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A29149	Several poems compiled with great variety of wit 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 epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.; Tenth muse lately sprung up in America	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1678 (1678)	Wing B4166; ESTC R22624	114,811	269

The Greeks had chose him Captain General Which honour to his Son did now befall For as Worlds Monarch now we speak not on But as the King of little Macedon Restless both day and night his heart then was His high resolves which way to bring to pass Yet for a while in Greece is forc'd to stay Which makes each moment seem more then a day Thebes and stiff Athens both ' gainst him rebel Their mutinies by valour doth he quell This done against both right and natures Laws His kinsmen put to death who gave no cause That no rebellion in in his absence be Nor making Title unto Sovereignty And all whom he suspects or fears will climbe Now taste of death least they deserv'd in time Nor wonder is●t if he in b●ood begin For Cruelty was his parental sin Thus eased now of troubles and of fears Next spring his course to Asia he steers Leavs Sage Antipa● at home to sway And through the Hellis●●nt his Ships made way Coming to Land his dart on shore he throws Then with alacrity he after goes And with a bount'ous heart and courage brave His little wealth among his Souldiers gave And being ask'd what for himself was left Reply'd enough sith only hope he kept Thirty two thousand made up his Foot force To which were joyn'd five thousand goodly horse Then on he marcht in 's way he view'd old Troy And on Achilles tomb with wondrous joy He offer'd and for good success did pray To him his Mothers Ancestors men say When news of Alexander came to Court To scorn at him Darius had good sport Sends him a frothy and contemptuous Letter Stiles him disloyal servant and no better Reproves him for his proud audacity To lift his hand ' gainst such a Monarchy Then to 's Lieftenant he in Asia sends That he be ta'ne alive for he intends To whip him well with rods and so to bring That boy so mallipert before the King Ah! fond vain man whose pen ere while In lower terms was taught a higher stile To River Granick Alexander hyes Which in Phrygia near Propontike lyes The Persians ready for encounter stand And strive to keep his men from off the land Those banks so steep the Greeks yet scramble up And heat 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 loss of thirty four of his there slain Then Sardis he and Ephesus did gain VVhere stood of late Diana's wondrous Phane And by Pa●me●●o of renowned Fame Militus and Pamphilia overcame Halli●arnassus and Pisidia He for his Master takes with Lycia Next Alexander marcht towards the black Sea And easily takes old Gordium in his way Of Ass ear'd Midas once the Regal Seat VVhose touch turn'd all to gold yea even his meat VVhere the Prophetick knot he cuts in twain VVhich who so doth must Lord of all remain Now news of Memnon's death the Kings Viceroy To Alexanders heart 's no little joy For in that Peer more valour did abide Then in Darius multitude beside In 's stead was Arses plac'd but durst not stay Yet set one in his room and ran away His substitute as fearfull as his master Runs after two and leaves all to Disaster Then Alexander all Cilicia takes No stroke for it he struck their hearts so quakes To Gre●●● he thirty thousand talents sends To raise more Force to further his intends Then o're he goes Darius now to meet Who came with thousand thousands at his feet Though some there be perhaps more likely write He but four hundred thousand had to fight The rest Attendants which made up no less Both Sexes there was almost numberless For this wise King had brought to see the sport With him the greatest Ladyes of the Court His mother his beauteous Queen and daughters It seems to see the Macedonian slaughters It s much beyond my time and little art To shew how great Darius plaid his part The splendor and the pomp he marched in For since the world was no such ●●geant seen Sure 't was a goodly sight there to behold The Persians clad in silk and glistering gold The stately horses trapt the lances gilt As if addrest now all to run a tilt The holy sire was borne before the host For Sun and ●ire the Persians worship most The Priests in their strange habit follow after An object not so much of fear as laughter The King sate in a chariot made of gold With crown and Robes most glorious to behold And o're his head his golden Gods on high Support a party coloured Canopy A number of spare horses next were led Lest he should need them in his Chariots stead But those that saw him in this state to lye Suppos'd he neither meant to fight nor flye He fifteen hundred had like women drest For thus to fright the Greeks he judg'd was best Their golden ornaments how to set forth Would ask more time then was their bodies worth Great Sysigambis she brought up the Reer Then such a world of waggons did appear Like several houses moving upon wheels As if she 'd drawn whole S●●han at her heels This brave Virago to the King was mother And as much good she did as any other Now lest this gold and all this goodly stuff Had not been spoyle and booty rich enough A thousand mul● and Camels ready wait Loaden with gold with jewels and with plate For sure Darius thought at the first sight The Greeks would all adore but none would fight But when both Armies met he might behold That valour was more worth then pearls or gold And that his wealth serv'd but for baits to ' lure To make his overthrow more fierce and sure The Greeks came on and with a gallant grace Let fly their arrows in the Persians face The cowards feeling this sharp stinging charge Most basely ran and left their king at large Who from his golden coach is glad to ' light And cast away his crown for swifter flight Of late like some immoveable he lay Now finds both legs and horse to run away Two hundred thousand men that day were slain And forty thousand prisoners also tane Besides the Queens and Ladies of the court If Curtius be true in his report The Regal Ornaments were lost the treasure Divided at the Macedonians pleasure Yet all this grief this loss this overthrow Was but beginning of his future woe The royal Captives brought to Alexander T'ward them demean'd himself like a Commander For though their beauties were unparaled Conquer'd himself now he had conquered Preserv'd their honour us'd them bounteously Commands no man should doe them injury And this to Al●xander is more fame Then that the Persian King he overcame Two hundred eighty Greeks he lost in fight By too much heat not wounds as authors write No sooner had this Victor won the field But all Phenicia to his pleasure yield Of which the

the crown contend Do Barons rise and side against their King And call in foraign aid to help the thing Must Edward be depos'd or is' t the hour That second Richard must be clapt i' th tower Or is' t the fatal jarre again begun That from the red white pricking roses sprung Must Richmonds aid the Nobles now implore To come and break the Tushes of the Boar If none of these dear Mother what 's your woe Pray do you fear Spains bragging Armado Doth your Allye fair France conspire your wrack Or do the Scots play false behind your back Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love Whence is the storm from Earth or Heaven above Is' t drought is' t famine or is' t pestilence Dost feel the smart or fear the Consequence Your humble Child intreats you shew your grief Though Arms nor Purse she hath for your relief Such is her poverty yet shall be found A Suppliant for your help as she is bound Old England I must confess some of those sores you name My beauteous body at this present maime But forreign foe nor feigned friend I fear For they have work enough thou knowst elsewhere Nor is it Alcies Son nor Henryes daughter Whose proud contention cause this slaughter Nor Nobles siding to make John no King French Jews unjustly to the Crown to bring No Edward Richard to lose rule and life Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife No Duke of ●ork nor Earl of March to soyle Their hands in kindreds blood whom they did foil No crafty Tyrant now usurps the Seat Who Nephews slew that so he might be great No need of Tudor Roses to unite None knows which is the red or which the white Spains braving Fleet a second time is sunk France knows how oft my fury she hath drunk By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame Her Lillies in mine Arms avouch the same My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more Though she hath been injurious heretofore What Holland is I am in some suspence But trust not much unto his excellence For wants sure some I feel but more I fear And for the Pestilence who knows how near Famine and Plague two Sisters of the Sword Destruction to a Land doth soon afford They 're for my punishment ordain'd on high Unless our tears prevent it speedily But yet I Answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land Before I tell th' Effect I 'le shew the Cause Which are my sins the breach of sacred Laws Idolatry supplanter of a Nation With foolish Superstitious Adoration Are lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might The Gospel troden down and hath no right Church Offices were sold and bought for gain That Pope had hope to find Rome here again For Oaths and Blasphemies did ever Ear. From Belzebub himself such language hear What scorning of the Saints of the most high What injuries did daily on them lye What false reports what nick-names did they take Not for their own but for their Masters sake And thou poor soul wert jeer'd among the rest Thy flying for the truth was made a jest For Sabbath-breaking and for drunkenness Did ever land profaness more express From crying blood yet cleansed am not I Martyres and others dying causelesly How many princely heads on blocks laid dow● For nought but title to a fading crown ' Mongst all the crueltyes by great ones done Of Edwards youths and Clarence hapless son O Jane why didst thou dye in flowring prime Because of royal stem that was thy crime For bribery Adultery and lyes Where is the nation I can't paralliz● With usury extortion and oppression These be the Hydraes of my stout transgression These be the bitter fountains heads and roots Whence flow'd the source the sprigs the boughs fruits Of more then thou canst hear or I relate That with high hand I still did perpetrate For these were threatned the wofull day I mockt the Preachers put it far away The Sermons yet upon Record do stand That cri'd destruction to my wicked land I then believ'd not now I feel and see The plague of stubborn incredulity Some lost their livings some in prison pent Some fin'd from house friends to exile went Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry Who saw their wrongs hath judg'd righteously And will repay it seven-fold in my lap This is fore-runner of my A●terclap Nor took I warning by my neighbours falls I saw sad Germanyes dismantled walls I saw her people famish'd Nobles slain Her fruitfull land a barren Heath remain I saw unmov'd her Armyes foil'd and fled VVives forc'd babes toss'd her houses calcined I saw strong Rochel yielded to her Foe Thousands of starved Christians there also I saw poor Ireland bleeding out her last Such crueltyes as all reports have past Mine heart obdurate stood not yet agast Now sip I of that cup and just't may be The bottome dreggs reserved are for me New-England To all you 've said sad Mother I assent Your fearfull sins great cause there 's to lament My guilty hands in part hold up with you A Sharer in your punishment's my due But all you say amounts to this effect Not what you feel but what you do expect Pray in plain terms what is your present grief Then let 's joyn heads hearts for your relief Old England Well to the matter then there 's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peers a Question of State Which is the chief the Law or else the King One said it 's he the other no such thing 'T is said my beter part in Parliament To ease my grouning Land shew'd their intent To crush the proud and right to each man deal To help the Church and stay the Common-weal So many Obstacles came in their way As puts me to a stand what I should say Old customes new Prerogatives stood on Had they ●ot held Law fast all had been gone Which by their prudence stood them in such stead They took high Straff●rd lower by the head And to their Laud be 't spoke they held i' th tower All Englands Metropolitane that hour This done an act they would have passed fain No Prelate should his Bishoprick retain Here tugg'd they hard indeed for all men saw This must be done by Gospel no● by Law Next the Militia they urged sore This was deny'd I need not say wherefore The King displeas'd at York himself absents They humbly beg return shew their intents The writing printing posting too and fro Shews all was done I 'le therefore let it go But now I come to speak of my disaster Contention grown 'twixt Subjects their Master They worded it so long they fell to blows That thousands lay on heaps here bleeds my woes I that no wars so many years have known Am now destroy'd and slaught'red by mine own But could the Field alone this strife ●●cide One Battel two or three I might abide But these may be beginnings of more woe Who

remed'less woes Again what veins of poy●on in me l●e Some kill outright and some do stupifye Nay into herbs and plants it sometimes creeps In heats colds gripes drowzy sleeps Thus I occasion death to man and beast When food they seek harm mistrust the least Much might I say of the hot Libian sand Which rise like tumbling Billows on the Land Wherein Cambyses Armie was o'rethrown but windy Sister 't was when you have blown I 'le say no more but this thing add I must Remember Sons your mould is of my dust And after death whether interr'd or burn'd As Earth at first so into Earth return'd Water Scarce Earth had done but th' angry water mov'd Sister quoth she it had full well behov'd Among your boastings to have praised me Cause of your fruitfulness as you shall see This your neglect shews your ingratitude And how your subtilty would men delude Not one of us all knows that 's like to thee Ever in craving from the other three But thou art bound to me above the rest Who am thy drink thy blood thy sap and best If I withhold what art thou dead dry lump Thou bearst nor grass or plant nor tree nor stump Thy extream thirst is moistned by my love With springs below and showres from above Or else thy Sun burnt face and gaping chop● Complain to th' heavens if I withhold my drops Thy Bear thy Tyger and thy Lion stout When I am gone their fiercenes none needs doubt Thy Camel hath no strength thy Bull no force Nor mettal's found in the couragious Horse Hinds leave their calves the Elephant the Fens The wolves and savage beasts forsake their Dens The lofty Eagle and the Stork fly low The Peacock and the Ostrich share in woe The Pine the Cedar yea and Daphne's Tree Do cease to flourish in this misery Man wants his bread and wine pleasant fruits He knows such sweets lies not in Earths dry roots Then seeks me out in river and in well His deadly malady I might expell If I supply his heart and veins rejoyce If not soon ends his life as did his voyce That this is true Earth thou canst not deny I call thine Egypt this to verifie Which by my fatting Nile doth yield such store That she can spare when nations round are poor When I run low and not o'reflow her brinks To meet with want each woful man be-thinks And such I am in Rivers showrs and springs But what 's the wealth that my rich Ocean brings Fishes so numberless I there do hold If thou shouldst buy it would exhaust thy gold There lives the oyly Whale whom all men know Such wealth but not such like Earth thou maist show The Dolphin loving musick Arians friend The witty Barbel whose cra●t doth her commend With thousands more which now I list not name Thy silence of thy Beasts doth cause the same My pearles that dangle at thy Darlings ears Not thou but shel-fish yield as Pliny clears Was ever gem so rich found in thy trunk As Egypts wanton Cleopatra drunk Or hast thou any colour can come nigh The Roman purple double Tirian Dye Which Caesars Consuls Tribunes all adorn For it to search my waves they thought no scorn Thy gallant rich perfuming Amber-greece I lightly cast ashore as frothy fleece With rowling grains of purest massie gold Which Spains Americans do gladly hold Earth thou hast not moe countrys vales mounds Then I have fountains rivers lakes and ponds My sundry seas black white and Adriatique Ionian Baltique and the vast Atlantique Aegean Caspian golden Rivers five Asphaltis lake where nought remains alive But I should go beyond thee in my boasts If I should name more seas then thou hast Coasts And be thy mountains n'er so high and steep I soon can match them with my seas as deep To speak of kinds of waters I neglect My diverse fountains and their strange effect My wholsome bathes together with their cures My water Syrens with their guilefull lures Th' uncertain cause of certain ebbs and flows Which wondring Aristotles wit n'er knows Nor will I speak of waters made by art Which can to life restore a fainting heart Nor fruitfull dews nor drops distil'd from eyes Which pitty move and oft deceive the wise Nor yet of salt and sugar sweet and smart Both when we list to water we convert Alas thy ships and oars could do no good Did they but want my Ocean and my flood The wary merchant on his weary beast Transfers his goods from south to north and east Unless I ease his toil and do transport The wealthy fraight unto his wished port These be my benefits which may suffice I now must shew what ill there in me lies The flegmy Constitution I uphold All humors tumors which are bred of cold O're childhood and ore winter I bear sway And Luna for my Regent I obey As I with showers oft times refresh the earth So oft in my excess I cause a dearth And with abundant wet so cool the ground By adding cold to cold no fruit proves sound The Farmer and the Grasier do complain Of rotten sheep lean kine and mildew'd grain And with my wasting floods and roaring torren● Their cattel hay and corn I sweep down current Nay many times my Ocean breaks his bounds And with astonishment the world confounds And swallows Countryes up n'er seen again And that an island makes which once was Main Thus Britain fair t is thought was cut from France Scicily from Italy by the like chance And but one land was Africa and Spain Untill proud Gibraltar did make them twain Some say I swallow'd up sure t is a notion A mighty country in th' Atlantique Ocean I need not say much of my hail and snow My ice and extream cold which all men know Whereof the first so ominous I rain'd That Israels enemies therewith were brain'd And of my chilling snows such plenty be That Caucasus high mounts are seldome free Mine ice doth glaze Europes great rivers o're Till sun release their ships can sail no more All know that inundations I have made Wherein not men but mountains seem'd to wade As when Achaia all under water stood That for two hundred years it n'er prov'd good Dencalions great Deluge with many moe But these are trifles to the flood of No● Then wholly perish'd Earths ignoble race And to this day impairs her beauteous face That after times sh●● never feel like woe Her confirm'd sons behold my colour'd bow Much might I say of wracks but that I le spare And now give place unto our Sister Air Air. Content quoth Air to speak the last of you Yet am not ignorant first was my due I do suppose you 'l yield without controul I am the breath of every living soul Mortals what one of you that loves not me Abundantly more then my Sisters three And though you love Fire Earth and Water well Yet Air beyond all these you know

his mates She gave him poyson formerly 't is thought Which damage both to mind and body brought She now with Polisperchon doth combine To make the King by force his Seat resigne And her young grand-child in his State inthrone That under him she might rule all alone For aid she goes t' Epire among her friends The better to accomplish these her ends Euri●ice hearing what she intends In haste unto her friend Cassander sends To leave his siege at Tegea and with speed To save the King and her in this their need Then by intreaties promises and Coyne Some forces did procure with her to joyn Olimpias soon enters Macedon The Queen to meet her bravely marches on But when her Souldiers saw their ancient Queen Calling to mind what sometime she had been The wife and Mother of their famous Kings Nor darts nor arrows now none shoots or flings The King and Queen seeing their destiny To save their lives t' Amphipolis do fly But the old Queen pursues them with her hate And needs will have their lives as well as State The King by extream torments had his end And to the Queen these presents she did send A Halter cup of poyson and a Sword Bids chuse her death such kin●ness she 'l afford The Queen with many a curse and bitter check At length yields to the Halter h●r fair neck Praying that fatal day might quickly haste On which Olimpias of the like might taste This done the cruel Qu●en rests not content ' Gainst all that lov'd Cassander she was bent His Brethren Kinsfolk and his chiefest friends That fell within her reach came to their ends Dig'd up his brother dead ' gainst natures right And threw his bones about to shew her spight The Courtiers wondring at her furious mind Wisht in Epire she had been still confin'd In Peloponesus then Cassander lay Where hearing of this news he speeds away With rage and with revenge he 's hurried on To find this cruel Queen in Macedon But being stopt at streight Thermopoly Sea passage gets and lands in Th●●aly His Army he divides sends post away Polisperchon to hold a while in play And with the rest Olimpias pursues For all her cruelty to give her dues She with the chief o' th' Court to Pydna flyes Well fortifi'd and on the Sea it lyes There by Cassander she 's blockt up so long Untill the Famine grows exceeding strong Her Couzen of Epire did what he might To raise the Siege and put her Poes to flight Cassander is resolved there to remain So succours and endeavours proves but vain Fain would this wretched Queen capitulate Her foe would give no Ear such is his hate The Souldiers pinched with this scarcity By stealth unto Cassander layly fly Olimpias means to hol● out to the last Expecting nothing but of death to tast But his occasions calling him away Gives promise for her life so wins the day No sooner had he got her in his hand But made in judgement her accusers stand And plea● the blood of friends and kindreds spilt Desiring justice might be done for guilt And so was he acquitted of his word For justice sake she being put to th' Sword This was the end of this most cruel Queen Whose fury scarcely parallel'd hath been The daughter sister Mother Wife to Kings But Royalty no good conditions brings To Husbands death 't is thought she gave consent The murtherer she did so much lament With Garlands crown'd his head bemoan'd his fates His Sword unto Apollo consecrates Her Outrages too tedious to relate How for no cause but her inveterate hate Her Husbands wives and Children after 's death Some slew some fry'd of others stopt the breath Now in her Age she 's forc'd to tast that Cup Which she had others often made to sup Now many Towns in Macedon supprest And P●llas fain to yield among the rest The Funerals Cassander celebrates Of A●●daeus and his Queen with State Among their Ancestors by him they 're laid And shews of lamentation for them made Old Thebes he then rebuilt so much of fame And Cassandria rais'd after his name But leave him building others in their Urne Let 's for a while now into Asia turn True Eumenes endeavours by all Skill To keep Antigonus from Shushan still Having command o' th' Treasure he can hire Such as no threats nor favour could acquire In divers Battels he had good success Antigonus came off still honourless When Victor oft he 'd been and so might still Peucestes did betray him by a wile T' Antigonus who took his Life unjust Because he never would forgoe his trust Thus lost he all for his fidelity Striving t' uphold his Masters Family But to a period as that did haste So Eum●nes the prop of death must tast All Persia now Antigonus doth gain And Master of the Treasure sole remain Then with Seleu●us streight at odds doth fall And he for aid to Ptolomy doth call The Princes all begin now to envy Antigonus his growing up so high Fearing his force and what might hap e're long Enters into a Combination strong S●●●c●● ●tolemy Cassander joynes Lysimachus to make a fourth combines Ant●●onus desirous of the Greek● To make Cassander odious to them seeks Sends forth his declarations near and far And clears what cause he had to make this war ●●ss●nders outrages at large doth tell Shews his ambitious practises as well The mother of their King to death he 'd put His wife and son in prison close had shut And aiming now to make himself a king And that some title he might seem to bring Thessalonica he had newly wed Daughter to Philip their renowned head Had built and call'd a City by his name Which none e're did but those of royal fame And in despight of their two famous Kings Hatefull Olinthians to Greece rebrings Rebellious Thebes he had reedified Which their late King in dust had damnified Requires them therefore to take up their arms And to requite this traitor for these harms Then Ptolemy would gain the Greeks likewise And he declares the others injuryes First how he held the Empire in his hands Seleueu● driven from Goverment and lands The valiant Eumenes unjustly slain And Lord of royal Shus●an did remain Therefore requests their help to take him down Before he wear the universal Crown These princes at the sea soon had a sight Where great Antigonus was put to slight His son at Gaza likewise lost the field So Syria to Ptolemy did yield And Seleucus recovers Babylon Still gaining Countryes eastward he goes on Demetrius with Ptolemy did fight And coming unawares put him to flight But bravely sends the prisoners back again With all the spoyle and booty he had tane Courteous as noble Ptolemy or more VVho at Gaza did the like to him before Antigonus did much rejoyce his son VVith victory his lost repute had won At last these princes tired out with warrs Sought for a peace and laid aside their jarrs The terms