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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

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

Ague quaking Unlesse some Cordial thou fetch from high Which present help may ease this malady If I decease dost think thou shalt survive Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive Then weigh our case if 't be not justly sad Let me lament alone while thou art glad New England And thus alas your state you much deplore In generall terms but will not say wherefore What Medicine shall I seek to cure this woe If th' wound 's so dangerous I may not know But you perhaps would have me guesse it out What hath some Hengist like that Saxon stout By fraud and force usurp'd thy flowring crown And by tempestuous Wars thy fields trod down Or hath Canutus that brave valiant Dane The regall peacefull Scepter from thee tane Or is' t a Norman whose victorious hand With English blood bedews thy conquered Land Or is' t intestine Wars that thus offend Doe Maud and Stephen for the Crown contend Doe Barons rise and side against their King And call in Forreign ayde to help the thing Must Edward be depos'd or is' t the houre That second Richard must be clapt i' th' Tower Or is the fatall jarre againe begun That from the red white pricking Roses sprung Must Richmonds ayd the Nobles now implore To come and break the tushes of the Boar If none of these deare Mother what 's your woe Pray doe not feare Spaines bragging Armado Doth your Allye faire France conspire your wrack Or doth the Scots play false behind your back Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love Whence is this storme from Earth or Heaven above Is' t Drought is' t Famine or is' t Pestilence Dost feele the smart or feare the consequence Your humble Childe intreats you shew your grief Though Armes nor Purse she hath for your releif Such is her poverty yet shall be found A supplyant for your help as she is bound Old England I must confesse some of those Sores you name My beau●eous Body at this present maime But forraigne Foe nor fained friend I feare For they have work enough thou knowst elsewhere Nor is it Alcies Son and Henries Daughter Whose proud contention cause this slaughter Nor Nobles si●ing to make John no King French Lewis unjustly to the Crown to bring No Edward Richard to l●se rule and life Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife No Crook-backt Tyrant now usurps the Seat Whose tearing tusks did wound and kill and threat No Duke of York nor Earle of March to soyle Their hands in Kindreds blood whom they did foyle No need of Teder Roses to unite None knowes which is the Red or which the White Spaines braving Fleet a second time is sunke France knowes how of my sury she hath drunk By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame Her Lillies in mine Armes avouch the same My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more Though she hath bin injurious heretofore What Holland is I am in some suspence But trust not much unto his Excellence For wants sure some I feele but more I feare And for the Pestilence who knowes how neare Famine and Plague two sisters of the Sword Destruction to a Land doth soone afford They 're for my punishments ordain'd on high Unlesse thy teares prevent it speedily But yet I answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land Before I tell the effect I le shew the cause Which are my Sins the breach of sacred Lawes Idolatry supplanter of a Nation With foolish superstitious adoration And lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might The Gospel is trod down and hath no right Church Offices are sold and bought for gaine That Pope had hope to finde Rome here againe For Oathes and Blasphemies did ever eare From Beelzebub himself such language heare 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 owne but for their Masters sake And thou poore soule wast jeer'd among the rest Thy flying for the Truth I made a jeast For Sabbath-breaking and for Drunkennesse Did ever Land prophannesse more expresse From crying bloods yet cleansed am not I Martyrs and others dying causelesly How many Princely heads on blocks laid down For nought but title to a fading Crown ' Mongst all the cruelties which I have done Oh Edwards Babes and Clare●ce haplesse Son O Jane why didst thou dye in flowring prime Because of Royall Stem that was thy crime For Bribery Adultery for Thefts and Lyes Where is the Nation I cann't paralize With Usury Extortion and Oppression These be the Hydra's of my stout transgression These be the bitter fountains heads and roots Whence flow'd the source the sprigs the boughs and fruits Of more then thou canst heare or I relate That with high hand I still did perpetrate For these were threatned the wofull day I mock'd the Preachers put it farre away The Sermons yet upon record doe stand That cry'd destruction to my wicked Land These Prophets mouthes al●s the while was stopt Unworthily some backs whipt and eares crept Their reverent checks did beare the glorious markes Of stinking stigmatizing Romish Clerkes Some lost their livings some in prison pent Some grossely fin'd from friends to exile went Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry Who heard their cause and wrongs judg'd righteously And will repay it sevenfold in my lap This is fore-runner of my after clap Not took I warning by my neighbours falls I saw sad Germanie's dismantled walls I saw her people famish'd Nobles slain Her fruitfull land a barren heath remain I saw unmov'd her Armies foil'd and fled Wives forc'd babes toss'd her houses calcined I saw strong Rochel yeelding to her foe Thousands of starved Christi ns there also I saw poore Ireland bleeding out her last Such cruelty as all reports have past My heart obdurate stood not yet agast Now sip I of that cup and just 't may be The bottome dregs reserved are for me New England To all you 've said sad mother I assent Your fearfull sinnes 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 termes what is your present grief Then let 's join heads and hands for your relief Old England Well to the matter then there 's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peeres a question of state Which is the chief the law or else the King One saith it s he the other no such thing My better part in Court of Parliament To ease my groaning land shew their intent To crush the proud and right to each man deal To help the Church and stay the Common-Weal So many obstacles comes in their way As puts me to a stand what I should say Old customes new Prerogatives stood on Had they not held law fast all had been gone Which

Epire for her great turbulence This new Protector 's of another minde Thinks by her Majesty much help to finde Cassander could not like his father see This Polisperchons great ability Slights his commands his actions he disclaimes And to be great himselfe now bends his aymes Such as his father had advanc'd to place Or by his favour any way did grace Are now at the devotion of the Son Prest to accomplish what he would have done Besides he was the young Queens favourite On whom 't was thought the set her chief delight Unto these helps in Greece he seeks out more Goes to Antigonus and doth implore By all the Bonds 'twixt him and 's father past And for that great gift which he gave him last By these and all to grant him some supply To take down Polisperchon grown so high For this Antigonus needed no spurs Hoping still more to gaine by these new stirs Straight furnisht him with a sufficient aide Cassander for return all speed now made Polisperchon knowing he did relye Upon those friends his father rais'd on high Those absent banished or else he slew All such as he suspected to him true Cassander with his Hoast to Grecia goes Whom Polisperchon labours to oppose But had the worst at Sea as well as Land And his opponent still got upper hand Athens with many Townes in Greece besides Firme to Cassander at this time abides Whilst hot in wars these two in Greece remaine Antigonus doth all in Asia gaine Still labours Eumenes might with him side But to the last he faithfull did abide Nor could Mother nor Sons of Alexander Put trust in any but in this Commander The great ones now began to shew their minde And act as opportunity they finde Aridaeus the scorn'd and simple King More then he bidden was could act no thing Polisperchon hoping for 's office long Thinks to enthrone the Prince when riper grown Euridice this injury disdaines And to Cassander of this wrong complaines Hatefull the Name and House of Alexander Was to this proud vindicative Cassander He still hep● fresh within his memory His Fathers danger with his Family Nor counts he that indignity but small When Alexander knockt his head to th' wall These with his love unto the amorous Queen Did make him vow her servant to be seen Olimpias Aridaeus deadly hates As all her Husbands children by his Mates She gave him poyson formerly 't is thought Which damage both to minde and body brought She now with Polisperchon doth combine To make the King by force his seat resigne And her young Nephew in his stead t' inthrone That under him she might rule all alone For ayde goes to Epire among her friends The better to accomplish these her ends Euridice hearing what she intends In hast unto her deare Cassander sends To leave his Seige at Tagra and with speed To come and succour her in this great need Then by intreaties promises and coyne Some Forces did procure with her to joyne Olimpias now enters Macedon The Queen to meet her bravely marched on But when her Souldiers saw their ancient Queen Remembring what sometime she had been The Wife and Mother of their famous Kings Nor Darts nor Arrowes now none shoots nor flings Then King and Queen to Amphipolis doe fly But soone are brought into captivity The King by extreame torments had his end And to the Queen these presents she doth send A Halter cup of Poyson and a Sword Bids chuse her death such kindnesse she 'l afford The Queen with many a curse and bitter check At length yeelds to the Halter her faire neck Praying that fatall day might quickly haste On which Olimpias of the like might taste This done the cruell Queen rests not content Till all that lov'd Cassander was nigh spent His Brethren Kinsfolk and his chiefest friends That were within her reach came to their ends Digg'd up his brother dead ' gainst natures right And throwes his bones about to shew her spight The Courtiers wondring at her furious minde Wisht in Epire she still had been confin'd In Pelloponesus then Cassander lay Where hearing of this newes he speeds away With rage and with revenge he 's hurried on So goes to finde this Queen in Macedon But being stopt at Straight Tharmipoley Sea passage gets and lands in Thessaly His Army he divides sends part away Polisperchou to hold a while in play And with the rest Olimpias pursues To give her for all cruelties her dues She with the flow'r o' th Court to Pidna flyes Well fortified and on the Sea it lies There by Cassander she 's block'd up so long Untill the Famine growes exceeding strong Her Cousen of Epire did what he might To raise the Seige and put her foes to flight Cassander is resolv'd there to remaine So succours and endeavours proves but vaine Faine would she come now to capitulate Cassander will not heare such is his hate The Souldiers pinched with this scarcity By stealth unto Casander daily fly Olimpias wills to keep it to the last Expecting nothing but of death to taste But he unwilling longer there to stay Gives promise for her life and wins the day No sooner had he got her in his hands But made in Judgement her Accusers stand And plead the blood of their deare Kindred 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 cruell Queen Whose fury yet unparalleld hath been The Daughter Sister Mother Wife to Kings But Royalty no good conditions brings So boundlesse was her pride and cruelty She oft forgot bounds of Humanity To Husbands death 't was thought she gave consent The Authours death she did so much lament With Garlands crown'd his head bemoan'd his Fates His sword unto Apollo consecrates Her out-rages too tedious to relate How for no cause but her inveterate hate Her Husbands Wife and Children after 's death Some flew some fry'd of others stopt the breath Now in her age she 's forc't to taste that Cup Which she had often made others to sup Now many Townes in Macedon supprest And Pellas faine to yeeld amongst the rest The Funeralls Cassandra celebrates Of Aridaeus and his Queen with state Among their Ancestors by him there laid And shewes of lamentation for them made Old Thebes he then re-built so much of fame And rais'd Cassandria after his name But leave him building others in their urn And for a while let 's into Asia turn True Eumenes endeavours by all skill To keep Antigonus from Susha still Having Command o' th treasure he can hire Such as nor threats nor favour could acquire In divers battels he had good successe Antigonus came off still honourlesse When victor oft had been and so might still Pencestas did betray him by a wile Antigonus then takes his life unjust Because he never would let go his trust Thus lost he all for his fidelity Striving