Mardochey and the five Maccabees All the right heirs of heart and zeal paternall Receiue their guerdon from the great Eternall And vp again their stooping standards raise 13 Before these Warriours and the Royall band March holy Fathers that with vertue rare And holy Doctrine did the Diuell dare Foyling the force of his infernall hand 14 Enos by whom this World 's great Archi-tect Was call'd vpon leadeth religious That holy Father God took vp from vs Henoch Noah And him whose ship did saue the world Elect. 15 Then Sem and Iapheth and great Abraham Isaak The Faithfull's Father and his faithfull Son And then his Nephew that saw Angels run Iacob Both vp down froÌ„ Heav'n to th' earthly frame 16 Aron Eleazar Phinees full of zeal Good Ioyada and hundred Priests select That were by Heav'n by zeal and Church elect To keep the law the Lord did once reveal 17 His Father who was sent to sweep the way Zacharias Ioseph Of sweet Messias then the man suppos'd To be His Sire then He that Him inclos'd In 's ioyfull arms and sung a Swan-like Lay. Simeon 18 Then Barnabas Titus and Timothy Paul's famous Friends Sins fierce and deadly Foes And he that did by Sol's Eclipse suppose Som greater Sun to be Eclips't than he 19 Then this brave Triumph to adorn the more All on a rowe a hundred Prophets com Which haue so sure fore-told the things to-com As if indeed they had been don before 20 There first coms he that in the Coach of fire Elias By Gods strong Spirit was rapt above the Air Elizeus And then his Seruant that was made his heir Of cloak and knowledge as he did desire 21 He that reproov'd old Ishay's Sceptred Son Nathan For double fault Amos Ezechiel Ioel Semyah Abdiah Daniel And he that three dayes in the Sea did won Ionas 22 With these I see the Sonn of Barachie Zachariah Both Michais Baruc Iehu Ieremias Agg ' Abacuc Nahum and Sophonias Ahias Hosè Esdras Malachie 23 The glorious troop that march before this troop Are Martyrs all who full of constant zeal Their faith infract with their owne blouds did seal And never did to any Tyrant stoop 24 Their blessed bloud is like the morning dewe To make more fertil all the Churches field These are the weapons that inforce to yield The furious foe examples not a fewe 25 For as a fruit-Treelopped in December For one old Trunk many new twigs returns Which Nature kindely with sweet fruit adorns So one sole Martyr many doth ingender 26 First Abel goes then Ioyad's zealous Son That neer the Altar constant yielded breath Esay Iohn Baptist. The next goes he Manasses put to death Then he whose head th' incestuous Dancer won 27 Next Salone and her Sons who rather chose To cross the King than God strengthning each other Even in their death Sons worthy such a Mother And Mother worthy of such Sons as those 28 That Proto-Martyr the yong faithfull Steven Whom th' hatefull Iews with hellish rage did stone Who dying saw Christ Iesus on his Throne Leads those that for like cause their lives have given 29 Som smear'd with honey for the Flies were feasts Som men did eat som were on Gridirons broyl'd Som nayl'd on Crosses som in Caldrons boyl'd And som were throwen to most devouring beasts 30 After the Champions of this humble Troop I see fair Sara Rebecca Rachel Then Debora stout Iudeth and Iahel Who Faiths Viragoes their proud Foes did stoop 31 Then she that rais'd to Royall state and stile â—ester Preserv'd her people in a rank she goes With Naomi Ruth and the Dame that chose Rather to die than Nuptiall bed defile Susanna 32 From these mineeie no sooner trauerseth But I discern three Ladies zealous-led That sought their living Lord among the dead Then Anna Martha and Elizabeth 33 But my weak eyes cannot indure to gaze The Virgin Mary On beaming beauties of that Mother-Maid Who Sier-less bore her Sire yet ever-maid Of Faith and Loue th' inimitable maze 34 This this my Muse this is th' Aurora cleer Which brought the Sun to light the world vnkinde A Virgin pure in body and in minde Christ's Mother Sister Spouse and Daughter deer 35 God's holy Temple and the happy stair Wher-by the Heav'ns came down to dwell with Earth Rich-fraighted Ship Vessell of rarest worth Where Phoebus hid his beams most bright and fair Canto IIII. 1 I Thought to haue been now at my Races end T' haue though vnworthy born away the prise But I fall short my task doth longer rise For half the Trophè is yet hardly penn'd 2 Before Faith's Coach born in convenient height Are curious Tables draw'n by cunning hand Where after guise of warlik Romans stand The Victories of never-conquer'd Faith 3 Heer Iericho's cloud-kissing Towrs doo fall Iosua 6. 20. Batter'd alone by Faith's great Ordinance A coumpt-less hoast of craking Idolants 2. King 18 13 2. Chron. 32 20 Esa. 37 21 By Esaâ—e's Faith is heer confounded all 4 By Faith meek Moses with a zeal-full ire Arms smallest Worms th' Egyptian King to vex Exod. 7 8 9 Daniel by Faith fierce Lyons fury checks Dan. 6. 12 And quenches Dragons hot impoysoning fire 5 Heer Paul by Faith fears not in Mitylene Act. 28 5 The deadly sting of th' vgly Viper-worm Heer myching Ionas sunk in suddain Storm Ionas 22 Of his Deliverance finds a fish the mean 6 Then in another Table that was fram'd By Art exceeding Art I did espie Pale Death blithe Health and frail Infirmity That had by Faith a thousand times been tam'd 7 Moses by Faith doth Myriam leperize Num. 12 10 By Faith Elisha curing Naaman 2. King 6 14 17 The Syrian Prince strikes instantly his man With his Disease for Bribing Covetize 8 A man of God by Faith first strangely dri'd 1. King 13 4 6 Then heal'd again that King 's vnholy hand Who made ten Tribes of God's then chosen Land From God and from their lawfull Prince to slide 9 By Faith Saint Paul stark-blinded Elymas Act. 13 11 By Faith Saint Peter full of iust disdaign With suddain death did smite those periur'd twain That durst dissemble with the Spirit of Grace Act. 5 5 16 10 By Faith young Toby kindely doth restore Tob. 11 11 Act. â— 6 14 10. His Father's sight by sacred Faith likewise Two crooked Cripples are made straight to rise In Listra th' one th' other at Templedore 11 By Faith Saint Paul did a rich Maltois cure Of grievous Flix that him afflicted sore Act. 21 8 By Faith Saint Peter likewise did restore A Palsie-sick that eight yeers did indure Act. 9. 34 12 By Faith Saint Paul did Eutichus re-lyue Act. 20 10 1. King 17 21 2. King 4 33 By Faith Elias rais'd the Sareptite Elisha raysed the young Sunamite At Ioppa Peter Dorcas did
Knight Almoner of Scotland and one of his Maiesties Privy Councell there THE COLVMNS YOVNG Ancient Seruant of our Soueraign Lord Graue Maister of thy Maister 's minor-years Whose Prudence and whose Piety appears In his Perfection which doth Thine record Whose loyall Truth His royall Trusts approue By oft Embassage to the greatest Peers Whose Duty and Deuotion He endeers With present Fauours of his Princely Loue In Honour of these Honours many-fold And for memoriall of Thy kinde regard Of these poore Orfanes pyn'd in Hope-les cold Accept these Thanks for thy firm Loues reward Wher-in so Heav'ns prosper what we haue sung Through euery Age thou shalt liue euer YOVNG I. S. To the right vertuous fauorer of Vertue furtherer of Learning Sir Thomas Smith of Lonaon Knight late Lord Embassadour for his Maiesty to the Emperour of Russia IONAS TO thee long tost in a fell Storm of State Cast out and swallowed in a Gulf of Death On false-suspect of thine vn-spotted Faith And flying frō thy Heav'n-giuen Charge of late For much resemblance of thy troublous Fate Much like in Case to that he suffereth Though in effect thy Cause far differeth I send my IONAS to congratulate Thy happy Rescue and thy holy Triall Wher by as Fire doth purifie the Gold Thy Loyalty is more notorious Loyal And worthy th' Honours which thou now doo'st hold Thus Vertue 's Palms oppressed mount the more And Spices bruz'd smell sweeter than before I. S. To the most Honourable learned and religious Gent. M r. Anthony Bacone * ⎠* THE FVRIES BOund by thy Bounty and mine own Desire To tender still new Tribute of my zeal To Thee whose fauour did the first repeal My proto-BARTAS from Self-doomed Fire Hauing new-tuned to du BARTAS Lyre These tragik murmurs of His FVRIES fell Which with the Horrors of an Earthly Hell The Sinn curst life of wretched Mortals tire To whom but Thee should I present the same Sith by the breath of Thine incouragement My sacred fury thou didst first inflame To prosecute This sacred Argument Such as it is accept it as a signe Of Thankfull Loue from Him whose all is Thine I. S. To the same most Honourarable Gentleman Maister Anthony Bacone * ⎠* BABYLON THy friendly censure of my first ESSAIE Du Bartas FVRIES and his BABYLON My faint Endeuours hath so cheared on That Both His WEEKS are also Ours to-day Thy gracious hand repriuing from decay My fame-les Name doom'd to Obliuion Hath so stirr'd-vp my Soule 's deuotion That in my Songs thy Name shall liue for ay Thy milde acceptance of my simple myte Pattern and Patron of all vertuous drifts Doth heer again my gratefull Muse inuite To re-salute thee with mine humble gifts Indeed no Gifts but Debts to Thy desart To whom I owe my hand my head my hart I. S. ADAM The FIRST DAIE Of The SECOND WEEK Containing 1. EDEN 2. The IMPOSTVRE 3. The FVRIES 4. The HANDY-CRAFTS Acceptam refero יהוה EDEN THE I. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Our Poet first doth Gods assistance seek The Scope and Subiect of his Second Week Adam in Eden Edens beauties rare A reall Place not now discerned where The Tree of Life and Knowledge-Tree with-all Knowledge of Man before and since his Fall His exercise and excellent Delights In 's Innocence of Dreams and Ghostly Sights Nice Questions curb'd Death Sins effect whereby Man else Immortall mortall now must Dy. GReat God which hast this World's Birth made me see Inuocation of the true God for assistance in Description of the Infancie first estate of the World Vnfold his Cradle shew his Infancy Walk thou my Spirit through all the flowring alleis Of that sweet Garden where through winding valleys Foure liuely flouds crauld tell mee what mis-deed Banisht both Edens Adam and his seed Tell who immortall mortalizing brought-vs The Balm frō Heav'n which hoped health hath wrought-vs Grant me the story of thy Church to sing And gests of Kings Let me this Totall bring From thy first Sabbaoth to his fatall toomb My stile extending to the Day of Doom Lord I acknowledge and confess before This Ocean hath no bottom nor no shoar But sacred Pilot thou canst safely steer My vent'rous Pinnasse to her wished Peer Where once arriv'd all dropping wet I will Extoll thy favors and my vows fulfill And gratious Guide which doost all grace infuse The Translator cōsidering his own weaknesse and insufficiency for a Worke so rare excellent as all the World hath worthily admired craueth also the assistance of the Highest that at least his endeuour may both stir-vp some abler Spirit to vndertake this Taske and also prouoke all other good Wits to take in hand some holy Argumēt and with-all that Him-self may be for euer sincerely affected and as it were throughly seasoned with the sweet relish of these sacred and religious discourses Simile Since it hath pleas'd thee task my tardy Muse With these high Theams that through mine Art-les Pen This holy Lamp may light my Country-men Ah teach my hand touch mine vnlearned lips Least as the Earths grosse body doth Eclipse Bright Cynthia's beams when it is interpos'd Twixt her and Phoebus so mine ill-dispos'd Dark gloomy Ignorance obscure the rayes Of this diuine Sun of these learned dayes O! furnish me with an vn-vulgar stile That I by this may we an our wanton I LE From Ouids heirs and their vn-hallowed spell Heer charming senses chayning soules in Hell Let this prouoke our modern Wits to sacre Their wondrous gifts to honour thee their Maker That our mysterious ELFINE Oracle Deep morall graue Inuentions miracle My deer sweet DANIEL sharp-conceipted brief Ciuill sententious for pure accents chief And our new NASO that so passionates Th' heroike sighes of loue-sick Potentates May change their subiect and aduance their wings Vp to these higher and more holy things And if sufficient rich in self-inuention They scorn as I to liue of Strangers Pension Let them deuise new Weeks new works new wayes To celebrate the supreme Prince of praise And let not me good Lord be like the Lead Which to som City from som Conduit-head Brings holsom water yet self-wanting sense It self receiues no drop of comfort thence But rather as the thorough-seasoned But Wherein the tears of death-prest Grapes are put Simile Retains long after all the wine is spent Within it self the liquors liuely sent Let me still sauour of these sacred sweets Till Death fold-vp mine earth in earthen sheets Least my young layes now prone to preach thy glory To BRVTVS heyres blush at mine elder Story GOD Supreme Lord committed not alone Narration Tour Father Adam this inferiour Throne God hauing Created and established Man Lord of the Crea tures lodgeth him in the faire Gardē of Eden Ranging beneath his rule the scaly Nation That in the Ocean haue their habitation Those that in horror of the Desarts lurk And those that capering in the Welk
in work But also chose him for a happy Seat A climate temperate both for cold and heat Which dainty Flora paveth sumptuously With flowry VER'S inammeld tapistry Pomona pranks with fruits whose taste excels And Zephyr fils with Musk and Amber smels Where God himself as Gardner treads the allies With Trees and Corn couers the hills and vallies Summons sweet sleep with noise of hundred Brooks And Sun-proof Arbours makes in sundry nooks He plants he proins he pares he trimmeth round Th' ever green beauties of a fruitfull ground Heer-there the course of th' holy Lakes he leads With thousand Dies hee motleys all the meads Ye Pagan Poëts that audaciously Haue sought to dark the ever-Memory The Elysian Fields of the Heathen Poets are but Dreams Of Gods great works from henceforth still be dum Your fabled prayses of Elysium Which by this goodly module you haue wrought Through deaf tradition that your Fathers taught For the Almighty made his blisfull Bowrs Better indeed then you haue fained yours A large Descrip tion of the rich beauties of the Garden of Eden or earthly Paradise For should I say that still with smiling face Th' all clasping Heav'ns beheld this happy place That honey sweet from hollow rocks did drain That fostering milk flow'd vp and down the Plain That sweet as Roses smelt th' ill-savory Rew That in all soyls all seasons all things grew That still there dangled on the self-same treen A thousand fruits nor over-ripe nor green That egrest fruits and bitterest hearbs did mock Madera Sugars and the Apricock Yeelding more holesom food then all the messes That now taste-curious wanton Plenty dresses Disguising in a thousand costly dishes The various store of dainty Fowls and Fishes Which far and neer we seek by Land and Seas More to provoke then hunger to appease Or should I say each morning on the ground Excellent estate of the Earth especially of Eden before Adams fall Not common deaw but Manna did abound That never guttur gorging durty muds Defil'd the crystall of smooth-sliding flouds Whose waters past in pleasant taste the drink That now in Candia decks Cerathus brink That shady Groues of noble Palm-tree sprays Of amorous Myrtles and immortall Bays Never vn-leav'd but evermore their new Self-arching arms in thousand Arbours grew Where thousand sorts of birds both night and day Did bill and woo and hop about and play And marrying their sweet tunes to th' Angels layes Sung Adams bliss and their great Makers prayse For then the Crowes night Rav'ns and Howlets noise Was like the Nightingals sweet-tuned voice And Nightingals sung like divine Arion Like Thracian Orpheus Linus and Amphion Th' Ayre 's daughter Eccho haunting woods among A blab that will not cannot keep her tongue Who never asks but onely answers all Who lets not any her in vain to call She bore her part and full of curious skill They ceasing sung they singing ceased still There Musick raign'd and ever on the Plain A sweet sound rais'd the dead-liue voice again If there I say the Sun the Seasons stinter All discommodities far from Eden before Sin Made no hot Sommer nor no hoary Winter But louely VER kept still in liuely lustre The fragrant Valleys smiling Meads and Pasture That boistrous Adams body did not shrink For Northren windes nor for the Southren wink But Zephyr did sweet musky sighes afford Which breathing through the Garden of the Lord Gaue bodies vigour verdure to the field That verdure flowrs those flowrs sweet savor yeeld That Day did gladly lend his sister Night For half her moisture half his shining Light That never hail did Harvest preiudice That never frost nor snowe nor slipperyice The fields en-ag'd nor any stormy stowr Dismounted Mountains nor no violent showr Poverisht the Land which frankly did produce All fruitfull vapours for delight and vse I think I ly not rather I confess Edens principal and most excellent beauty My stammering Muses poor vnlearnednes If in two words thou wilt her praise comprise Say 't was the type of th' vpper Paradise Where Adam had O wondrous strange discourse With God himself with Angels intercourse Yet over-curious question not the site Of the place where the Garden of Eden was situate Where God did plant this Garden of delight Whether beneath the Equinoctiall line Or on a Mountain neer Latona's shine Nigh Babylon or in the radiant East Humble content thee that thou know'st at least That that rare plentious pleasant happy thing Whereof th' Almighty made our Grand-sire King Was a choise soil through which did rowling slide Swift Ghion Pishon and rich Tygris tyde And that fair stream whose silver waues doe kiss The Monarch Towrs of proud Semiramis Now if that roaming round about the earth It was a certain materiall Place howsoeâ—â—â— now a-daies wee can exactly obserue neither the Circuit nor extent of it Thou finde no place that answers now in worth This beautious place nor Country that can showe Where now-adayes those noted flouds doe flowe Include not all within this Close confin'd That labouring Neptunes liquid Belt doth binde A certain place it was now sought in vain Where set by grace for sin remov'd again Our Elders were whereof the thunder-darter Made a bright Sword the gate an Angell Porter Nor think that Moses paints fantastik-wise It was no allegoricall nor mysticall Garden A mystike tale of fained Paradise 'T was a true Garden happy Plenties horn And seat of graces least thou make forlorn An Ideall Adams food fantasticall His sin suppos'd his pain Poeticall Such Allegories serue for shelter fit To curious Idiots of erroneous wit And chiefly then when reading Histories Seeking the spirit they doe the body leese But if thou list to ghesse by likelihood It was defaced by the generall Flood Think that the wreakfull nature-drowning flood Spar'd not this beautious place which formost saw The first foul breach of Gods eternall law Think that the most part of the plants it pull'd And of the sweetest flowrs the spirits dull'd Spoild the fair Gardens made the fat fields lean And chang'd perchance the rivers channell clean Why the Situation of the Garden of Eden is now hard to finde And think that Time whose slippery wheel doth play In humane causes with in constant sway Who exiles alters and disguises words Hath now transform'd the names of all these Fordes For as through sin we lost that place I fear Forgetfull we haue lost the knowledge where 'T was situate and of the sugred dainties Wherewith God fed vs in those sacred plenties Now of the Trees wherwith th' immortall Powr Of the two Trees seruing as Sacraments to Adam Adorn'd the quarters of that blisfull Bowr All serv'd the mouth saue two sustaind the minde All serv'd for food saue two for seals assign'd God gaue the first for honorable stile Wherof the Tree of Life was a Sacrament The tree of Life true name alas the while
wil-full will not hear The SONG OF MOSES Hearken O Heavens and O thou Earth give ear Vnto my voice and Witness on-my part Before the Lord my zeal and their hard hart O Heav'n and Earth attend vnto my Song Hear my discourse which sweetly slides along As silver showrs on the dry Meads do trill And hony deaws on tender grass distill God grant I pray that in their hearts my Verse As water on the withered Lawns may pearce And that the hony dropping from my tongue May serve the olde for rain for deaw the young I sing th' Eternal O let Heav'n and Earth Com praise him with me sound his glory forth Extol his Powr his perfect Works record Truth Goodnes Greatnes Iustice of the Lord. But though for ever He have showen him such His children yet no Children rather-much A Bastard Race full of malicious sin All kinde of vice have foully wallowed in O foolish People doost thou thus requight His Father-care who fenç't thee day and night As with a Shield Who chose thee as his heir Who made thee of so foule a masse so fair Vn-winde the bottom of olde Times again Of Ages past vn-reel the snarled skain Ask of thy Parents and they shall declare Thine Elders and they 'll tell thee Wonders rare They 'll tell thee how when first the Lord had spred Men on the Earth and iustly levelled His strait long Measure th' All-Bal to divide He did for thee a plentious Land provide For his deer IACOB whom his favour then Seem'd t' have sequestred from the rest of men To th' end his Blessed Seed in future age Should be his Care Love Lot and Heritage They 'll tell thee too how through the sandy horro◠Of a vast Desart Den of ghastly Terror Of Thirst and Hunger and of Serpents fell He by the hand conducted ISRAEL Yea of his goodnes to direct him still By Word and Writ show'd him his sacred Will Vnder his wings shade hid him tenderly And held him deer as apple of his ey As is the royall Eagle's sacred wont When she would teach her tender Birds to mount To flie and cry about her Nest to cheer-them And when they faint on her wingd back to bear-them God without aid of other Gods or Graces Safe guide hath made him mount the highest Places Suck Oyl and Hony from the Rocks distilling In plentious Land with pleasant Fruits him filling He gave him Milk and Butter for his meat Kid Lamb and Mutton and the flowr of Wheat And for his Drink a most delicious Wine The spright full bloud of the broad-spreading Vine But waxen fat he lifts his wanton heel Against his God to whom his Soule should kneel Forsakes his Maker and contemns the Same That saved him from danger death and shame Then he inflam'd the fury of the Lord With profane bowing to false Gods abhord With serving Idols and with Sacrificing To Fiends and Phansies of his owne devising For vain false Gods Gods vn-renown'd and new Gods that his Fathers nor he neuer knew He hath forgot the true eternall BEEING The God of whom he holdes his bliss and being God saw it well and Ielously a-fire Against his Children thus he threats his ire No I will hide the brightnes of my face I 'll take from them the treasures of my grace Then let vs see what will of them becom But what but mischife can vnto them com That so perverse with every puff let fly Their Faith sole constant in inconstancy Th' have made me ieloux of a God no God I 'll make them ieloux I will Wed abroad A People yet no People And their brest Shall split for spight to see the Nations blest Devouring Fire that from my heart doth fume Shall fiercely burn and in my wrath consume The deep of Deeps the middle Downs and Fields And strong foundations of the steepest Hils I 'll spend on them my store of Punishments And all mine Arrows Famine Pestilence Wilde Beasts and Worms that basely crawling are Without remorse shall make them end-les War Abroad the Sword their strong men shall devour At home through Fear the Virgin in her flowr The fresh young Youth the sucking Children small And hoary head dead to the ground shall fall Yea even already would I quite deface And clean destroy them I would IACOB race Raze his Memoriall from the Earth for ay But that I fear the Heathen thus would say We have preuail'd we by our strength alone Have quell'd this People and them over-throwen 'T was not their God that did it for their Sins No He himself is vanquisht with his Friends Ha! sottish blocks void of all sense and sight Could one man put a thousand men to flight And two ten thousand if the God of Arms Had not even solde their Troops and bound their arms For God our God doth all their Gods surpass They knowe it well but their Wine springs alas From SODOM's Vine and grew in GOMER's fields Which Gall for Grapes for Raysins Poyson yeelds It is no Wine no the black bane it is The killing vomit of the Cockatrice 'T is bitter venom 't is the same that coms From the fel ASPIK's foul infecting gums Do not I knowe it keep not I account In mine Exchequer how their Sins do mount Vengeance is mine I will in fine repay In my due time I will not long delay Their Ruin posteth then th' Omnipotent Shall iudge for IACOB then I will repent To quite-destroy mine owne beloved People Seeing their strength all fail'd and wholly feeble 'T will then be said Where are there Gods becom Their deaf dull Idols sent-les sight-les dumb To whom they lift their hearts and hands and eyes And as their Guards so oft did sacrifice Now let those trim Protectors them protect Let them them rise quickly and defend their Sect Their Fires and Altars and com stand before To shield the Fondlings that their Fanes adore Knowe therfore Mortals I th' IMMORTAL am There 's none like Me in or above this Frame I wound I heal I kill I fetch from Grave And from my hands none can the Sinner save I 'll lift my hand toward th' arched Heav'ns on high And swear with-all by mine Eternity Which onely Beeing gives to all to Been That if I whet my Sword of Vengeance keen If once I say as soverain King alone I sit me down on my high Iustice Throne I 'll venge me roughly on mine Enemies And guerdon iustly their iniquities My heart-thrill Darts I will make drunk with blood I 'll glut my Sword with slaughter all the brood Of rebell Nations I will race in fine To recompence the blood and death of Mine O Gentiles then his People praise and fear Sith to the Lord it is so choisely-deer Sith Hee 'll auenge his Cause and beating down His Enemies will mildly cheer his Owne FINIS The CAPTAINES THE IIII. PART OF THE III. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Iust Duked IOSVAH cheers the Abramides To CANAAN's
withall For he fore-sees that if th' Isacians still As Law inioyn'd should mount on Sion Hill To sacrifice with beauty of that Temple Their Princes sight the Doctrine and Example Of sacred Leuites they would soon be taken And drawn aboord the Bark they had forsaken To rent the Church therfore he doth deuise And God's true Spouse doth Harlot like disguise Will haue them hence-forth Worship God the Lord Vnder the Form of Hay-fed Calues abhorr'd In Dan and Bethel brings-vp Service new Profane vsurping sacred Aron's Dew But how ingrate requit'st thou God in this He of a Servant made thee King of His Thou of a God mak'st him a horned Steer Sett'st Altar against Altar and the deer Cleer Star of Truth beclouding with the vail Of thine Ambition mak'st all Israel fail And fall with-all into the Gulf of Death So deep alas that from thence-forth vn-eath Could th' operation of so many Miracles In their hard hearts re-print the Sacred Oracles One-day the while this Priest-King sacrifiz'd To 's clov'n-foot God in Bethel self-deviz'd A zealous Prophet from the Lord there came Who boldly thus his brutish rage doth blame O odious House O execrable Cell O Satans Forge O impious Shop of Hell Accursed Altar that so braves and hoasts Against the Altar of the Lord of Hoasts Behold from Dauid shall a King return That on thy stones thine owne Priests bones shall burn Thus sayth the Lord and this shall be the Sign Prodigiously to seal his Word in mine Thou now in th' instant shalt in sunder shatter And in the Air shall thy vile cinders scatter Take take the Sot sayd then th' vngodly Prince And as he spake in rage-full vehemence Reacht-out his arm but instantly the same So strangely withered and so num became And God so rustied euery ioynt that there But as the Body stird it could not stir Th' vnsacred Altarsodain slent in twain And th' ashes flying through th' vn hallowed Fane Blinde the blinde Priests as in the Sommer oft Simile The light white Dust driv'n by the Winde aloft Whirling about offends the tendrest eye And makes the Shepheards with-out cause to cry O holy Prophet prayes the Tyrant then Deer man of God restore my hand again His hand is heal'd But obstinate in ill In His Calf-service He persevers still Still runs his Race still every day impairs And of his Sins makes all his Sons his heirs The King of Iuda little better proves His Fathers by-paths so Abijam loves The People pliant to their Princes guise Forget their God and his drad Law despise God notwithstanding of his speciall grace Entails the Scepter to the sacred race Of his deer Dauid and he bindes with boughs Of glorious Laurels their victorious brows And evermore how-ever Tyrants rave Som form of Church in Sion will he haue Aza Abijam's Son Iehosaphat The son of Aza rightly zealous hate All Idol-gods and warring with success Dung Isaak's Fields with forrain carcases In Aza's ayd fights th' arm armi-potent Aza Which shakes the Heav'ns rakes Hils Rocks doth rent Against black Zerah's ouer-daring boast That with drad deluge of a Million Hoast O'r-flow'd all Iâ—dâ— and all sacking fell Transported Afrik into Israel He fights for His who seeing th' Ammonite The Idumaean and proud Moabite In Battail ray caus'd all his Hoast to sing This Song aloud them thus encouraging Sa sa my hearts let 's cheerly to the charge Having for Captain for Defence and Targe That glorious Prince to whom the raging Sea Hath heertofore in foming pride giv'n way Who with a sigh or with a whistle rather Can call the North South East and West together Who at a beck or with a wink commands Millions of millions of bright-winged Bands Who with a breath brings in an instant vnder The proudest Powrs whose arrows are the Thunder While yet they sang fell Discord reaching-far Description of Discord Hies to the Heathen that encamped are Clean through her mantle tatterd all in flakes Appears her brest all-over gnaw'n with Snakes Her skin is scarr'd her teeth for rage do gnash The Basilisk with-in her eyes doth flash And one by one she plucks-off in despight Her hairs no hairs but hissing Serpents right And one by one she severally bestowes-'em Through all the Camp in every Captains bosom Blowes every vein full of her furious mood Burns every Souldier with the thirst of bloud And with the same blade that she died once In valiant Gedeon's Brother-slaughtered Sons She sets the Brother to assail the Brother The Son the Sier and deerest Friends each-other The swords new draw'n against their Enemies Miraculous slaughter of the Heathen by their mutual swords diuided among themselues Now new revolted hack their owne Allies And Mars so mads them in their mutuall Iar That strange turns civill civill houshold War Proud Edom heaws Moab and th' Ammonite Amon hunts Edom and the Moabite Moab assaults Amon and Edom too And each of them wars first with th' other two Then with themselues then Amon Amon thrills Moab wounds Moab Edom Edom kills From Hoast to Hoast blinde-fold Despair in each Disports her self those that are one in speach Vnder one colours of one very coat Combat each other cut each others throat Rage-full confusion every-where commands The Confusion of such a Camp so together by the cares Against his Captain the Lieutenant stands The Corporal vpon his Seriant flies And basest Boyes against their Masters rise Nay drad Bellona passeth fiercely further Th' owne Vnkle doth his owne deer Nephew murther The Nephew th' Vnkle with the like repayes Cosen thrils Cosen Kins-man Kins-man slayes Yea even the Father kills his Son most cruell And from one Belly springs a bloudy Duell Twins fiercely fight and while each woundeth other And drawes the life-blood of his half-self Brother Feels not his owne to fail till in the place Both fall as like in fury as in face But strength at length not stomach fails in either And as together born they die together The faithfull Hoast drawes neer and gladly goes Viewing the bodies of their breath-les Foes Men Camels Horse som saddled som with-out Pikes Quivers Darts lie mingled all about The bloudy Field and from the Mountains nigh The Rav'ns begin with their pork-porking cry Heer seems an Arm a Giant late did owe As if it would to a Dwarf 's shoulder growe A Princes hand there knowen by pretious signes Vnto the arm of a base Porter ioyns An olde-Man's head heer to a Stripling 's neck And there lean buttocks to a brawny back Heer of a Body iustly cloven in two The bloudy tripes are trailing to and fro There fiue red fingers of a Hand cut-off Gripe still the truncheon of a steeled staff And there at-once all broached on one Lance Lie three braue Horse-men in a deadly Trance Chariots vnfurnisht and vnharnest stood Over the spoaks vp to the naves in blood Th' Engaddian Snowes melt in vermilion streams And now no marvell Iaruel warmly
a storm at Sea All topsie-turned by th' Aeolian slaues Do mount and roule Heav'ns war against the Waters And angrie Thetis Earth's green bulwarks batters A sable ayrso muffles-vp the Sky That the sad Saylers can no light descry Or if som beam break through their pitchy night 'T is but drad flashing of the Lightning's light Strike strike our saile the Master cries amain Vail misne and sprit-sail but he cries in vain For in his face the blasts so bluster ay That his Sea-gibberish is straight born away Confused Cries of men dismay'd in minde Seas angry noise lowd bellowing of the winde Heav'ns Thunder-claps the tackles whisteling As strange Musicians dreadfull descant sing The Eastern winde driues on the roaring train Of white-blew billows and the clouds again With fresh Seas crosse the Sea and she doth send In counter-change a rain with salt y-blend Heav'ns headlong seem in Thetis lap to fall Seas scale the skies and God to arm this All Against one ship that skips from stars to ground From waue to waue like Balloons windie bound While the sad Pilot on a foamy Mount Thinks from the Pole to see Hells pit profound And then cast down vnto the sandie shole Seems from lowe Hell to see the lofty Pole And feeling foes within and eek without As many waues so many deaths doth doubt The Billows beating round about the ship Vncauk her keel and all her seams vnrip Whereby the waters entring vncontroul'd Ebbing abroad yet flowe apace in hold For euery Tun the plied Pump doth rid A floud breaks in the Master mastered With dread and danger threatning euery-way Doubts where to turn him what to doo or say Which waue to meet or which salt surge to flie So yeelds his charge in Sea to liue or die As many Cannons 'gainst a Castle bent Simile Make many holes and much the rampire rent And shake the wall but yet the latest shock Of fire-wingd bullets batters down the Rock So many mounts that muster 'gainst this Sail With roaring rage doo this poor ship assail But yet the last with foaming fury swoln With boistrous blasts of angry tempests boln Springs the main-mast the mast with boystrous fall Breaks down the deck and sore affrights them all Pale Idol-like one stands with arms a-cross One moans himself one mourns his childrens loss One more than Death this form of Death affrights Another calls on Heav'ns vn-viewed Lights One 'fore his eys his Ladies looks beholds Another thus his deadly fear vnfolds Curst thirst of gold O how thou causest care My bed of Doun I change for hatches bare Rather than rest this stormie war I chose T' enlarge my fields both land and life I lose Like piezless plume born-vp by Boreas breath With all these wings I soar to seek my death To Heav'n and Hell by angry Neptune led Where least I scape it all these sails I spread Then thus another Sure no winde quoth he Could raise this Storm som rarer Prodigy Hath caus'd this Chaos cause of all our grief Some Atheist dog som Altar-spoyling theef Lurks in this ship com Mates by lot let 's trie To saue the rest the man that ought to die 'T is I quoth Ionas I indeed am cause Of this black night and all the fearfull flaws Of this rough Winter I must sole appease By my iust death these wrath-full wrackfull Seas Then vp they heave him straight and from the waste Him suddainly into the Sea they cast The King of Windes calls home his churlish train And Amphitritè smooths her front again Th' Air 's cloudy Robe returns to crystal cleer And smiling Heav'ns bright Torches re-appeer So soon as Ionas to them all appease O're head and eares was soused in the Seas Thrice coms he vp and thrice again goes down Vnder the waves yer he do wholly drown But then he sinks and wretched roul'd along The sands and Oase and rocks and mud among Thus thus he cries with lips of zealous faith Mercy my God shew mercy Lord he saith Then God who ever heares his childrens wish Provided straight a great and mighty Fish That swilling swallow'd Ionas in her womb A living Corps laid in a living Toomb Like as a Roach or Ruff or Gudgeon born Simile By som swift stream into a weer forlorn â—risks to and fro aloft and vnder dyves Fed with false hope to free their captive lyves The Prophet so amazed walks about This wondrous Fish to finde an issue out This mighty Fish oâ— Whale-like huginess Or bigger-bellied though in body less Where am I Lord alas within what vaults In what new Hell doost thou correct my faults Strange punishment my body thou bereav'st Of mother earth which to the dead thou leav'st Whither thy wrath drives me I do not knowe I am depriv'd of air yet breathe and blowe My sight is good yet can I see no skie Wretch nor in Sea nor yet a-shore am I Resting I run for moving is my Cave And quick I couch within a living Grave While thus he plain'd the third day on the sand The friendly Fish did cast him safe a-land And then as if his weary limbs had been So long refresht and rested at an Inn He seems to flie and com'n to Niniue Your sins have reached vp to Heav'n quoth he Wo and alas wo wo vnto you all Yet forty dayes and Ninive shall fall Thus Ionas preacht But soon the Citizens Sincerely toucht with sense of their foul sins Dispatch in haste to Heaven Repentance sad Sweet-charming Prayer Fasting hairy-clad Repentance makes two Torrents of her eyes Her humble brow dares scant behold the skies Her sobbing brest is beaten blew and black Her tender flesh is rent with rugged sack Her head all hoar'd with harty sorrows past With dust and ashes is all over-cast Prayer's head and sides and feet are set about With gawdy wings like Ioves Arcadian Scout Her body flaming from her lips there fumes Nard Incense Mummy and all rich Perfumes Fasting though faint her face with ioie she cheers Strong in her weakness young in aged yeers Quick health's preserver curbing Cupid's fits Watchfull purge-humors and refining-wits Then Faith Grand Vsher of th' Empyreal Court Vshers these Legats by a golden Port Into the Presence and them face to face Before th' All-Monarch's glorious Throne doth place Where zealous prostrate on her humble knee Thus Prayer speaks in name of all the Three God slowe to wrath O Father prone to grace Lord sheath again thy vengeance sword a space If at thy beam of Iustice thou wilt waigh The works of men that wander every day If thou their metall by that touch-stone try Which fearfull-sounding from thy mouth doth flie If thou shalt summ their Sins which pass the sand Before thee Lord who shall indure to stand Not Ninive alone shall perish then But all this All be burnt to ashes clean And even this day shall thy iust wrath prevent The dreadfull Day of thy last Dooms event This world to
God dild you he will none He lâ—aues his Suit and thus he saith anon What should I doo with such a wanton Wife Which night and day would â—ruciate my life With Ieloux pangs sith every-way she sets Her borrow'd snares not her owne hairs for Nets To catch her Cuckows with loose light Attires Opens the door vnto all lewd Desires And with vile Druggs adultering her Face Closely allures th' Adulterer's Imbrace But Iudge the best suppose saith he I â—â—nde My Lady Chaste in body and in minde As sure I think yet will she Me respect That dares disgrace th' eternall Architect That in her pride presumes his Work to tax Of imperfection to amend his tracts To help the Colours which his hand hath laid With her frail fingers with foul durt berayd Shall I take her that will spend all I have And all her time in pranking proudly-braue How did I doat The Gold vpon her head The Lillies of her brests the Rosie red In either Cheek and all her other Riches Where-with she bleareth sight and sense bewitches Is none of hers it is but borrow'd stuff Or stoln or bought plain Counterfeit in proof My glorious Idol I did so adore Is but a Visard newly varnisht ore With spauling Rheums hot â—umes and Ceruses Fo fy such Poysons one would loath to kiss Iwed at least I ween I wed a Lass Yong fresh and fair but in a year alas Or two at most my lovely lively Bride Iâ— turn'd a Hagg a Fury by my side With hollow yellow teeth or none perhaps With stinking breath swart-cheeks and hanging chaps With wrinkled neck and stooping as she goes With driveling mouth and with a sniveling nose The Queen thus pranked proudly gets her vp But sadly though to her gilt Palace top And spying Iehu from the window cry'd Art thou there Zimri cursed Paricide Fell Maister-killer canst thou chuse but fear For like Offence like punishment severe Bitch cryes the Duke art Thou there barking still Thou Strumpet Thou art Cause of all this Ill Thou brought'st Samaria to Thine idol-Idol-Sin Painting and Poysning first thou broughtest in To Court and Country with a thousand mo Loose Syrian Vices which I shame to showe Thou brought'st-in Wrong with rapine and Oppression By Periurie supplanting Mens Possession And Life with-all yea Thou hast been the Baen Of Peers and Seers at thy proud pleasure slain Thou life of Strife thou Horse-leach sent from Hell Thou Drouth Thou Dearth Thou Plague of Israel Now shalt thou dye Groomes is their none for me Quick cast her down down with her instantly O tickle Faith O fickle Trust of Court The perfection of Court-ship These Palace-mice this busie-idle sort Of fawning Minions full of sooths and smiles These Carpet-Knights had vow'd and sworn yer-whiles Promis'd protested vnto Iezabel Rav'd Brav'd and band like Rodomont in Hell That in her cause they every Man would die And all the World and Hell and Heav'n defie Now Icy Fear shivering in all their bones Makes them with Fortune turn their backs at-once They take their Queen between their traytorous hands And hurl her headlong as the Duke Commands Whose Courser snorting stamps in stately skorn Vpon the Corps that whilom Kings had born And to fulfill from point to point the Word Elijah spake as Legat of the Lord The doggs about doo greedy feed vpon The rich-perfumed royall Carrion And Folk by thousands issuing at the Gate To see the sight cry thus as gladther-at Ses ses heer Doggs heer Bitches doo not spare This Bitch that gnaw'd her subiects bones so bare This cruell Cur that made you oft becom Saints Torturers and many a Prophets Tomb This Whore of Baal tear her so small that well No man may say Heer lyeth Iezabel Iehu's drad Vengeance doth yet farther flowe Curst Achab's issue he doth wholly mowe He slayes more-over two and forty men Of Ahaziah's hap-les Bretheren Baal's idoll Clergy he doth bring to nought And his proud Temple turns into a Draught Good proofs of Zeal But yet a Diadem Desire of Raign keeps from Ierusalem His service due content at home by halves To worship God vnder the form of Calves His Son and Nephews track too-neer his trace And therefore Shallum doth vn-horse his race The murderer Shallum after one Months Raign By Manahem as murdrously is slain The traytor Manahem's wicked-walking Son By trayterous Pekah vnto death is don And so on Pekah for Pekaiah's death Hosheah's treason treason quittanceth Aproud in grate perfidious troublous King That to Confusion did Samaria bring Their Towns trans-villag'd the Ten Tribes transported To a far Clime whence never they reverted Soiourn in forein soyl where Chobar's streams Serve them for Iordan Basan Chison seems While Assur's scorn and scum of Euphrates Dance vp and down th' Isaacian Palaces Drink their best Nectars anchor in their Ports And lodge profanely in their strongest Forts But changing air these change not minde in Iewry For though fierce Lions homicidial fury Make them retire vnder th' Almightie's wing Their Country Gods with the true God they ming They mix his Service plough with Ass and Ox Disguise his Church in suits of Flax and Flocks Cast in one wedge Iron and Gold together Iew-Gentiles both at-once but both is neither There is a Tale that once the Hoast of Birds Tale of the Batt And all the Legions of Groue-haunting Heards Before the Earth ambitiously did striue And counter-plead for the Prerogatiue Now while the Iudge was giving audience And either side in their seem-Rights defence Was hot and earnest at the noyse-full Bar The neuter Bat stood fluttering still afar But she no sooner hears the sentence past On the Beasts side but shuffling her in haste Into their Troop she them accompanieth Showes her large forhead her long ears and teeth The Cause was after by Appeal remov'd To Nature's Court who by her Doom approv'd The others Plea then flyes the shame-les Bat Among the Birds and with her Chit-chit-chat Shee seems to sing and proud of wings she playes With nimble turns and flyes a thousand wayes Hence beak-les Bird hence winged-Beast they cryed Hence plume-les wings thus scorn her either side Hence harlot hence this ever be thy Dole Be still Day 's Prisoner in thy shamefull hole May never Sun vile Monster shine on thee But th' hate of all for ever may'st thou be Such is this People for in plentious showrs When God his Blessings vpon Isaak powrs Application Then are they Isaak's Sons but if with thunder He wrath-full tear the Hebrue Tree in sunder These Traytors rake the boughs and take the Fruit And Pagans then the Iews they persecute And such are those whose wily waxen minde Takes euery Seal and sails with euery Winde Not out of Conscience but of Carnall motion Of Fear or Fauour Profit or Promotion Those that to ease their Purse or please their Prince Pern their Profession their Religion mince Prince Protestants Prince Catholiks Precise With Such a Prince with other
soile Yee steeled Tooles of slaughter wounds and warres Be you condemn'd to hang and rust a while Or not to languish in so fruit-lesrest Be you transform'd to husband-furniture To plow those fields you haue so oft deprest Of if you cannot leaue your wonted vre Leaue at the least all mutinous alarmes And befrom hence-forth Iustice lawfull Armes SONNET 26. O Paris know thy selfe and know thy Master As well thy heav'nly as thine earthly guider And be not like a Horse who proud of pasture Breakes Bit and Reanes and casts his cunning Rider Who nill be Subiects shall be slaues in â—ine Who Kings refuse shall haue a Tyrant Lord Who are not moou'd with the milde rods diuine Shall feele the furie of Heav'ns venging Sword Thy greatnes stands on theirs that weare the Crowne Whereof th' hast had now seuentie sauing seuen Thinke one sufficient soone to pull thee downe Kings greatnes stands on the great King of Heav'n Knowing these two then Paris know thy selfe By Warres afflictions and by PEACES wealth SONNET 27. Swell not in pride O Paris Princely Dame To be chiefe Citie and thy Soueraignes Throne Citie nay modell of this totall Frame A mighty Kingdome of thy selfe alone The scourge that lately with paternall hand For thine amendment did so mildely beat-thee If any more against thy Kings thou stand Shall proue that then God did but only threat-thee Wert thou a hundred-thousand-fold more mighty Who in th' Olympike Court commands the thunders In his least wrath can wrack thee most Almighty Thebes Babel Rome those proud heav'n-daring wonders Lowe vnder ground in dust and ashes lie For earthly Kingdomes euen as men doe die SONNET 28. But O my sorrowes â— whither am I tosâ— What shall I bloodie sweet ASTREAS Songs Re-open wounds that are now heal'd almost And new-remember nigh-forgotten wrongs Sith stormes are calmed by a gentle Starre Forget we Muse all former furie-moods And all the tempests of our viper-Warre Drown we those thoughts in deep-deep Lethe floods O but alas I cannot not-retaine So great notorious common miseries Nor hide my plaint nor hold my weeping raine But ' mid these hidious hellish out-rages I 'le showe and prooue by this strange spectacle Our ciuill PEACE asacred Miracle SONNET 29. As he that scap't from Ship-wrack on a planke Doubts of his health and hardly yet beleeues Still faintly shiuering on the feare-les banke That through that fraile helpe certainly he liues As he that new freed from strange seruitude Returnes againe to tread his natiue allies Seemes still to feare his Patrons rigour rude And seemes still tugging chayned in the Gallies So alwaies ruth ruine and rage and horror Of troubles past doo haunt me euery-where And still I meete Furies and gastly Terror Then to my selfe thus raue I rapt with feare From pleasures past if present sorrow spring Why should not past cares present comfort bring SONNET 30. We must not now vp braid each others crimes Committed wrongly in the time of Warre For we haue all alas too often-times Prouok't the vengeance of the Lord too farre Some robbing Iustice vnder maske of Reason Some blowing coles to kindle-vp Sedition Some 'gainst their King attempting open Treason Some Godding Fortune Idol of Ambition Alas we know our cause of maladie All apt t' accuse but none to cleanse th' impure Each doth rebuke but none doth remedie To know a griefe it is but halfe a cure Is it our sinnes let 's purge away that bane For what helps Physicke if it be not tane SONNET 31. Who cloake their crimes in hoods of holines Are double villaines and the Hypocrite Is most-most odious in Gods glorious sight That takes his Name to couer wickednes Prophane Ambition blinde and irreligious In quest of Kingdomes holding nothing holy Think'st thou th' Eternall blinde as thou in folly Or weake to punish Monsters so prodigious O execrablevizard canst thou hide thee From th' All-pierce Eye are treason rape and murder Effects of Faith or of the Furies-order Thy vaile is rent the rudest haue descride thee 'T is now apparant to each plaine Opinion Thy hot Deuotion hunted but Dominion SONNET 32. 'T is strange to see the heat of Ciuill brands For when we arme vs brother against brother O then how ready are our hearts and hands And Wits awake to ruine one another But come to counter-mine 'gainst secret treason Or force the forces of a stranger foe Alas how shallow are we then in reason How cold in courage and in camping slowe Fraunce onely striues to triumph ouer Fraunce With selfe-kill Swords to cut each others throat What swarmes of Souldiers euery where doo float To spend and spoile a Kingdomes maintenance But said I Souldiers ah I blush for shame To giue base Theeues the noble Souldiers name SONNET 33. Is' t not an endles scandall to our daies If possible our heires can credit it That th' holy name of PEACE so worthy praise Hath been our Watch-word for a fault vnfit That the pure Lilly our owne natiue flower Hath been an odious obiect in our eyes That kingly Name and Kings heav'n-stablisht power Hath been with vs a marke of trecheries T' haue banisht hence the godly and the wise Whose sound direction kept the State from danger Yea made their bodies bloody Sacrifice And to conclude seeking to serue a Stranger T' haue stab'd our owne but O Muse keepe that in The fault 's so foul to speake it were a sinne SONNET 34. I waile not I so much warres wastefull rigours Nor all thy ruines make me halfe so sorie As thy lost honour Fraunce which most disfigures Losing thy loyaltie thy Natiue glory From Moores to Moscouites O cursed change The French are called Faith-les Parricides Th' yerst-most-prince-â—oyall people O most strange Are now Prince-treachers more than all besides With vs Massacres passe for Pietie Theft rape and wrong for iust-attaind possessions Reuolt for Merit Rage for Equitie Alas must we needs borrow the transgressions And imperfections of all other Nations Yerst onely blamed for inconstant fashions SONNET 35. Not without reason hath it oft been spoken That through faire Concord little things augment And opposite that mightiest things are broken Through th' vgly Discord of the discontent When many tunes doe gently symphonize It conquers hearts and kindly them compounds When many hearts doe gentle sympathize In sacred frendship there all blisse abounds Alas if longer we diuide this Real me Loosing to euerie Partizan apart Farewell our Lillies and our Diadem For though it seeme to breath now somewhat peart Our sinnes I feare will worke worse after-claps And ther 's most danger in a re-relaps SONNET 36. O how I hate these partializing words Which showe how we are in the Faith deuised Is' t possible to whet so many Swords And light such flames 'mong th' In-one-Christ-baptized Christians to Christians to be brute and bloody Altars to Altars to be opposite Parting the limmes of such a perfect Body While Turkes with Turkes doo better faâ—revnite We