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A59164	Seneca's answer to Lucilius his quære why good men suffer misfortunes seeing there is a divine providence? / written originally in Latine prose and now translated into English verse by E.S., Esq.; De providentia. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.	1648 (1648)	Wing S2508; ESTC R17489	14,005	40

vertue there 's not one Soft Document or easie lesson knowne With Fortunes whips though we be lasht and rent Let 's bear 't 't is our Triall not our Punishment Which the more often 't is we undergoe The more prepar'd and barier still we grow Of all the body that part 's most obdur'd And sollid is to constant Toyle inur'd We should to Fortune be expos'd that we Against her selfe arm'd by her selfe might be To be her equalls us in time the brings Contempt of dangers from try'd dangers springs So Mariners endure the Sea and so The Plow-mans hands with labour hard'ned grow So Souldiers learne to throw their Darts with force So Racers prove the nimbler for the Course Perfection and Solidity doth rise From constant and assiduous exercise So is the Minde by Patience brought at last Contempt upon the Power of Fate to cast Whose force we well may guesse upon the minde When how much labour can performe we finde In poore and naked people whom we see Assuming strength ev'n from their poverty Do but consider all those Nations round Which to the Roman Peace prescribe a bound I meane the Germans and those People spread Along the Banks of Ister to his Head To lowring skies and Winters lasting cold Subjected still to whom the barren Mold Scarce Food affords to whom a Shed of Boughes A homely shelter from the Raine allowes Who on the frozen Ister or the Rhine Doe slide and on the hunted Quarry dine Dost count these men wretched in thy esteem No Natu'rall Habit can e're wretched seem Time by degrees does those things pleasant make Which from Necessity their Births did take No Houses there no resting Place to those But such as toyle and wearinesse impose No food though vile but what their Hands procure Though horrid be their Climes intemperature Yet they goe naked and this you suppose A Misery is yet the Life of those Why dost thou wonder if thou good men see Shook with the stormes of Fortune since that Tree But weakly rooted is nor solid growne Hath not the frequent shocks of Tempests knowne Which firmer still and deeper rooting findes The more 't is tost and vexed with the windes Whilst those which in the Sunny Valley grow Are weak and brittle Good men therefore so Are exercis'd in matters full of seare That they might terrors without terror beare And with calme Mindes those things might undergoe No Ills are but to those endure them so PART V. ARGUMENT For good of others sufferers be The Good All stoop to Destiny ANd now 't is for the Generall end the Best Should war and by their Deeds their lives attest Since 't is God's aime and a Wise-mans to prove That those things which the vulgar feare or love Are in themselves nor good nor Ill at all For if by Heaven's Decree they doe befall To a good man their good but bad they are If they 're allotted to a bad mans share Blindnesse were detestable did we finde None lost their eyes but those the Law made blinde Then Appius and Metellus may want eyes We doe not Riches as a true good prize Ellius the Bawd may then be rich and we When in the Temples sacred Treasurie W' have offer'd up our consecrated gold The same in the Burdello may behold God cannot more mens longings vilisie Then those the basest grant the best deny Obj. But you will say it seemes to you unjust The good should be opprest imprison'd trust When you behold the Bad still living free In all Delights and Sensualitie Answ. Is it not yet as much unjust and hard That valiant men in Armes should nightly guard The Campe and for defence thereof decline No wounds but with their Bloods make good the Line Whilst safe i'th'Citie the spruce Gallant lies Glor'ing in his profest Adulteries I' st not unjust that noblest Virgins rise At Midnight to their sacred Exercise Whilst dissolute and inquinated Minds Soft pleasing sleepe in silken Fetters binds Labour and Travell ●ill the Best assayes The Senate oft in Councell sit whole dayes Whilst in the Fields the meanest Groome doth please Himselfe or in the Taverne takes his Ease Or insome other Passe time spends his Houres 'T is the same in the Worlds Common Wealth as ours Good Men there toyle and labour still nor by Fortune are hall'd but follow willingly And keepe pace with her and if they had knowne Her mind perhaps they had before her gone That gallant Speech I here to Mind recall Did once from the great-Sould ' Demetrius fall Of this you Gods Doe I complaine alone That I before your pleasures had not knowne For sooner then should I have made m'Appeare Unto those things which now I 'm call'd to beare Would you my Children have they are your due They were b●●ot and bread by me for you Would you some Limbe what here my ●ow assures Is no great thing strait my whole Body's yours Would yo●●y Soule I shall no whit delay But gladly what you gave me shall repay What e're you aske I give you willingly An offering rather then D●livery What need y' have forc'd them from me Now you may Receive them no nor now shall take away Since nothing from that Man can e're be ta'en Who of himselfe seekes nothing to retaine Nought 'gainst my Will am I compell'd to beare To God in love I'assent not serve in feare Since I know all things move by a decree Sure and enacted from Eternitie W' are led by Fate and his first Houre of Breath Vnto each Man prescribes his Houre of Death Cause upon Cause depends and all are drawne By a long-link't Concatenation Which therefore We should beare with courage sin●● Nought falls by chance but comes by Providence Our Joyes and Sorrowes were long since decreed And though the life of each Man seeme indeed With much Varietie distinguisht yet There is to All one common Period set All W' have receiv'd is subject to decay And Wee our selves must one day passe away Why then doe We complaine or fret with scorne And Indignation We for this were borne Nature may doe by whom We all subsist With her owne Compositions as she list Yet let us cheerefully with Minds prepar'd Thinke that there 's nothing of our owne impair'd What is it best befits a good Mans State To yeeld himselfe into the Hands of Fate 'T is no small comfort that W' are rapt and hurl'd About with the same Course as the whole World That which commands us to live thus thus dye Binds Heav'n by the same Necessitie And all things humane and Divine doth force Along in an irrevocable Course Who made and rules this All to Fate prescrib'd Lawes yet himselfe ev'n by those Lawes is ty'd And that which his Commands did once deliver Now to observe he stands oblig'd for ever Why yet by God i'th'distribution Of Fate seemes there so much Injustice showne That Povertie wounds cruell Deaths he shov'd Assigne still for the Portions

of the Good The Workman cannot new his Matter cast That hath the Lawes of it's Creation past Some things will not be seperate nor leave Others but as if Individualls cleave Those heavy Soules who still in slumbers steepe Their drowsy Braines and seeme awake to sleepe Of dull and grosse Materialls framed are But to the making of a Man that 's rare An abler Fate 's requir'd he must not goe The plaine way but must travell high and low He must with tossing stormes acquainted be And guide his Vessell in a high-swol●c Sea Must shape his Course 'gainst Fortune to him shall Many a hard rough Accident befall Yet such as he himselfe with some small paine May bring to a soft smoothnesse and make plain● The best of Mettalls gold the Fire doth try The best and Valiant'st Men Adversity See but what Steeps Vertue climbs up and sure You 'l then confesse she cannot goe secure PART VI ARGUMENT No Ioyes the Bad can happy make Nought from the good their Ioyes can take Quest WHy yet does God by his Eternall Will Permit good Men to suffer any Ill Answ. Know he permits them not for by his Care All evills farre from them removed are Flagitious Crimes soule thoughts corrupt Desires Blind lust and Avarice that still aspires To be Possessor of another State● He them doth both defend and Vindicate Sure there is no Man at Gods hands exacts That he should beare their Budgets and their Packs Ev'n they themselves ●cquit God of that Care By whom all outward things contemned are Democr●us his Riches cast since they He thought were Clogs to a good Mind away W●nd'r●st th●u then if God t'a good man shall Permit that which himselfe desires might fall * Of Childr●n ●hey're depriv'd * Why not Since they Are mortall and must dye themselves one day * They are exil'd * Why not Since they sometime Forsake ne're more to see 't their Native Clime * They 're st●●n * Why not Since Wee have knowne that some Unto thei● Deaths by their ow● Hands h●ve come * Why suffer they Adversities * That so They might teach others them to undergoe They 're for Examples borne Thinke that you heare God say What Cause have you that you should e're Make your Complaints of me you who in Right And in Integritic have tooke delight Others with seeming Goods I 've but enrich'd And with a long and flattering D●eame bewitch'd Their v●iner Minds Gold Silver Iv'ry's seene T' adorne their outsides but no good within Those you count happy Men could but that side Which they conceale as that they show be spy'd Most miserable filthy sordid are And like their Walls onely on th' outside faire 'T is no sincere solid Felicitie But thinly crusted over to the Eye Whilst therefore they stand sure and as they lift Doc shew themselves th●y shine as through a Mist With larger Orbs but if ought come that may Disturbe their Quiets and them open lay Then will appeare how much of base impure Filch their false boasted splendor did obscure True reall Goods and such as shall abide I have on you bestow'd which the more try'd By you they shall be and be search'd more neare They better still and greater shall appeare Minds have I giv'n you Terrors to despise And loath what most affectionately prize Yours is no outward tinseld Braverie The goods which you adorne turn'd inward be So doth the World his outward Parts despise And with his inward Beauty please his eyes The happinesse which you 'bove all poss●sse Is not to stand in need of happinesse Ob. But many sad and dreadfull Accidents And oft intolerable Fate presents Ans. Since you from these could not exempted be I h've arm'd your mindes against adversitie Beare all things stoutly by w●ich meanes y●u may Walke before God in his appointed way Without the suff'rance of Miseries He is and yo● above their suff'ran●e rise Want an●●●w Poverty contemne and scorne There 's no man lives s●●●ore as he was borne Dolour and paine cont●mne 't will have an end 〈…〉 send Fortune despise whose Power I have confin'd She hath no weapon that can wound the minde Nay Death it selfe which ends or doth translate Your bad condition to a better state The few following Lines in the Close of the Originall being a Stoicall Exhortation to the Anticipation of Death are purposely omitted FINIS * K. James his Pattern of a Kings Inauguration * His Consolation to Marci● translated into Verse by Sr. R. F. * Object * Answ. Quest Answ. Quest Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Quest * Answ.