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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29149	Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.; Tenth muse lately sprung up in America	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1678 (1678)	Wing B4166; ESTC R22624	114,811	269

But in the eighth against his Prince rebels The ninth came Nebuchadnezzar with power Besieg'd his city temple Zions tower And after eighteen months he took them all The Walls so strong that stood so long now fall The cursed King by flight could no wise fly His well deserv'd and foretold misery But being caught to Babels wrathfull King With children wives and Nobles all they bring Where to the sword all but himself were put And with that wofull sight his eyes close shut Ah! hapless man whose darksome contemplation Was nothing but such gastly meditation In midst of Babel now till death he lyes Yet as was told ne're saw it with his eyes The Temple 's burnt the vessels had away The towres and palaces brought to decay Where late of harp and Lute were heard the noise Now Zim Jim lift up their scrieching voice All now of worth are Captive led with tears And sit bewailing Zion seventy years With all these conquests Babels King rests not No not when Moab Edom he had got Kedar and Hazar the Arabians too All Vassals at his hands for Grace must sue A total conquest of rich Egypt makes All rule he from the ancient Phraohes takes Who had for sixteen hundred years born sway To Babilons proud King now yields the day Then Put and Lud do at his mercy stand VVhere e're he goes he conquers every land His sumptuous buildings passes all conceit Which wealth and strong ambition made so great His Image Judahs Captives worship not Although the Furnace be seven times more hot His dreams wise Daniel doth expound full well And his unhappy chang with grief foretell Strange melancholy humours on him lay Which for seven years his reason took away VVhich from no natural causes did proceed But for his pride so had the heavens decreed The time expir'd bruitish remains no more But Goverment resumes as heretofore In splendor and in Majesty he sits Contemplating those times he lost his witts And if by words we may ghess at the ●eart This king among the righteous had a part Fourty four years he reign'd which being run He left his wealth and conquests to his son Evilmerodach Babels great Monarch now laid in the dust His son possesses wealth and rule as just And in the first year of his Royalty Easeth Jehojakims Captivity Poor forlorn Prince 〈◊〉 had all state forgot In seven and thirty years had seen no jot Among the conquer'd Kings that there did ly Is Judah's King now lifted up on high But yet in Babel he must still remain And native Canaan never see again Unlike his Father Evilmerodach Prudence and magnanimity did lack Fair Egypt is by his remisness lost Arabia and all the bordering coast Warrs with the Medes unhappily he wag'd Within which broyles rich Croesus was ingag'd His Army routed and himself there slain His Kingdome to Belshazzar did remain Belshazzar Unworthy Belshazzar next wears the crown Whose acts profane a sacred Pen sets down His lust and crueltyes in storyes find A royal State rul●d by a bruitish mind His life so base and dissolute invites The noble Persian to inva●e his rights Who with his own and Uncles power anon Layes sie●ge to 's Regal Seat proud Ba●●n The coward King whose strength lay in his walls To banquetting and revelling now falls To shew his little dread but greater store To chear his friends and scorn his foes the more The holy vessels thither brought long since They carrows'd in and sacrilegious prince Did praise his Gods of mettal wood and stone Protectors of his Crown and Babylon But he above his doings did deride And with a hand soon dashed all this pride The King upon the wall casting his eye The fingers of a hand writing did spy Which horrid sight he fears must needs portend Destruction to his Crown to●s Person end With quaking knees and heart appall'd he cries For the Soothsayers and Magicians wise This language strange to read and to unfold With gifts of Scarlet robe and Chain of gold And highest dignity next to the King To him that could interpret clear this thing But dumb the gazing Astrologers stand Amazed at the writing and the hand None answers the affrighted Kings intent Who still expects some fearful sad event As dead alive he sits as one undone In comes the Queen to chear her heartless Son Of Daniel tells who in his grand-sires dayes VVas held in more account then now he was D●niel in haste is brought before the King VVho doth not flatter nor once cloak the thing Reminds him of his Grand-Sires height and fall And of his own notorious sins withall His Drunkenness and his profaness high His pride and sottish gross Idolatry The guilty King with colour pale and dead Then hears his Mene and his Tekel read And one thing did worthy a King though late Perform'd his word to him that told his fate That night victorious Cyrus took the town V●ho soon did terminate his life and crown VVith him did end the race of Baladan And now the Persian Monarchy began The End of the Assyrian Monarchy The Second Monarchy being the Persian began under Cyrus Darius being his Uncle and Father-in-law reigned with him about two years CYrus Cambyses Son of Persia King Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring She daughter unto great Astiages He in descent the seventh from Arbaces Cambyse● was of Achemenes race VVho had in Persia the Lieftenants place VVhen Sardanapalus was overthrown And from that time had hel● it as his own Cyrus Darius Daughter took to wife And so unites two Kingdomes without strife Darius unto Man●a●a was brother Adopts her son for his having no other This is of Cyrus the true pedegree VVhose Ancestors were royal in degree His Mothers dream and Grand-Sires cruelty His preservation in his misery His nourishment afforded by a Bitch Are fit for such whose ears for Fables itch He in his younger dayes an Army led Against great Cress●● then of Lidia head Who over-curious of wars event For information to Apollo went And the ambiguous Oracle did trust So overthrown by Cyrus as was just Who him p●asues to Sardis takes the Town Where all that dare resist are slaughter'd down Disguised Cressus hop'd to scape i' th' throng Who had no might to save himself from wrong But as he past his Son who was born dumb With pressing grief and sorrow overcome Among the tumult bloud-shed and the strife Brake his long silence cry'd spare Cressus life Cressus thus known it was gr●at Cyrus doom A hard decree to ashes he consume Then on a wood pile set where all might eye He Solon Solon Solon thrice did cry The Reason of those words Cyrus demands Who Solon was to whom he lifts his hands Then to the King he makes this true report That Solon sometimes at his stately Court His Treasures pleasures pomp and power d●d see And viewing all at all nought mov'd was he That Cressus angry urg'd him to express If ever King

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