so thick they seem'd to dark the aire But soone the ●recians forc'd them to a flight Whose nokednesse could not endure their might Upon this Rivers banck in seventeen dayes A goodly City doth compleatly raise Which Alexandria he doth also name And furlongs sixty could not round the same His third supply Antipa●er now sent Which did his former Army much augment And being an hund ed twenty thousand strong He enters now the India● Kings among Those that submit he doth restore again Those that doe not both they and theirs are slain To age nor sex no pitty doth expresse But all fall by his sword most mercilesse He t' Nisa goes by Bacchus built long since Whose feasts are celebrated by this Prince Nor had that drunken god one that w●uld take His liquors more devoutly in for 's sake When thus ten dayes his brain with wine he 'd soak'd And with delicious meats his Pallat choak'd To th' river Indus next his course he bends Boats to prepare Ephestion first he sends Who comming thither long before his Lord Had to his mind made all things now accord The Vessells ready were at his command And Omphis King of that part of the land Through his perswasion Alexander meets And as his Sovereign Lord him humbly greets Fifty six Elephants he brings to 's hands And tenders him the strength of all his lands Presents himselfe there with a golden Crowne And eighty Tallents to his Captaines down But Alexander caus'd him to behold He glory sought no silver nor yet gold His presents all with thanks he doth restore And of his own a thousand Tallents more Thus all the Indian Kings to him submit But Porus stout who will not yeeld as yet To him doth Alexander thus declare His pleasure is that forthwith he repaire Unto his Kingdoms borders and as due His Homage unto him as Soveraigne doe But Kingly Porus this brave answer sent That to attend him there was his intent And come as well provided as be could But for the rest his sword advise him should Great Alexander vext at this reply Did more his valour then his Crown envie Is now resolv'd to passe Hilaspes floud And there his Soveraignty for to make good But on the banks doth Porus ready stand For to receive him when he comes to land A potent Army with him like a King And ninety Elephants for war did bring Had Alexander such resistance seen On Tygris side here now he had not been Within this spacious river deep and wide Did here and there Isles full of trees abide His Army Alexander doth divide With Ptolomy sends part o' th' tother side Porus encounters them thinking all 's there Then covertly the rest gets o're else-where But whilst the first he valiantly assayl'd The last set on his back and so prevail'd Yet work enough here Alexander found For to the last stout Porus kept his ground Nor was 't dishonour at the length to yeeld When Alexander strives to win the field His fortitude his Kingly foe commends Restores him and his bounds further extends East-ward now Alexander would goe still But so to doe his Souldiers had no will Long with excessive travailes wearied Could by no means be further drawn or led Yet that his fame might to posterity Be had in everlasting memory Doth for his Camp a greater circuit take And for his Souldiers larger Cabins make His Maungers he erected up so high As never Horse his Provender could eye Huge Bridles made which here and there he left Which might be found and so for wonders kept Twelve Altars he for Monuments then rears Whereon his acts and travels long appears But doubting wearing Time would these decay And so his memory might fade away He on the faire Hidaspis pleasant side Two Cities built his fame might there abide The first Nicea the next ●u●ephalon Where he ●ntomb'd his st●tely stallion His fourth and last supply was hither sent Then down t' Hidaspis with his Fleet he went Some time he after pent upon that shore Where one hundred Embissadours or more Came with submission from th● Indian Kings Bringing their Presents rare and precious things These all he feasts in stare on beds of gold His furniture most sumptuous to behold The meat and drink attendants every thing To th' utmost shew'd the glory of a King With rich rewards he sent th●m home again Acknowledg'd for their Masters Soveraigne Then sayling South and comming to the

both wise and strong Whose courage nought but death could ever tame ' Mongst these Epimanondas wants no fame Who had as noble Raleigh doth evince All the peculiar vertues of a Prince But let us leave these Greeks to discord bent And turne to Persia as is pertinent The King from forraign foes and all at ease His home-bred troubles seeketh to appease The two Queens by his means 'gin to abate Their former envie and inveterate hare Then in voluptuousnesse he leads his life And weds his Daughter for a second wife His Mothers wicked counsell was the cause Who sooths him up his owne desires are Lawes But yet for all his greatnesse and long reign He must leave all and in the pit remain Forty three years he rules then turns to dust As all the mighty ones have done and must But this of him is worth the memory He was the Master of good Nehemie Darius Ochus GReat Artexerxes dead Ochus succeeds Of whom no Record's extant of his deeds Was it because the Grecians now at war Made Writers work at home they sought not far Or dealing with the Persian now no more Their Acts recorded not as heretofore Or else perhaps the deeds of Persian Kings In after wars were burnt ' mongst other things That three and twenty years he reign'd I finde The rest is but conjecture of my minde Arsames or Arses WHy Arsames his brother should succeed I can no reason give cause none I read It may be thought surely he had no Son So fell to him which else it had not done What Acts he did time hath not now left pend But as 't is thought in him had Cyrus end Whose race long time had worn the Diadem But now 's divolved to another Stem Three years he reign'd as Chronicles expresse Then Natures debt he paid quite Issue-lesse Darius Codomanus HOw this Darius did attain the Crown By favour force or fraud is not set down If not as is before of Cyrus race By one of these he must obtain the place Some writers say that he was Arses son And that great Cyrus line yet was not run That Ochus unto Arsames was father Which by some probabilities seems rather That son and father both were murthered By one Bagoas an Eunuch as is sed Thus learned Pemble whom we may not slight But as before doth well read Raleigh write Antd he that story reads shall often find That severall men will have their severall mind Yet in these differences we may behold With our judicious learned Knight to hold And this ' mongst all 's no controverted thing That this Darius was last Persian King Whose warres and losses we may better tell In Alexanders reign who did him quell How from the top of worlds felicity He fell to depth of greatest misery Whose honours treasures pleasures had short s●ay One deluge came and swept them all away And in the sixt year of his haplesse reigne Of all did scarce his winding sheet retaine And last a sad catastrophe to end Him to the grave did ●raytor Bessus send The end of the Persian Monarchy The third Monarchy was the Grecian beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112 Olimpiad GReat Alexander was wise Phillips son He to Amintas Kings of Macedon The cruell proud Olimpias was his mother Shee to the rich Molossians King was daughter This Prince his father by Pausanias slain The twenty first of 's age began to reign Great were the guifts of nature which be had His Education much to these did adde By Art and Nature both he was made fit T' accomplish that which long before was writ The very day of his nativity To th' ground was burnt Diana's Temple high An Omen to their near approaching woe Whose glory to the Earth this Prince did throw His rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd The universe scarce bounds his large vast minde This is the hee-goat which from Grecia came Who ran in fury on the Persian Ram That broke his hornes that threw him on the ground To save him from his might no man was found Phillip on this great conquest had an eye But death did terminate those thoughts so high The Greeks had chose him Captain Generall Which honour to his son now did befall For as worlds Monarch now we speak not on But as the King of little Macedon Restlesse both day and night his heart now was His high resolves which way to bring to passe Yet for a while in Grecce is forc'd to stay Which makes each moment seem more then a day Thebes and old Athens both ' gainst him rebell But he their mutinies full soon doth quell This done against all right and natures laws His kinsmen puts to death without least cause That no combustion in his absence be In seeking after Soveraignity And many more whom he suspects will climbe Now taste of death least they deserv't in time Nor wonder is' t if he in blood begin For cruelty was his parentall sin Thus eased now of troubles and of fears His course to Asi● next Spring he steers Leaves sage Antipater at home to sway And through the Hellispont his ships make way Comming to land his dart on shear he throwes Then with alacrity he after goes Thirty two thousand made up his foot force To these were joyn'd five thousand goodly horse Then on he march'd in 's way he veiw'd old Troy And on Achillis Tombe with wondrous joy He offer'd and for good successe did pray To him his mothers Ancestor men say When newes of Alexander came to th' Court To scorn at him Darius had good sport Sends him a frothy and contemptuous letter Stiles him disloyall servant and no better Reproves him for his proud audacity To lift his hand ' gainst such a Monarchy Then to his Lieutenant in Asia sends That he be tane alive for he intends To whip him well with rods and then to bring That boy so mallepart before the King Ah! fond vaine man whose pen was taught ere while In lower termes to write a higher stile To th' river Granicke Alexander hyes Which twixt Phrigia and Propontis lyes The Persians for encounter ready sland And think to keep his men from off the land Those banks so steep the Greeks now scramble up And beat the coward Persians from the top And twenty thousand of their lives bereave Who in their backs did all their wounds receive This Victory did Alexander gain With losse of thirty sour of his there slaine Sardis then he and Ephesus did gaine Where stood of late Diana's wondrous Phane And by Parmenio of renowned fame Miletus and Pamphilia overcame Hallicarnassus and Pisidia He for his master takes with Lycia Next Alexander marcht t'wards the black sea And easily takes old Gordium in his way Of Asse-eard Midas once the regall seat Whose touch turn'd all to gold yea even his meat There the Prophetick knot he cuts in twain Which who so did must Lord of all remain Now newes of Memnons death

of Balladan In Babylon Leiutenant to this man Of opportunity advantage takes And on his Masters ruins his house makes And Belosus first his did unthrone So he 's now stil'd the King of Babylon After twelve years did Essarhadon dye And Merodach assume the Monarchy Merodach Baladan 21 years ALl yeelds to him but Ninivie kept free Until his Grand-childe made her bow the knee Embassadours to Hezekiah sent His health congratulates with complement Ben. Merodach 22 years BEn Merodach Successor to this King Of whom is little said in any thing But by conjecture this and none but he Led King Manasseh to captivity Nebulassar 12 years BRave Nebulassar to this King was Sonne The ancient Niniveh by him was won For fifty years or more it had been free Now yeelds her neck unto captivity A Vice-roy from her foe she 's glad t' accept By whom in firm obedience she 's kept Nebuchadnezar or Nebopolassar THe famous Wars of this Heroyick King Did neither Homer Hesiode Virgil sing Nor of his acts have we the certainty From some Thucidides grave History Nor 's Metamorphosis from Ovids Book Nor his restoring from old legends took But by the Prophets Pen-men most Divine This Prince in 's magnitude doth ever shine This was of Monarchies that head of gold The richest and the dreadfull'st to behold This was that tree whose branches fill'd the earth Under whose shadow birds and beasts had birth This was that King of Kings did what he pleas'd Kild sav'd pull'd down set up or pain'd or eas'd And this is he who when he fear'd the least Was turned from a King unto a Beast This Prince the last year of his Fathers reign Against Ichoiakim marcht with his train Iudah's poor King besieg'd who succourlesse Yeelds to his mercy and the present stresse His Vassal is gives pledges for his truth Children of Royal bloud unblemish'd youth Wise Daniel and his fellows ' mongst the rest By the victorious King to Babel's prest The temple of rich ornaments defac'd And in his Idols house the Vassal's plac'd The next year he with unresisted hand Quite vanquish'd Pharaoh Necho and his Band By great Euphrates did his Army fall Which was the losse of ●yria withall Then into Aegypt Necho did retire Which in few years proves the Assyrians hire A mighty Army next he doth prepare And unto wealthy Tyre with ha●● repure Such was the scituation of this place As might not him but all the world out-face That in her pride she knew not which to boast Whether her wealth or yet her strength was most How in all Merchandise she did excell None but the true Ezekiel need to tell And for her strength how hard she was to gain Can Babels tired Souldiers tell with pain Within an Island had this City seat Divided from the maine by channel great Of costly Ships and Gallies she had store And Mariners to handle sayle and oare But the Chaldeans had nor ships nor skill Their shoulders must their Masters minde fulfill Fetch rubbish from the opposite old town And in the channell throw each burden down Where after many aslayes they make at last The Sea firm Land whereon the Army past And took the wealthy town but all the gain Requited not the cost the toyle and pain Full thirteen yeares in this strange work he spent Before he could accomplish his intent And though a Victor home his Army leads With peeled shoulders and with balded heads When in the Tyrian wars the King was hot Jehoiakim his Oath had clean forgot Thinks this the fittest time to break his bands While Babels King thus deep ingaged stands But he alas whose fortunes now i' th ebbe Had all his hopes like to a Spiders web For this great King with-drawes part of his force To Judah marches with a speedy course And unexpected findes the feeble Prince Whom he chastased for his proud offence Fast bound intends at Babel he shal stay But chang'd his minde and slew him by the way Thus cast him out like to a naked Asse For this was he for whom none said Alas His Son three months he suffered to reign Then from his throne he pull'd him down again Whom with his Mother he to Babel led And more then thirty years in prison fed His Unckle he established in 's place Who was last King of holy Davids race But he as perjur'd as Ichoiakim Iudah lost more then e're they lost by him Seven years he keeps his faith and safe he dwels But in the eighth against his Prince rebels The ninth came Nebuchadnezar with power Besieg'd his City Temple Zions Tower And after eighteen months he took them all The wals so strong that stood so long now fall The cursed King by flight could no wise free His wel deserv'd and fore-told misery But being caught to Babels wrathful King With Children Wives and Nobles all they bring Where to the sword all but himself was put And with that woful sight his eyes close shut A haplesse man whose darksome contemplation Was nothing but such gastly meditation In mid'st of Babel now til death he lyes Yet as was told ne●e saw it with his eyes The Temple 's burnt the Vessels had away The Towers and Palaces brought to decay Where late of Harp and Lute was heard the noyse Now Zim and Sim lift up their shriking voyce All now of worth are captive led with tears There sit bewailing Zion seventy years With all these Conquests Babels King rests not No nor when Moab Edom he had got Kedar Hazer the Arabians too All Vassals at his hands for grace must sue A totall Conquest of rich Aegypt makes All rule he from the ancient Pharoes takes Who had for sixteen hundred years born sway To Babylons proud King now yeelds the day Then Put and Lud doe at his mercy stand Where e're he goes he Conquers every Land His sumptuous buildings passes all conceit Which wealth and strong ambition made so great His Image Iudahs Captives worship not Although the Furnace be seven times more hot His Dreams wise Daniel doth expound ful wel And his unhappy change with grief fore-tel Strange melancholly humours on him lay Which for seven years his reason took away Which from no natural causes did proceed For by the Heavens above it was decreed The time expir'd remains a Beast no more Resumes his Government as heretofore In splender and in Majesty he sits Contemplating those times he lost his wits And if by words we may guesse at the heart This King among the righteous had a part Forty four years he reign'd which being run He left his Wealth and Conquest to his Son Evilmerodach BAbels great Monarch now laid in the dust His son possesses wealth and rule as just And in the first year of his royalty Easeth Jehoiakims captivity Poor forlorn Prince that had all state forgot In seven and thirty years had seen no jot Among the Conquered Kings that there did lye Is Judah's King now

shore These obscure Nations yeelded as before A City here he built cal'd by his name Which could not sound too oft with too much fame Hence sayling down by th' mouth of Indus floud His Gallies stuck upon the sand and mud Which the stout Macedonians mazed sore Depriv'd ar once the use of Saile and Oare But well observing th' nature of the ti●e Upon those Flats they did not long abide Passing faire Indus mouth his course he stear'd To th● coast which by Eu●hra●es mouth appear'd Whose inlers neare unto he winter spent Unto his starved Souldiers small c●ntent By hunger and by cold so many slaine That of them all the fourth did scarce remaine Thus Winter Souldiers and provision spent From hence he to Gedrosia went And thence he marcht into Carmania So he at length drew neare to Persia Now through these goodly countries as he past Much time in feasts and ryoting doth wast Then visits Cyrus Sepulcher in 's way Who now obscure at Passagardis lay Upon his Monument his Robes he spread And set his Crown on his supposed head From hence to Babylon some time there spent He at the last to royall Sushan went A Wedding Feast to 's Nobles then he makes And Statirah Darius daughter takes Her Sister gives to his Ephestion deare That by this match he might be yet more neare He fourscore Persian Ladies also gave At the same time unto his Captains brave Six thousand Guests he to this feast invites Whose Sences all were glutted with delights It far exceeds my meane abilities To shadow forth these short felicities Spectators here could scarce relate the story They were so wrapt with this externall glory If an Ideall Paradise a man should frame He might this feast imagine by the same To every Guest a cup of gold he sends So after many dayes this Banquet ends Now Alexanders conquests all are done And his long travells past and over-gone His vertues dead buried and all forgot But vice remaines to his eternall blot ' Mongst those that of his cruelty did taste Philotas was not least nor yet the last Accus'd because he did not certifie The King of treason and conspiracy Upon suspicion being apprehended Nothing was found wherein he had offended His silence guilt was of such consequence He death deserv'd for this so high offence But for his Fathers great deserts the King His Royall pardon gave for this same thing Yet is Philotas unto Judgement brought Must suffer not for what he did but thought His Master is Accuser Judge and King Who to the height doth aggravate each thing Enveighs against his Father now absent And 's Brethren whom for him their lives had spent But Philotas his unpardonable crime Which no merit could obliterate or time He did the Oracle of Iupiter deride By which his Majesty was deifi'd Philotas thus o're-charg'd with wrong and greif Sunk in despair without hope of releif Faine would have spoke and made his owne defence The King would give no eare but went from thence To his malicious foes delivers him To wreak their spight and hate on every limbe Philotas after him sends out this cry Oh Alexander thy free clemency My foes exceeds in malice and their hate Thy Kingly word can easily terminate Such torments great as wit could first invent Or flesh or life could bear till both were spent Are now inflicted on Parmenio's Son For to accuse himself as they had done At last he did So they were justified And told the world that for desert he dyed But how these Captaines should or yet their Master Look on Parmenie after this disaster They knew not wherefore best now to be done Was to dispatch the Father as the Son This sound advice at heart pleas'd Alexander Who was so much engag'd to this Commander As he would ne're confesse nor could reward Nor could his Captaines bear so great regard Wherefore at once all these to satisfie It was decreed Parmenio should dye Polidamus who seem'd Parmenio's friend To doe this deed they into Media send He walking in his Garden too and fro Thinking no harme because he none did owe Most wickedly was slaine without least crime The most renowned Captaine of his time This is Parmenio which so much had done For Philip dead and his surviving Son Who from a petty King of Macedon By him was set upon the Persian Throne This that Parmenio who still over-came Yet gave his Master the immortall fame Who for his prudence valour care and trust Had this reward most cruel and unjust The next that in untimely death had part Was one of more esteem but lesse desart Clitus belov'd next to Ephestion And in his cups his chief Companion When both were drunk Clitus was wont to jeere Alexander to rage to kill and sweare Nothing more pleasing to mad Clitus tongue Then 's Masters god-head to defie and wrong Nothing toucht Alexander to the quick Like this against his deity to kick Upon a time when both had drunken well Upon this dangerous theam fond Clitus fell From jeast to earnest and at last so bold That of Parmenio's death him plainly told Alexander now no longer could containe But instantly commands him to be slaine Next day he tore his face for what he 'd done And would have slaine himself for Clitus gone This pot companion he did more bemoan Then all the wrong to brave Parmenio done The next of worth that suffered after these Was vertuous learned wise Calist●ines Who lov'd his Master more then did the rest As did appeare in flattering him the least In his esteem a God he could not be Nor would adore him for a Deity For this alone and for no other cause Against his Sovereigne or against his Lawes He on the wrack his limbs in peeces vent Thus was he tortur'd till his life was spent Of this unkingly deed doth Sene●a This censure passe and not unwisely say Of Alexander this th' eternall crime Which shall not be obliterate by time Which vertues fame can ne're redeem by farre Nor all felicity of his in war When e're 't is said he thousand thousands slew Yea and Calisthines to death he drew The mighty Persian King he over-came Yea and he kild Calisthines by name All Kingdoms Countries Provinces he won From Hellispont to th' furthest Ocean All this he did who knows not to be true But yet withall Calisthines he slew From Macedon his Empire did extend Unto the furthest bounds of th' orient All this he did yea and much more 't is true But yet withall Calisthines he slew Now Alexander goes to Media Findes there the want of wise Parmenio Here his cheif favourite Ephestion dyes He celebrates his mournfull obsequies For him erects a stately Monument Twelve thousand Tallents on it franckly spent Hangs his Phisitian the reason why Because he let Ephestion to dye This act me thinks his god head should ashame To punish where himself deserved blame Or of necessity he must imply The other was the