fosters and defies Frenzies Furies wayward Elues What need we call for Whip or Scourge Their punishment what need we vrge Their Selfs Errors scourge themselues Feare hunts the Coward at the heel The Cruell still Revenging steel Ruine Him that Ruine seeks Heauy Revenge on hainous Crimes Yea in the Sin the Plague some-times Heauens iust hand so iustly strikes Sorrow and Shame for what is past Care of the present Feare fore-cast Of the danger yet to-come Make all false Pleasures shorter seem And sharper too in pain extreme Then euen Paine it selfe to some If I be merry I am mad Say the Severe if Sober-sad Merry Greeks me Meacock call Is' t possible for any-Man At-once to please doe what he can God Himselfe the World and all Who Greatnesse haultily affects Who Great Things happily effects That is hated This envy'd But hoping Greatnesse who so haps To faile or fall in After-Claps Him the Vulgar dare deride VERTVE is vanquisht by her Foes Whose Tryumph euen their Fore-head showes 'T is a shame to be ashamed But shall I tell and tell thee trew Thy Fate the Fruit that shall ensew Shame-less shame-full life vntamed This Fate then falls to bee Thine owne Such shalt thou reap as thou hast sown Wages like thy Worke expect Who heere their Dayes in Euill spend Shall suffer Euills with-out End Such is Minos Doom direct Then swagger stagger spend and spoyle Steale and conceale and keep a coyle Quickly shalt thou all forgoe Kill conquer triumph down again Shalt thou bee cast bouz beat disdaign Th' End 's at hand and comes not slowe The Wise bewaile Mens Follies rife And faine would cure their Vitious life With Receits of heauenly Skill But Sin-sick Fooles what-ever prick Benumbd by Custome lethargike Care not feare not feele no ill Who knoweth much much ill he knowes Who little reaks much good forgoes Hence perplexed Doubts hee casts What is great Knowledge What so much Of Learning or of Book-Skill such But great Blazes and light Blasts While Plato sportiue doth despise The sullen Cyniks Slouen-guise Hee as fast on th' other side Doth Plato's Pomp as much condemn And trample-on Were both of them Who can tell me Wise or Wide Democritus heere laughes a-good Heraclitus there weepes a Flood Glad and sad would mend vs faine But now so stubborn-stiffe is Man That Teares nor Tunes nor Ought else can Faults restore nor Fates restraine Sloath neuer wanteth Want for Mate Thrift Sweat and Labour macerate Eyther in their issue languish So Health is neuer without Sin Nor Sicknes without Paine with-in Outward Ache or inward Anguish Service is to the Lofty minde A Curb a Spur to th'abiect Hinde Seld or neuer stoopes the Will The Vulgar voice the Common Cry Is Welcome Welcome LIBERTY Good for good but ill for ill A Griefe it is alone to bee But more to haue ill company More or lesse alas by This Appeareth plain when all is donne As Proof hath found that vnder Sunne Heer 's no full no perfect Blisse Who neuer yet himselfe could please What can content What vse What Ease What availeth Wealth at will Needy and naked heere I liue To die it doth me nothing grieue But to perish and liue still I look to Heaven and there alas With Fear I see my Iudges Face Auditing my Summes of Sin I thinke of Hell and then I burn Like Aetna then to Earth return Cares and Fears there neuer lin This feele I thus I iustly fare O Man learn quickly and haue care Sacred Duties to obserue This Life is rife in Troubles sore But yet alas a Million more Our Rebellion doth deserue Much like or worse then former Age The futures Face wee may presage Better seldome comes they say Now Right now Wrong now Good now Ill Now Fiend now Frend now God now Will Seem to haue alternate Sway. Nothing is gratis giuen nor got Each labours more or lesse God wot With the hand or with the head None without Art or Vertue thriue Nor Art nor Vertue all atchiue Onely These not alwayes sped What should I seeke or sue for much To liue at Rest Content is Rich. Fortune often is too-free And often kills where shee 's too-kinde But had we once an equall Minde Wee should all Contented bee But euery one is too-secure In sunny Dayes and in obscure Too-deiected in Desire Hence ouer-faint or ouer-full Too-pyned or too-plentifull Fry we all with inward Fire Now Dust her dustic Brood expects Come Earth to Earth of either Sexe Pleasure trembles at her Call Cryes-out of Haste complaines of Heaven But Paine and Sorrow narrow-driven Are well pleasd anâ— easd with-all Who giues me grace to gush-out Teares And lends me space to poure forth Prayers Yet both seeming to neglect 'T is God the dreadfull Sinners Scourge The gratious God which oft doth purge Ills with Pills in his Elect. Behold me Thou that didst bestow Thy Sonne on Mee Forgiue me Thou That didst suffer for my Sin Assist and stay me euermore Thou Thou that heere so oft before In my brest a Guest hast bin Regard vs Lord vnworthy though Thy Glory seek thy Mercy showe Enimies approach apace We faile we fall we cannot stand Our Foes will haue the vpper hand But Thou help vs with thy Grace Witnes my Selfe that heer lie slain But by Thy Touch reuiu'd again Glad to liue to liue to Thee And yet desire to be dissolv'd When my due Date shall be revolv'd As more happy farre for Mee Shew me the Holy Land which flowes With Milke and Hony Saints Repose Traine mee in the new Commerce In the New Art of Better Life Then farewell Muses fare-well Strife In Thy Courts I will conuerse I cannot strike Apollo's string Study for Heav'n and timely ring Sacred Aaron 's golden Bell Nor sing at-once the Thespian Songs And serue my Countrey as belongs Therefore MVSES heere Fare-well FINIS CERTAIN EPIGRAMMS of the same M r. H.S. Translated Dedicated To my deer-affected due-respected D r. HALL D r. HILL I Owe You Each a larger Summ Why bring I then to Both a Crumm To shew you Both My Shifts to liue Euen faine to Borrow what I giue But better so then blushless steal Others Conceipts or Debts conceale Til more my Might diuide this Myte A Larke they say is worth a Kite Some Greater greater things present Of lesser Worth or worser meant GOD measures not our Work but Will Doe You the like and loue me still I. S. EPIGRAMMS 1. Of a King EXtirp 1 extoll 2 knowe 3 keep 4 loue 5 learne 6 from High Bad 1 Good 2 Thy Self 3 The Lawes 4-path Peace 5 to Dye 6. 2. Of a Lawyer Liue iust Iustinian still shield 1 shun 2 suppress 3 Good-mens Good 1 Cause Bribes 2 Brawling 3-Peeuishnes 3. Of a Physician He that can Cure the Sick and Keep the Sound Shall be My Leach Whether He Kill or Wound 4. Of a Diuine Knowe GOD know'n teach Him as thou teachest treaâ— So shall thy Flock
his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor
caus'd the Owners die In sted of Barley and the best of Corn Grow nothing there but Thistles Weeds Thorn Heere IOB surceast The fourth Booke 〈…〉 H◠〈…〉 Three fore-named Friends â—m â—rth â—ech â—s hopeless of their ends Sith IOB â—stiâ— still maintâ—in'd his right Of Râ—g 〈◊〉 his own proper sight Theâ— angâ—y Zeal began to swelt and swel In Elihú the sonne of Barachel Thâ— Buzâ—te borne and of the Race of Ram Bâ—th against IOB began his wrath to flame Becausâ— â—s tâ— of his words imply'd Rather Himselfe then GOD he iustifi'd And also Those his â—oe-friends for so strict Condemning IOB vntry'd and vnconvict His modestie him hitherto with-held As giuing place to others of more Eld But seeing IOB to a full Period come And th' other â—hree without Reply as dumb His Zeal burst out and Thus in briefe began I must confesse I am too young a man T' haue interrupted you so old before In This Dispute and therefore I forbore I was in doubt I durst not speak till now My weak Opinion and present it you For Dayes thought I Yeers can farther reach And long Experience Wisedom best can teach Men haue a Soule Reason's light inherit But Wisedom is inspir'd by th' Holy-Spirit Which bloweth where it will worketh free Not ty'd to Age nor to Authoritie For Great men alwaies are not wisest found Nor the most Ancient still the most profound Therfore awhile to Me giue eare I pray And let Me also mine Opinion say I well obseru'd your words with diligence I scann'd your Reasons markt your Arguments Yea neer and narrow haue I watcht waigh'd What Each of you and All of you haue said Yet is there None of you apart or ioynt Conuinces IOB or answers to the Point Lest You should say We Wisedom compass can GOD will evince him not the VVit of Man For Me Me yet he neuer did gain-say Nor doe I mean to answer him your way Here-with amaz'd they stil continuing mute Without Reply or shew of more Dispute For I expected yet some Speech from some â—waited still and when as none would come I will said I now prosecute my part To giue my 〈◊〉 from a single heart For I am full of matter to the top My Spirit within me straines me stirres me vp My Brest is like a Wine-Burt wanting Vent Ready to burst or Bottles like to slent I 'll therefore speak that I may yet re-spire And ope my mouth to fanne mine inward fire Yet None I pray from Me the while expect Smooth soothing Titles personall Respect For soothing Titles knowe not I to giue Nor should I would my Maker let me liue 〈◊〉 â—3 NOw therfore IOB hark with attentiue beed To all the Words that from me shal proceed For what I speak premeditated is Not out of Passion or of Preiudice But most sincere and from a single heart Out of cleer Knowledge without Clowds of Art One the same of the same Mass of Mire Made Me as Thee did my Spirit inspire Feare not therfore if Thou haue ought to say Oppose and answer put thy Words in ray I am according to thy wish to plead And parley with thee in th' Almighties stead And yet a Man My Terrors shall not fright thee Neither my hand with heauy Tortures smight thee Lo Thou hast said I heard markt it well In Mee there none Iniquitie doth dwell I am Vpright and Clean and Innocent Yet as a Foe Hee is against mee bent Hee picks occasions to inflict mee Stroaks Sifts all my Waies and sets me in the Stocks And lo in This euen in This saying so Thou art not Iust for if thou know'st not know That GOD is Greater then All Men then Why Striu'st Thou with Him whose supream Soueraignty Yields vs no Reason nor Account at all Of His high Counsailes Why or How they fall For once yea twice to Man th' Almighty speaks Yet Man perceiues not or it little reaks By Dream or Vision of the Night in Sleep Vpon his Bed or in some Slumber deep Then opens He Mens eares him reuealeth And sweetly there their meet Instruction sealeth To turn a Man from his intended Ill And hide the Pride of his ambitious Will To keep his Soule back from the brink of Hell And saue his Life from Death Dangers fell Some-times He 's also chast'ned on his Bed With grieuous Sicknes from the foot to head Incessant burning in his Bones and Bloud So that he â—oatheth the most dainty Food His Flesh consumed his Bones so high That they appeare as an Anatomie His Life and Soule draw neer vnto the Pit The Graue doth gape Worms doe wait for it If with Him be a holy Messenger One of a Thousand an Interpreter To shew to Man the Iustice of his GOD In his Correction with his sharpest Rod And rightly humbled re-aduance the Meek By Faith aboue his Righteousnes to seek And pray to Him He will propitious stand And to his Seruant He will Thus command Deliuer him from going to the Graue I am appeas'd a Ransome found I haue Then than a Child shall fresher be his Flesh He shall return vnto his Youth afresh Then shall he call on GOD and GOD shal be Right gracious to him He with ioy shall see His glorious Face For He will render than He will impute His Righteousnes to Man He visits Men and if that any say I haue offended I haue gone astray I haue miss-done I haue peruerted Right Oh! I haue sinn'd had no profit by 't He will deliuer from Infernall Doom His Soule his Life from an vntimely Toomb Lo all These things doth GOD do twice or thrice Oft and again to Man too prone to Vice To re-reduce his Soule from Death's dark Night To be enlightned with the liuing Light IOB mark it well And harken farther yet What I shall speak saue when thou seest it fit If ought thou haue to answer or obiect Speak on in GOD's Name for I much affect To iustifie and cleer thee if I may If otherwise if nought thou haue to say Lift and obserue with silence I beseech And I shall teach thee Wisedom by my Speech SO he proceeded and said furthermore Caâ— â— Heare Me ye Sages Men of Skilfull lore For as the Palate doth discern of Food Th' Eare trieth Words how they be bad or good Let 's then debate This Matter among vs Examine it and what is right discuss For IOB hath said O! I am Iust Vpright And yet saith He GOD hath bereft my Right Should I belye my Cause My thrilled Wound Is past all Cure and yet no Crime is found What man like IOB himselfe so ouer-thinks VVho wilfully Contempt like Water drinks VVho with the Wicked Vngodly walks Iumps iust with Them in their language talks For he hath said Man hath no profit by 't To walke with GOD and in Him to delight But heare me now all yee that vnderstand O! be it
euer did good for meer Goodnes cause This Baen of Soules and that same Fopperie Of old sirnamed Dysidaimonié Whose hart deiect with Terrors ouer-strong To feare God 's Iustice doth his Mercie wrong Right Seruile Feare with Errors foolify'd Haue driuen Eusebia hence els wheare to bide Because th' one loues not th' other miss-beloues What best to fear and least presume behoues The Angell therefore ferrets euerie nook And narrowly her wonted haunts dooth looke In euerie Cloister and in euerie Cell Where Folk belieu'd that She did euer dwell Yet nothing findes hee of her anie-wheare Saue some old track or footing heer and there No though he visite the austerities Of famous Abbayes and faire Nunneries But in Her stead he meeteth euermore One of These Haggs in euerie Couent Doore Dresst in a habite of so humble showe That hard it was the difference to knowe Yet at the last prying on euerie side Her as conceald in a by-place hee spi'd Where with incessant teares shee stayd to rew And to bewaile our Errours old and new Amid an humble Troupe whom like Desire To loath the VVorld and from it to retire Had made preferre a poore and meane estate Yea Want itself in place so separate Before the Wealth the Honours and Delights Where-with the World inueigles as inuites As choosing rather heer to lose all These Then lose thereby their Soules eternall Ease In this sequestred place prostrate in Prayer Best Antidote gainst Hopes-pride and Despaire The Two grand Poisons of Soules Faculties The Angell found Eusebia on her knees Their Talk was short the Time inportun'd so In brief therefore hee doth his Message showe Acquaints her quickly VVhence and Why he came Then She eftsoones consenting to the same Away they post in a swift Aierie Coach Towards the place where all the rest approach The generall Rendez-vous for all This Act VVhere yet alas the Ladie Dice a lackt For th' Angell tasked to goe seek her forth Sees her no more conuersing on the Earth Nor findes her sitting as she wont of-old On Princes Thrones and Prelats vncontrould Nor among Magistrates which are the Tongue And Life of Lawe t' interpret Right and Wrong Where-at amazed and desiring more To sound what reason Men could yield therefore Assumes a Bodie bearing in his hands A bagg of VVritings and seem-Deeds for Lands Comes to a Hall all full of Murmuring Of people pricked with the angrie sting Of fel Eridea who her Venome sheds Euen into Boores and Paisants harts and heads By Her keen furie as wiith Brizes stung And by Merimnè and Dapania wrung In This great Hall vnknow'n vnto Repose Stalks that stern Furie either among those Of her owne Frye or 'mong the wretched Crew VVhom Her hard Gripes had made in vain to rew A Rank of Seats each vnto other fixt And euery-one a sundrie Name affixt Bordred the Walls smoakie with age'and foule Perches of manie plumie-pownced Fowle Whose nimble Quills haue learnd to flye for that Rich Minerall which makes men peace and prate There was no Order a lowd-buzzing Presse VVith whirling Eddies hurry'd without cease Full of all Sorts of Priests of Gentlemen Merchants Mechaniks Grooms and Husbandmen Each iustled other crowding to and fro As heer and there the stream did ebb and flowe This yauld that brauld another beat the Barr One woo'd the Iudge another vrg'd him farr This proues Default That pleads a Warrantie This auoides Witnes That appeals more high Another fleering dooth his Aduerse flowte With Rod in hand the Vshers trudge about A world of Lawyers swarm'd yet some had leasure As least imploy'd the Places length to measure All boyld with Discords one no sooner don But instantly another New begun With such a Noise as soundeth neer the Shoare When towards a Storm the Sea beginns to roare Hard-by this Ocean which Night only stilld Appeerd an Old-man as one deeplie illd And inly galled for some grieuous Losse With eyes lift-vp pale cheeks and armes acrosse Whom th'Angell spying towards him he speeds And seeming Mortall by his Shape and weeds Good Father sayd hee so to sound his minde Where might I think you Lady Dicea finde VVhom I haue sought already far and neer And surely thought now to haue found her heer Dicea my sonne said the Old-man well-nigh Gushing out Teares which stood in either eye And sending forth a deep-fet Sigh before Dicea alas is in the World no more That Fire which only Death hath power to quench That fel Desire no Deluge else can stanch The burning Thirst of Worldly Goods and Gold And all Sinns taught to warr against her bold Haue forc't her to forsake this wretched Frame And fly again to Heauen whence first she came Or if in Earth she yet haue anie Stance 'T is with the Chinois Turkes or Scythians But in This Climat hardlie dooth appeer Anie small signe to showe she hath bin heer Cruell Adicea in her Roome is sett Hate Fauour Fraude and Madame Counterfait Out of all Courts hunting all Conscience quight Make of Right crooked and of Crooked Right Art and Deceipt keep thear their open Schooles Reason and Lawe are but the phraze of Fooles For Law and Reason are now waigh'd by Sleight In golden Scales where only GOLD is waight Thus the Old-man proceeding still complaind Till th'Angell thus his Blasphemies restraind Alas good Father your fresh Grief I see For some great Suite late lost vnhappily From your sad lipps this bitter language drawes Excusable perhaps for your Grief's Cause But th' eye of Passion ill discernes the truth This hauing spoken the Celestiall youth Turns to another lesse disturb'd in minde And likewise askes Where he might Dicea finde Hee more discreet and milder-spoken farr Replyes My Sonne sure verie few there are Yea of the wisest who best vnderstand That easily can answer thy demand For One perhaps will think her to be there Whereas another seeming wrongd will swear By Heau'n and all that in it Heau'n containes That not a spark nor mark of her remaines Each holding her present or absent still As his owne Cause hath thryued well or ill But I 'll assure thee and past all Appeal That in this Place shee dooth not alwayes dwell Sometimes shee comes and brings for Companie Honor and Faith and old Integritie But the strange Tricks of a bold babbling Dame Call'd Quiddi-quirk as barbarous as her Name Molest her so that soon they driue her hence For Both at-once haue no-where Residence And Plutus too her many-times dismaies With that sweet Power whereby the world he swaies Causing her oft return with heauie cheer And that 's the Cause she stayes so seldom heer Oft haue I seen her on the souverain Seat In that high Senate whose Edicts compleat Sway all the Kingdome and if anie-where I sure belieue you yet shall find her There If those Abuses whose bold Tyrannie From other Thrones hath driuen her openly Haue not crept-in by some close Golden Port But farr bee That from such a
magnifie a King Nor dignifie the Sceptre in his hand So manie millions iustly to command As I who after this worlds Diadem Find them a-new in New Ierusalem That God himself-vouchsafes to watch Their state Becoms Their Counsaile Their Confederate Their Rock their Refuge from their Enemies And gets them daily glorious victories That without Mee no Vertue is compleat And that in That which maketh truly Great I passe the rest and all the best They can As farre as God in Greatnes passeth Man Eusebia heer concluding her discourse Dicea began her Title to enforce I haue said shee long lent you eare a-like Yet from your Reasons and your Rhetorike I gather nothing from the most of you But Vsurpations of Mine honors due While mine own Noursling from my side you steale Wherein with Iustice you scarce iustly deale For if of Vertues any worthy bee To raign as Kings eternall Companie And with more lustre their great Names do grace I I am Shee may iustly claime that Place As shee alone who by One duety doo Make happy Kings happy Subiects too Shee that of all the Graces from aboue Acquire them most their Peoples hate or loue Shee that the Stock of Traytors doth extinguish She that good Kings from Tyrants doth distinguish Shee that to Each due Recompence imparts According to their good or bad Desarts Shee without whom the rife-full strife-full sound Of Mine and Thine would all the World confound Not that I am so inly blunt or blind As not to value Valours valiant mind Or not to see What Benefits to Kings Sacred Eusebia and Phronésia brings But saue Eusebia whom I honour more Then all the Greatnes Worldlings most adore Not one of you produceth her effects So fortunate and free from all defects But oftentimes some euill them succeeds Which equalls oft their Good somtimes exceeds Much like some Herbs of doubtful fame and force Which cure one Griefe and cause perhaps a worse 'T's a glorious Work tryumphing worthily To win by force a famous Victory To flowre a field with dead to swim in blood To glasse ones Valor in a Crimsin flood â—ut what 's all This but a meer Massacre Of furious Lions not a humane War Vnless the Right of the bright Sword victorious Make the Cause iust the Effect as glorious And are not those so bloody Palmes the while Gathered in Countries ruin'd with the spoile Of Warrs dire fire flaming on euery side Of those sad fields forsaken far and wide O bloudy Vertue for Warre onely fit And for the Mischiefes that doe waite on it Yet least alas her thirstie Steele should rust Within her Sheath too-long restrained must Must men with Tears see their deer Countries spoild Their fields with heaps of slaughtred bodies pyl'd Their Cities sackt their Houses all inflam'd Their treasurs shar'd their wiues daughters sham'd Their tender babes which haue no help but cryes Brain'd broached broyl'd in horrid Sacrifice Sure Noble furie of heroïck harts The hideous Stage wheron thou act'st thy Parts Is too-too-costly to a State too-deer Are all thy Palms thy Glory walks too-neer Deep Miseries Pains Perills Dolors Deaths And dire Euents which not alone the breaths Of Foes bereaue and Foraine States vndoo But wrack withall thine own Domesticks too For what Effects but such nefarious things Haue been the fruits of thousand valiant Kings Whose memories so ring of Battailes yet That euen with bloud their Stories may be writ Leauing their Names iust Arguments of terror Loading the Earth with Monuments of horror Filling both Land and Sea with Gore with Gall And to no purpose topsie-turning All Sith all the gaine of all their Victories Is but a fame of Valiant Robberies Reproachfull praise to Souerain Potentates To Supreme Pastors to high Magistrates Yet most of These haue reapt no other fruit From bloudy labors but This odious Bruit Wheras They should only their Powers imploy To salue to saue and neuer to destroy One onely King no further Name is need Iustly constraind to arme mount his steed By force to enter to his Own by Right Hath sacred all his Art his Hart his Might To 's Empires good and chasing War away Makes Peace approu'd his Valors daughter ay The rest still greedy of new Isles new Indes Haue raisd such storms with their Ambitious windes As in their own Seas haue nigh sunk Themselues And cast their Subiects vpon Rocks and Shelues Where through more woes they euen with tears behold How ill it is to haue a King too Bold Now for your PrudeÌ„t but meer Prudent Kings Too-much Discourse w ch froÌ„ their iudgmeÌ„t springs Oft makes them timerous loth to take-in-hand To lose their time while waiting Time they stand And daring nothing but Discoursing still To Err as much as Those that dared ill Or makes them more in Worldly matters heer Subtile and sharp then loyall and sincere So that as They of dangers heedfull are Of Them no lesse behoues it to beware I will not say that many times the grounds Whereon the worlds blind foolish wisdom founds Are Contrarie vnto the solid Base Which heavns true wisdom euery where doth place So that one Thought neuer it selfe extends Nor can at once to two so diuers Ends No more then can the sight of mortall eyes 〈◊〉 one same instant Heav'n and Earth comprise What shall I say of Thee and doe thee right Sweet S t. Eusebia Gods own deere Delight Thou fillest Kings indu'd with Thy desires With sacred feruour of Celestiall fiers Thou mak'st their Liues a liuely speaking Lawe To rule their Subiects more by Loue then Awe But yet thou mak'st if Thou alone be Theirs Them too-too-slack in other Kingly Cares Too-mew'd in Peace in War too-scrupulous And think so much of Heavn that Earth they lose And Euergésia praising Thine Effects Amid the best well may we doubt defects For what in Kings more Heavn-like seems to all Or God-like more then to be liberal Yea liberal Princes seeme euen Gods on Earth Com'n-down froÌ„ Heavn to hunt Despaire Dearth Care Indigence Incomber and the rest Where-with poore Vertue often is opprest Yea euen as Gods Their Names are honord heer And for their Seruice nothing is too-deer The ground of which so great beneuolence In some is Hope in some Experience So that all Vowes all Voices end in Them And as the Sun Their Sceptres brightly beam Yet oftentimes those Bounties of thy hand Proue publique Burdens bitter to a Land When fluent Princes least their Fauors source Should be exhausted haue too-oft recourse To Tributes Imposts and some worse withall Whence Flowers to few to many Thornes befall And Avarice her selfe vniustly fills With what Profusion ouer-fondly spills Nor Thou Eumenia though extold so high As liueliest Type of Heauenly Clemencie And onely Shield of such as dare infrenge My sacred Rules to saue them from Reuenge Thou canst not cleere thee from the confluence Of Euills vs'd to follow Indulgence For by too-sparing Thou doost Vices
Blush besprent Trembling for Fear vntill inviting neerer The courteous General 's gentle words re-cheer-her Sweet-hart I am not I am not so fel â—s false Report hath told fond Israel Who Me for Father I for Children take â— love whom love my Lord their God to make And who do both may be assur'd to have What ever Good Mans heart can hope or crave Which Israel well should finde would they give care â—o that Kings Favour whose drad Power they fear â—hen fear not Thou my Love but tell me free â—he happy Cause that hither bringeth thee O Prince said She with theâ— firm Countenance â—preme for Fortune Wisedome Valiance Of all that ever had Command in Field Or ever manag'd martiall Sword and Shield Although my fraile Sex and weak bodie 's state No longer could endure the wretched fate Wants Labours Dangers and the deep Affright My fellow Towns-folk suffer day and night Yet is not That the Cause that drives me thence Nor That which drawes me to Your Excellence But 't is a never-never-dying Worm Which gnawes my Conscience a continual Storm A holy Fear least I be forc't to eat Among my People some vnlawfull meat For I foresee Sir that our Folk yer long With cruell Famine so extreamely wrung Wil be constrain'd to fill and file them too With vnclean Flesh which GOD forbids vs doo And that the Lord who strikes with iust Revenge Whom-ever dare his dread iust Lawes infrenge Will then without Fight give Thee vp their Place And one of Thine Thousands of Them shall chase Therfore my Lord GOD's Wrath and yours to fly Out of BETHVLIA to your Camp come I Beseeching humbly for your Honors sake That heer no Rigour neither Wrong I take Hee 's more then Wit-less that him wilfull throwes Winking in Dangers that he well fore-knowes And when he may live pain-less and secure â—n Toil-full Fears will his owne Death procure Now please thee grant me in this Vale away From noise and number nightly to go pray Hebrews no sooner shall GOD's Wrath incense But I inspir'd shall shew thine Excellence And then shall I thy valiant Legions lead Over all Iuda and thy Standards spread Shall swell in SION where not one shal dare Lift Launce against thee nor Defence prepare No not a Dog so much as barke at Thine Arms-clashing Army nor their Armors Shine Thy Name alone shall tame the stoutest Troup To Thee the Hils their proudest Tops shal stoup Rivers for Thee their rapid Course shall stay To yeeld Thine Hoste a new vn-wonted way The Prince replies O Worlds sole Ornament Lady as faire as wise and eloquent â—ight Welcome are You and we wish you ever â—n all Contentment with vs to persever â—nd if you proue in Truth and Loyalty â—s you are pleasing to mine Eare and Eye I shall from henceforth worship evermore The mighty GOD you Hebrewes do adore You shall from henceforth only Lady be Both of my Sceptre of my Soule and Me Hence-forth your Name with high Renown shal ring Where Heber Ister Nile and Ganges spring With Licence then soon as the Moon with light Of silver Rayes began to cleer the night The Widow hies to a dark Vale apart Where first she bathes her hands and then her heart Then from her Eyes a luke-warme Rill she showres Then from her Soule this fervent Prayer powres Lord GOD no longer now Thine Aide deny To those that only on Thine Aide rely Lord rescue Those that ready are to spend Their bloods and goods Thine Honor to Defend Lord let our Infants sad and cease-less Mones Our woefull Elders deep and dismall Grones Our Matron's Scrieches Cryes of Virgins faire Our sacred Levit's Day-and-nightly Prayer Perce to Thy Throne to wake thy slumbring Eye Drad GOD of Iustice glorious Father Why Do sulphury Bolts of thy best Thunder light On Carmel's Top and little Hermon smight And let th'Heav'n-threatning Sons of Eearth alone On proudest Ossa prouder Pelion Alas What said I Ah! forgive me Lord This idle rash and vnadvised Word Which in frail Passion my fond Lips did borrow â—rom fervent Zeale of mine vnfained Sorrow No ô Our Lignes sole Piller deerly dread 〈◊〉 knowe Thou shortly wilt their Head be head 〈◊〉 knowe This hand by Thy right hand led out â—hall at one Blowe This Heathen Army rout The end of the fourth Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE FIFT BOOKE FOr blood and marrow in his veines and bones The Vice-Roy feeds new Pains new Passions Which while he shuns he seeks feels yet not knows A dead-live Fire which of Self's Cinders growes For th' Hebrew Lady's rapting Rarities Being now sole Obiect of his Soule 's dimme Eyes Sad peevish pale soft drowsie dream-awake Care of his Hoste he doth no longer take Goes no more out a-nights to set his Watches And Courts of Gard about on all Approches Comes not to Counsail neither gives The Word Nor viewes the Quarters of his Camp nor stir'd As Sheep that misse their wonted Gard Guide Dispersed stray now by some Rivers side Or gurgling Brook now vp down the Downes Now in the Groves now on the Fallow grounds So th' Ethnik Army without Rule or Reine Pursue their Pleasures violent or vaine None will obey None but will now Command Each as him listeth dares him now dis-band Hebrews Why stay you now mew'd in your City Now now or never doth the Time befit-ye To sally on the Foe whose rank Disorder Among themselves themselves in Fight wil murder Nay bouge not though of such a Victory GOD will the Honor have and Author be Yet that blinde Cupid did this Tyrant blinde To take the Town was Day and Night his minde Now day and night he mindes but how to gain A Lady's grace Who taken is not taen Her Soul being temper'd more then Fancy-proof â—er-while th'vndanted mighty Theban rough Could not have fear'd Him with his massie Mace Now but a Glance of a weak Woman's Grace Dismaies him daunts him nay eveÌ„ wounds him deep Past care of Cure and doth him Captive keep â—er-while Ambition with Drums rattling Din A wakt him earely yer the Day peept-in Now Love awakes him and with His Alarms Makes him neglect the Hebrews and their Arms â—er-while he had Princes and Kings at bay Now of Him Selfe hath neither Power nor Sway. Alas alas Vnhappy Change said Hee Must I live Captive to my Captive-Shee Is This alas to live the Body base't The minde as brute and both their Power defac't This 's not a Life or is worse Life to feel Then sad Ixion's on the brazen Wheel Eternall turning or a life in brief Most like the Life of that celestiall Thief Whose ever-never-dying heart and liver On Schythian Rocks feed a fel Vulture ever What boots me t' have subdew'd so many Lands What to have tam'd with my victorious hands All Nations lodg'd betwixt Hydaspes large And th'Haven where Cydnus doth in Sea discharge Sith I am vanquisht by the feeble Might Of Captive IVDITH's Glance What boots
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
be as well taught as fed 5. Of a Iudge Both blinde and lame I iudge Thee best to make Least that thine Eyes miss-giue thy Hands miss-take 6. Of a Husbandman Good-morrow bids the Cock th'Owle bids Good-night To Countrie-Cares I bid GOD speed them right 7. Of a Captaine In War and Peace CHRIST is the sole Commander To lead to God-ward follow still His Standard Of all the Seauen So Rule 1 Plead 2 Practise 3 Preach 4 Doom 5 Delue 6 Direcâ— 7 Climes 1 Causes 2 Cures 3 CHRIST 4 Crimes 5 Turues 6 Troâ—…selâ—… 7 FINIS LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM or The Spirit of Teares Distilled For the vn-timely Death of The incomparable PRINCE HENRY Late PRINCE of WALES By IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM A Funeral Elegie The Argument in an EPITAPH HEre lyes Drie Eies read not This EPITAPH Heer lyes Great-Britans Stay Great Iacob's Staff The stately Top-bough of Imperial Stemme World's richest Iewell Nature 's rarest Gemme Mirror of Princes Miracle of Youth All Vertues Pattern Patron of all Truth Refuge of Armes ample Reward of Arts Worth 's Comforter milde Conquerer of Hearts The Churche's Tower the Terror of the Pope Herôik HENRY Atlas of our Hope HOw-euer short of Others Art and Wit I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfit And shall but light my Candle in the Sun To doe a work shall be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrow's Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes in stead of sweetest Songs This Loss alas which vnto All belongs To All alas though chiefly to the Chief His royal Parents Principalls in grief To All the Peers to all Confederate To All the CHVRCH to all the CHRISTIAN State To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S.P.Q.R. To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to Vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope In Whom with Nature Grace and Fortune mett To consummate a PRINCE as Good as Great In WhoÌ„ the Heavn's were pleas'd to shew the Earth A richer Iewell then the World was worth Or worthy of therefore no more to make So rare a Piece His pretious Moulde they brake O soudain Change O sad Vicissitude O! how the Heav'ns our Earthly Hopes delude O! what is firm beneath the Firmament O! what is constant heer that giues Content What Trust in Princes O! what Help in Man Whose dying Life is but in length a spann Melting as Snowe before the Mid-day Sunn Past as a Poste that speedy by dooth runn â—wift as the Current of the quickest Stream â—ain as a Thought forgotten as a Dream O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earth's Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent Kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Minde O All-admir'd Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer be thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest highest nighest Hope O! how vntimely is this Sunne gonn down This Spark put-out This Ark as ouerthrown This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How graceless How ingrate Haue Wee cut-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak froÌ„ Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hell's suborned Band Of ROMVLIDES What dare not They presumeâ— If this That Sea a Sulphury Sea consume How-e'r it were We were the Moouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no-longer drawâ— Wee all alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd down from Heav'n from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauy Iudgement which yet more doth threat Wee Clergie first who too-too-oft haue stood More for the Church-goods theÌ„ the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weak of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Officers whose Price of euery Place Keeps Vertue out and bringeth Vice in grace Wee Gentrie then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Change with the Moon our Fashion Faith Fate Wee Lawyers then who Dedalizing LAVV And deadding Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our GAYNE Wee Country-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificial Dearth Wee Pourueyors last who taking tenn for two Rob both at once our Prince and People too All briefly all all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Arctines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Batts Harpies Sirens Centaures Bib-all-nights Sice-sink-ap-Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorn of the Vulgar Scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guilty in a high Degree Of This High-Treason and Conspiracie More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure And th'odious Engine which doth all include Our Many-pointed proud INGRATITVDE For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Prinâ—es oftentimes So good IOSIAH HENRY 's parallel Was soon bereft from Sinfull Israel So our good EDVVARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is new taken hence For now Great-BRITAN's great Sinnes Confluence VVee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turn wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turn vs Lord turn to vs turn away Thy Frowns our Fears with humblest Tears we pray O saue our SOVERAIN saue his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SIN To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation Let Each of vs as Each hath throw'n a Dart A Dart of Sinne at HENRY's princely heart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules deuoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZABETH And HIM whose Loue shal render HER her Brother And make Her soon a happy Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Loss Death is to HIM a Gain For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glory for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crowns so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Heart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye
shame In heav'nly Annals are his Acts inrold His Royall Gests are yet in Asia told In Affrike yet his Valour is renownd Through Europe euer shall his Vertues sound And euery-where Ninth LEWIS Great in Fame Seems not a Man's but very VERTVES Name Neuer did Faith Honor Vprightnes raign With Constancie in Soule of SOVERAIN More pious-giuen more fearing-God more Foeâ— To Idol-Rites Religion's ouerthrowe 〈◊〉 more desirous Vertue to preferre â—propagate CHRIST's Kingdom euery-where â—oot-out Vice to raze Idolatry â— raise the Trophies of TRVTH's Victory â—rning with this Desire his best Delight Affrike twice He Crossed Standards pight â—old his Life vnto the chance of War â—ea and Land aduentur'd oft and far â—re seeking Death at last He Durance fand â—in a faith-less loue-less law-less Land â—ere Hee as Gain as to raign did take â—erue suffer for his Sauiours sake â—t all the Battaills won and lost to sing â—ad atchieued by this Valiant King Sack of Damiete the bloudy Spoile â—arazens both on the Shores of Nile â— of the Sea thrice strewed as it were â— Carcases of Pagans slaughtered there Siege of Cairo when braue Victorie â—nd all in Black for His Captiuitie â—acred Terror Maiestike Grace â—h from aboue shin'd in his eyes Face â—n two Turk-Traitors with their Swords in grain â— with the bloud of their late Souldan slain Comming to kill him felt with strange remorse Their furie feebled by a secret force From murderous fists letting their weapons fall When they beheld his face maiesticall His Lybian iourney when to Carthage tho This Champion seemd another Scipio Th' honor he won at Tunis where he crownd His Life Fortunes euermore renownd In briefe to vndertake to tell at large All his Exployts were a more waighty Charge Then can the powers of my weak Soule support And such a Web to weaue in worthy sort Behoues the hand of a more happy Wit Both waâ—p and woofe with golden Threds to fit I therefore quitting th'hopefull Arrogance Sprung from ignoring of our Ignorance Shall thinke My Labour crownd sufficient If this my speaking Pensil Phoebus lent To colour Verses can but duly lim Least-glittering Raies that shin'd with Praise in Hâ— Leauing therefore His Wars discourse to Thoâ— Whose buskind Muse Bellona's march out-goes Whose Numbers thunder whose stile distills Fresh drops of Death from their heroïck Quills â—fty straines as grauely brauely-bold â—owely sound his Laurels less extold â—h He at Peace won in his War with Vices â— happy Toile in holy Exercises â— as I cannot His high Prowes express â—h-less can I with silent Slothfulness â—er Obliuion's rustie keyes conceale â— wondrous Care the right religious Zeale â—h from his Youth ay in his heart had burn'd â—ee The seen House of the Lord adornd â—n this Vertue none hath neer Him come â—l the Kings haue raignd in Christendome â— for We owe to Him the Monuments â—h with his bloud Our Sauiour's Patience â—d in his Passion whose Sight as yet â—es godly Soules in sad-glad sacred Fit â—or abhorring Shepheards bad blind â—ious Care boyld in his zealous Minde â—urn'd his Soule 's soule with a hot desire â— in the Church-Ship none to Charge aspire â—ilfull faithfull carefull Mariners â— apt for all Affaires of Hers â—e holy Labors in couragious sort â—e all Storms may steer into the Port. Deuoured of this Zeale and dreading aye Least He be charged at the latter Day By th' onely Iudge with Vice Ignorance Of those he chose through all the Folds of France To Feed the Flocks vnder his Power ally'd When 's royall office bound him to prouide With wondrous Care did he their liues explore Who-euer had commended them before And neuer gaue he the supreme Degrees Th' Ecclesiastik sacred Dignities But vnto Those whose Life Learning too Were Eminent both to direct and doo To feed as Shepheards as a Watch to Ward To heale the Sick Sound from the Wolf to gard And carefull Stewards in due time to break The Bread of Life both to the strong and weak Not Those whose Eyes deep vaild with Ignorance Or Knowledge stain'd with Sinnes Exorbitance Made like th' old woodden Mercuries erect In publik Wayes the Passage to direct Who with their finger the Right Path did point But with their foote could neuer moue a ioynt How how should Those for Guide Lanternâ— To th' Ignorance of People prone to swerue â—se Ignorance deuoid of Learnings Light â—ot discerne from crooked Waies the right How can Those foule Sin-sick Soules recure â—oÌ„ Patterns more then Precepts would allure â—se Eloquence whose excellence of Wit â—s their Well-saying by Ill-dooing it â—e what they Preach in Practice they denie â—y their Deeds giue their own Words the Lie â—ither the Learned of true Vertue void â—er the Vertuous without Learning's aide â—n the Flock of CHRIST's Redeemed deere â—th'holy Sheep hooks sacred Burthen heere â— that Success which should be wisht by Them â—eek the glory of Ierusalem â—ing and Vertue must together match â— sacred Flocks dulie to Weeld and Watch â—'s their pain who do not lead but driue â—ing like Shepheards while like Wolues they liue â—his good Prince and that same very Thought â— from his hart this holy Speech had brought â—ht forth th' effect He did so thirst to see â— flourish and through th'Industrie â—ourers diuinely Willd and Skilld â—s holy Vine-yard trulie duly tilld Nor was His Care lesse nor much lesse his Zeaâ— Of Lawes support Props of the Publik-Weal So strict he was so precise in Choise Of Those not waighd but by their Merits poize Whom arming with his Sword as Delegates Hee sent amid the Rank of Magistrates Garnisht with Vertues grac't with Learning fit On bright Astréas sacred Thrones to sit His Predecessors winking at the Crimes Or else constraind with Mischiefe of their Times All giuen to Gain greedy of Gold had made Of Offices a miserable Trade Neuer regarding that they set withall Both Innocence Honor Right to-sale Sold to th' insatiate Licence as they please To pill the People vnder showes of Ease And let the Knaue with his full Purse preuent The known long Merit of the Excellent Hee seeing This Abuse to ope the Gate To all Iniustice to confound a State The Guiltie quit the Innocent condemnd Wrong countenanc't Right rated or contemnd And onely Fauour vnder fained Gowne O're-ruling Iudgements Equitie put-downe â—e in Courts vsing her Balance bright â—aight the Parties Money not their Right Ignorance in Dignities supreame â—ing their sacred Chayres with Wrongs extream â—ng too-shame-less too-vnconscionable â—t Shee vnworthy bought vnreasonable â—g in briefe his Realmes neere Ieopardie â— strength of Lawes turnd to meer Robberie â—rant Thefts with Warrant vnder-handed â—onely not condemned but commanded â—e as his Valor quelling all his Foen â—et him quiet on his Fathers Throne â—anisht quite This sad Confusions Cause â— fatal Death of Letters of Lawes â—rding to our Sauiours blest Example â— angry chas't the Chapmen forth
of Marks so mercie-less So impious Pride of hearts so Pitie-less Who burd'ning Subiects more then beare they câ—â— Hold neither God for God nor Man for Man But whither run I on so harsh a string Out of my Tune to tell how This good King Reprou'd bad Princes of his Time for pressing Their People cause-less with vncessant Sessing Let 's re-assume our Song our proper Theam Let 's passe-by Vice rather couering them 〈◊〉 Them recounting in eternall Story â—s returne to sing of Vertues Glory â—ow happy is the Prince who squaring right â—â—cred Lawes the limits of his Might 〈◊〉 in Well-dooing and as Iust as Wise â—ks not himselfe to raign saue Noblewise 〈◊〉 He his People heeds and hearing aye 〈◊〉 iust Complaints doth in due time repay 〈◊〉 euery Monarch with deuotion vowes â—OD Men when first his royall Browes â—er so many solemne Mysteries 〈◊〉 hopeful Subiects wishfull ioyful Cryes â—n the glad-sad sacred Diadem 〈◊〉 instantly from thence-forth puts on Him Robe of Power which those doth much mis-suit â—aue not on rare Vertues richest Suit â—ong such Kings who ay as Right directs â—re their Greatnes by their Good-effects â—y their Fortunes or their Force of hand â—ny Nations vnder their Command â—at illustrious Prince to whom we pay â—k Duties in this Hymnik Lay. â—hile at home he happy Peace inioyd â—uer suffer'd day to vanish voyd Of giuing Audience extending free Fruits of his Iustice vnto each Degree Grieuing in minde grudging at those as lost Less worthy spent although vnwilling most Perswaded sure that with what eye or eare His Peoples Case a Prince doth heed and heare With like the Lord in his extreame Affaires Will looke on Him listen to his Prayers That that same pompous glittering glorious Slauâ— Improperly calld Royall for the Brauery In proper speech by due Experience scand 'T 's an Onerous-Honor a Confin'd Command That Kings were made for Subiects not they Not They for Kings that though both Land Sâ— Adore their Greatnes Lawes Support alone Yet Princes Eares are not indeed their Owne But their own Peoples that doe humbly liue Vnder th' obedience of the Lawes They giue That to be briefe of mightiest Kings that are Labour 's the Glory and their Greatnes Care Such sound Instructions from his Cradle vs'd His vertuous Mother wisely had infus'd Which in his Princely brest digesting milde A Man he practiz'd what he learnt a Childe â—dy to heare the meanest that complaine â—erring wisely such a sacred paine â—re the pleasure of the choicest Sport â—ld be deuisd in Countrey or in Court â—nce in his People such Affection spreads â—y bless his Birth-day the ground he treads â—him their Father with Vowes amain â—uent the Altars for his long-long Raign â— that Wish the Sum of their Desire â—ained All all Prayers could require â—d to beg of Heav'ns eternall Bountie â—king Peace Riches Religion Plentié â—ll the Blessings which ASTREA's hand â—lant or poure vpon a happy Land â—at Tracts of Art What Tropes of Eloquences â—uely represent to modern Princes â— euen Envies Self shall nought controule Self-seuere Integritie of Soule â—e humble patient constant Temperance â—o Successor as yet had in France â—et els-where how-euer euery State â—et admire it none can imitate â—ROPE where euer Vice and Vertue most â—triuen for Empire best worst to boast Hath whilom seen Kings treading in the Path Of notedst Tyrants who with Threatful Wrath And all the Terrors which Man 's Cruell Rage To fright Mankinde had found in former age Restraind their Subiects froÌ„ their Deaths CoÌ„spiring Who so less-daring had the more desiring But This right generous Prince still walking fit Within the Path which Tyrants neuer hit Onely restraind all Publique Insolence By th'euen-born Raines of his own Innocence Giuing so little hold to Mal-contents Taking at sharp Reproofs so small Offence That by effect his Royall Soule did showe That in the same no liuelier Flame did glowe Then a Desire so Temperate to frame-him That all might boldly none might iustly blame â— Smooth Soothers poysoning by the Eare the â— Pernitious Weeds who Ivie-like subuert Distort destroy the Trees you climbe vpon Still feeding Vice with such Contagion That seldom Soules who with Applause approâ— Your praising them do ought Praise-worthy louâ— Vizards of Homage Vertues Pestilence Right ill-come were You to This Vertuous Pri◠〈◊〉 shunning aye Your banefull Whisperings â—â—mmon Poisoners of the publique Springs â—rr'd your presence could better brook â—ss-Fault-finder then a Fawner's look â—uch a Noble Minde remote from Vice â—g true Honor loatheth Flatteries â—â—at pleasure took He how extream Delight â— stories where many times hee might â—w him Seife amaz'd to read the things â— said of Kings which none dare say to Kings â— was he rapt how sweetly extased â— that diuine Eternall Will he read â—e with so liberall iust louing hand â—hares to His the Heav'nly-Holy-land â—at which is said of Alexander's loue â—omer's Works whose graces all approue â—well of Him for honoring the Miracles Heav'nly Author speaking in his Oracles â—h as a precious Treasure richly cas't â—ld Cedar had hee neer him plac't â—g it aye his Ioy of Exercises â— uâ— of Vertues the Curb of Vices â—â—ly his Tublik Cares lent Leasure â—nt â—t not in more contenting pleasure Then That so sacred Studie's Fruit imparts To th'healthy Taste of true God-fearing hearts And well appeared by rare rich Effects Of Vertues shining ouer all his Acts That that diuine Seed happy sowne the while Fell in no Thorny Stony Sandy Soile For if that euer Soule did Vice auoid If euer heer meer humane Spirit inioyd Prowes Pietie Prudence and Iustice mixt Without the Foil of Follies Drosse betwixt FroÌ„ proudest Wrong the poorest Right defendinâ— Disdaining Pleasures towards Vice but tending Milde to the Meek to Malapert austere To good men Bountious to the bad Seuere 'T was This braue Prince WhoÌ„ They do best reseâ— In Whom These Vertues most of all assemble Kings of his Time raigning in East and West Reuéring him for such his Greatnes blest Th' Afflicted Princes chose him for Refuge The Strong for Friend Those at Strife for Iudgâ— When they grew weary to dispute their Cause By th' old sharp Argument Kings Furie drawes When Mars vsurping milde Astréa's room In sted of Words their Swords must giue the Doâ— â—en Iniurie with Iniury repelling 〈◊〉 strength of Lawes by stronger Lawes refelling 〈◊〉 back their Own or Others Claim to barr â—y seek their Right in Might their Peace in War Such was S t. LEWIS and Such was wel-neer Own S t. EDWARD and ELIZA deer 〈◊〉 for Her Sex the Salique Law perchance â—s Her Succession to the Saints of France â—ll prime Vertues of a complete Prince â—ake a Saint-King And if euer Since â—ROPE hath seen or any kingdom know'n â—uing Shrine of Both These Saints in One â—ugh some Suspect of the smooth Soothing Crime â—e grosse Neglect of This Ingratefull Time Envie prone