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A03786	Egypts favorite The historie of Ioseph, divided into foure parts: 1. Iosephus in puteo: or, the vnfortunate brother. 2. Iosephus in gremio: or, the chaste courtier. 3. Iosephus in carcere: or, the innocent prisoner. 4. Iosephus in summo: or, the noble favorite. Together with old Israels progresse into the land of Goshen. By Francis Hubert, Knight, and sometime one of the six clarkes of his Maiesties High Court of Chancerie.	Hubert, Francis, Sir, d. 1629.	1631 (1631)	STC 13903; ESTC S104272	40,316	129

EGYPTS FAVORITE The Historie of IOSEPH divided into foure parts 1. Iosephus in Puteo or The vnfortunate Brother 2. Iosephus in Gremio or The chaste Courtier 3. Iosephus in Carcere or The innocent Prisoner 4. Iosephus in Summo or The Noble Favourite Together with old Israels Progresse into the Land of Goshen By Francis Hubert Knight and sometime one of the Six Clarkes of his Maiesties High Court of CHANCERIE LONDON Printed by A. M. for L. Chapman and are to bee sold at his Shop at the vpper end of Chancery Lane next Holborne 1631. THE STATIONER to the READER Courteous Reader I need not by these few lines invite thee to survey this ensuing divine Poemè the true worth that it containes hath saved mee that labour The Authour her●of being my worthy Friend ere hee had fully perfited the same was himselfe translated to the place of all perfection and changed the Egypt of this world for the full fruition of a celestiall Canaan In his life my desertlesse selfe was so endeared vnto him that he pleased to bestow vpon me the Copie thereof and I haue taken the paines to make that publique which was before smoothered in silence and perhaps might haue beene buried in oblivion Many yeeres sithence he writ a Worke intituled The Historie and Raigne of EDVVARD the second with his miserable and cruell death But the same being by supreamest Authoritie forbidden to bee printed was for a long time charily kept us a Iewell in his secret Cabinet or rather amongst divers other Workes of his excellently well composed as a chiefe ornament of his owne priuate Librarie till at length some Sacrilegious hand pardon mee if I so tear me it stole this Wedge of Gold and for gaine without allowance of Authority or knowledge of the Author brought it to the Presse but so much drosse was mixt therewith such foule faults escaped the 〈◊〉 ●● that it had almost quite lost its first par● To remedie this the Authour was induced 〈◊〉 vse me as an Instrument to print the 〈◊〉 it was originally composed the which with his assistance I effected but the sale thereof was so hindered by the former Impression of the false Copie that the true one found little or no successe Now once againe gentle Reader I haue ventured to present to thy view this second Worke of the same Author which if the reading thereof may both profit and pleasure thee I shall reape a satisfaction of mine owne desires and thy selfe good contentment for time so well expended Farewell L. C. THE AVTHORS INVOCATION NOr high Olympus nor PerNassus hill Nor fam'd Pierian Sisters I implore The Poets Patrons to assist my quill A higher pitch my Eagle-Muse aoth soare Thou that taughtst Ishai's youngest sonne to sing The Songs of Sion with thy heau'nly deawes Inspire my heart as thou didst Sions King And sacred drops into my quill infuse Thou that didst loue the voyce of that sweet Singer And Davids golden Harpe in tune didst keepe Teach me that heau'nly Instrument to finger Who Dauid-like now sing to Israels Sheepe Thou Sonne of David Davids Lord and King Assist my Muse for now shee takes her wing EGYPTS FAVORITE IOSEPH in PVTEO OR The Vnfortunate Brother 1 Of all the worldly blessings which frō heau'n Like gracious dew did fall on Iacobs head I doe not thinke there was a greater giu'n Then were the sons that from his loynes were bred 2 It is a Cordiall to the Fathers heart To see himselfe so often multiplide The like was never made by Chimick Art There 's no extraction of such strength beside 3 And in this blessing Iacob had a part For Iacobs Zodiaque had twelue seu'rall Signes I meane his sonnes whose influence did impart A powrfull strength to him and his designes 4 Of all the rest I was his pretiest boy And to my father from my cradle deare Sonne of his age therefore perhaps his ioy As by my partie-livery may appeare 5 Or else perhaps 't was for my Mothers sake To whom his soule with chaines of loue was tyde Which caus'd him cherefully to vndertake Twice seu'n yeeres seruice to make her his Bride 6 O Loue thou art the perfect Adamant Which breakes all Hammers wearies euery arm● Thou hast no sense of danger or of want No apprehension of ensuing harme 7 But thou art carried in a full carreere With highest speed to vvhat thou dost desire Labours are sweet and difficulties deere To compasse that vvhereto thy hopes aspire 8 Vnwearied loue or labours not at all Or else at least doth make all labours light Witnesse my father Iacob Labans thrall Or Rachels rather for to speake more right 9 Faint with heau'ns frost by night heau'ns fire by day Which though distastfull Iacob yet puts over Thinking all Moneths alike for one sweet May O such a thing it is to bee a Louer 10 And well it may be that I was affected For my dead mothers sake whom he held deare But sure it is that I was much respected And Rachels loue in Ioseph did appeare 11 For he did loue mee more in truth and shew Then all the children that he had beside Who thereupon did discontented grow His loue to me made me to be envy'de 12 Alasse that from a root so sweet should spring So noysome and so venemous a flower But thus we see it holds in cuery thing Great fortunes great affections place and power 13 Are subiect to great envie men will hate That eminence which they cannot attaine It may be Natures fault it may be Fate It may be Custome vvhich few can restraine 14 What Ere the cause be that 's th' effect we see Eu'n brothers of one backe will make it good My fathers loue had fatall been to me If gracious heau'n had not their wils withstood 15 He loues they hate and to fill vp the streame And swell the humour of their ranckling hate So God would haue it I must haue a dreame Which foolish lad to them I did relate 16 Dreames are the Daughters of the silent Night Begot on divers Mothers most most vaine Some bred by dayes-discourse or dayes-delight Some from the stomacke fuming to the braine 17 Some from Complexion Sanguine Constitutions Will dreame of Maskes Playes Revels Melody Some of dead bones and gastly apparitions Which are the true effects of Melancholly 18 And some are meerly forg'd to private ends And without doubt some are Propheticke to Which gracious God out of his goodnesse sends To warne vs what to shun or what to doe 19 Or to discouer what in time will come Either for priuate or for pu●lique weale Such was my dreame a true presaging one Which to my brothers thus I did re●cale 20 Me thought we were together in the field Binding of sheaues Mine riseth stands vpright Your sheaues encompasse mine but stoope an● yeeld And honors mine Dreamer we know your spright 21 The brethren say shalt thou rule ouer vs Thou Lord it so Proud boy it shall not

Are entertayn'd by him with much respect Nothing that might content them was omitted Yet miserie meetes often with neglect 47 Sweet Natures doe behold calamitie With Eyes of pittie not of churlish scorne 'T is base to triumph ouer misery To treade vpon a poore deiected worme 48 Would'st thou behold the Picture of a slaue This very Caracter shall speake him right Bee sure to find him insolentlie braue Against that man whom fortune doth despight 49 Hee is a fearefull Tyrant to affliction A Phalaris vnto a sinking state Nor doth he weigh the causes of deiection 'T is fault enough to be vnfortunate 50 Ioseph is better moulded He doth well And gently vse his charge though in distresse Affliction 's wayward apt to s●et and swell It need not to be gall'd with bitternesse 51 I know not how these Lords did spend the day But in one night they both fell on a Dreame Dreames a●e the daughters of the wine some say But this was no such vapour no such steame 52 Ioseph as was his vse doth early wake Sad Care and quiet sleepe were euer foes A thinking soule doth heauie Eye-lids make For want of timely rest and sweet repose 53 His Charge his Care was great and soone he rises And rising finds his prisners much perplext To tell the cause he gently them advises And fairely ask'd what so their temper vext 54 They answere freely They had seene that night A Vision or a Dreame they knew not whether And this the rather did them so affright Because what it should meane they cannot gather 55 But Ioseph then replies Dreames are from God That God whom Ioseph serues please you vnfold The same by me they may be vnderstood Which cannot be expounded if not told 56 Gladly they tell the Youth what they had seene And first the Butler doth his Vision shew Me thought quoth he I saw a Vine all greene Put forth three stocks and frō those stocks did grow 57 Leaues branches grapes that were both ripe faire ●nto my hand me thought I tooke the cup And prest the grapes The King was debonaire Receiu'd the liquour fairely drunke it vp 58 Ioseph replies The Dreame is very good ●nd noble Lord this is th'interpretation ●y the three stockes three dayes are vnderstood That will restore thee to thy former station 59 And when my Lord before the King shall stand And giue him wine as hee was wont to doe And hee shall take the Goblet from thy hand Remember Ioseph Partner of thy woe 60 And by thy noble selfe I thee adiure Who now canst tell what is a Pris'ners case Remember me to Pharaoh and procure My liberty from this delightlesse place 61 VVho am a stranger and by force was brought Out of my natiue Countrey to this land Sold by my brethren and by Merchants bought And why kept here I scarsely vnderstand 62 Thus Ioseph thought it fit to vse his friends To compasse his deliuerance if hee can He must vse meanes that will attayne his Endes Good fortune hath forlworne a carelesse man 63 VVee must not thinke that wish'd felicitie VVill drop downe from the cloudes like showers o● raine Our selues must watch all opportunitie Vse all Endeuour if wee vvill attayne 64 VVhat vvee desire Some say that Iupiter Doth tell his blessings and the price wee pay Is our ovvne labour and they much doe erre VVho thinke by standing still to end their vvay 65 But I goe on vvhen Ioseph had fore-told The Butler thus It seemes the Diuination Did likevvise Please the Baker vvho grevv bold To tell his Dreame hoping like Explanation 66 Mee thought hee sayes I bo●re vpon my head Three Baskets full of bak'd meates and of bread And round about the vppermost there fled Birds of the Ayre that from that basket fedde 67 The Augure sayes Three baskets three dayes bee In fine vvhereof prepare to loose thy head And thou shalt hanged bee vpon the Tree And vvith thy flesh The Birds and Rauens bee fedd 68 The houres spend quickly and that very day The third I meane the Critick of the dreame VVas Pharaoh's birth day As the Text doth say VVherein hee feasts the Nobles of his Realme 69 And to make good what was divin'd before The King the Baker hangeth by command But did the Butler to his place restore Who gaue againe his Cup into his hand 70 And this great Lord so must I call him now Regaining Honour promises forgot And as some Courtiers doe neglects his vow Per Dures made such vowes we know bind not 71 Why should he take to heart anothers harme He had no feeling how poore Ioseph far'd Himselfe hee thanks his starr●s was well warme What others suffred he nor felt nor car'd 72 Indeed we doate vpon our selues too much And that divides vs from all due respect Nature we see doth often loose her touch Then 't is not strange that strangers should neglect 73 The loving service and kind entertaine Of honest Ioseph are forgotten quite Looke what he did was b●t for hope of gaine And all he did no more then was his right 74 Vnthankfulnesse is euer apt to find At least some colours wherewithall to paint Good turnes receiu'd vve giue vnto the wind And in requitall we are dull and faint 75 Because it is no pleasing Meditation For mounting men that are to greatnesse growne Alwayes to thinke vpon their Obligation And what an answering kindnesse must be showne 76 Two yeeres of dayes run on and all this while The Butler drunke with honour soundly sleeps No care of Ioseph and of his exile He dreames not and his vow therefore not keepes 77 And here my musing thoughts are at a stand And I doe more then marvell that so long Poore Ioseph scap'd the knife the bloody hand Of his enraged Lord vvhose thought of vvrong 78 Of most vnworthy wrong as he might deeme Might whet him to the worst of punishment But graunt that Time did coole his boyling spleene And that the malice of his madnesse spent 79 On it's owne matter did extinguish so As fierie meteors in th● fee●ing Ayre The vapors being consum'd whence they did grow Cease of themselues but that his Dames dispayre 80 Of euer now attayning her blacke ends Arm'd with the furie of neglected loue Impatient with reuenge which neuer lends One thought of peace but doth with madness moue 81 To bring his plotted Tragedie to act And so to free her selfe from all her feares How she I say should so long time protract As not to worke his end within these yeeres 82 Is more then my conceit can diue into But O thou deepe vnsounded Providence We must admire what thou art pleas'd to doe And not survey thy workes by our vveake sense 83 Thicke clouds and darknesse doe encompasse thee And are about thy great Pauilion Wonder wee may and must adorers bee Of all thy workes but we must let alone 84 All curious Queres and all busie prying Into those secrets which thou dost

are fast asleepe And our owne Conscience to the Barre will hale vs. 97 Beside there is no profit in his blood Where by his sale there may arise some gaine Let vs respect both his and our owne good Such pleasing motions are not made in vaine 98 Iudah prevailes Out of the pit they draw him They play the Merchants and to Merchants sell The louely Boy And when these strangers saw him They offred ready Cash they lik'd so well 99 Of siluer twentie pieces was the price They pay the Money and they take their ware And now the brethren studie a devices To cloake their sinne that is their chiefest care 100 At length they doe this stratageme devise They staine with blood of a slaine Kid or Goat To cast a must before their fathers eyes The Ensigne of his loue the partie Coat 101 That they resolue to bring vnto their Sire And say they found it so with blood defil'd A murderer will euer prooue a lyer How easely is an honest heart beguil'd 102 Thy I ambe into the field why hast thou sent Why made such wolues the keepers of thy sheepe Shall we condemne mens actions by th' euent When all successe is buried very deepe 103 Into a fathers heart how could it sinke So many sheep-hear●s Butchers all should be How could old Israel once conceiue or thinke That such sowre Crabs should grow vpon his tree 104 The stocke was good that hee had grifted in And God had blest it with much goodly fruit And as ●heir birth so had their breeding bin His precepts and their practise did not sute 105 But say he might mistrust some of his sonnes Simeon and Leui had been soyl'd in blood But this within no reach of reason comes That such a generall guilt should taint his brood 106 That all his sonnes should so conspire in one To ●pill the blood of a poore Innocent Where was his Iudah when it should be done Without all doubt he neuer would consent 107 Besides no cause nor colour did appear Why they should be so cruell to a brother A vertuous soule that in its selfe is cleare Is hardly drawne to thinke ill of another 108 And yet we see brother did brother kill Long before this Cayne innocent Abel slew But sure there was this diffrence twixt their ill That was a single Duell they but two 109 But this vvas tenne to one yet I confesse One of the tenne was touch'd vnto the heart And shew'd at least some sparkes of tendern●sse And sau'd his life by taking of his part 110 And yet it seemes he saw him in the pit Yea in the pit the Embleme of his graue But blame not Reuben ' ● was a worke of wit Or honest wit vvhose purpose was to saue 111 For he did meane the lad home to haue led Witnesse the rending of his clothes and haire When he return'd found not suppos'd him dead It seemes that in the s●le he had no share 112 But when the deed vvas done he was content ●o hide his brothers shame to tell a lye In vice how easely multi●udes assent How quickly sinne with sinne doth multiply 113 Most men haue itching fingers to shed blood And to Reuenge as to a Feast they goe But vnto actions honest fayre and good We creep like snayles or men benumb'd with snow 114 But whither strayes my Muse By this the Boy Arriues at Egypt Iacobs heart doth burne To beare some tidings of his long-mist Ioy And vvith strange tidings loe his sonnes returne 115 He reades their message written in their face But cannot rea●e the tablets of their hearts Sad lookes at least and sighs must seeme to grace That Tragedie vvherein they play'd their parts 116 But O wee know that lookes are often lyers Who can iudge truely by the out ward shew We practise how to pal●iate our desires No more of man but the bare barke we know 117 And yet it may be they vvere touch'd indeed With sad remembrance of their fact so soule There are some wounds that inwardly doe bleed And gastly lookes come from a troubled soule 118 Vice well may paint her face and maske her brow And looke aloft with a bold strumpets eye But Conscience what a biting vvorme art thou Whē thine own thoughts do giue thy looks the lie 119 Where is my sonne quoth Iacob vvhere is hee Why doe I not behold my Iosephs face Loe this is all of him that vve did see The brethren sayd and then they shew'd his case 120 And vvhen old Israel saw this killing sight A wicked beast he cries hath slaine my sonne Good aged Father thou art in the right It was a beast indeed a bloodie-one 121 That monster Envie seyzd vpon thy child And with his Harpies Tallons grip'd him so That from thy sight Ioseph is exild And thou art left to waste thine age in woe 122 Meane while me thinkes I see these fratricides Hanging their heads as it with sorrow smitten False complement foule actions often hides For hearts are seldome in the fore-heads written 123 Well though you could deceiue a poore old man Who would not think that from his Cristall spring Should slow such muddy streames goe if you can And blind Heau'ns eye that sees marks euery thing 124 Whose present Iustice though it seeme to sleep● Will su●ely wake and call you to the Barre The Court of Heau'n a Register doth keepe Where all our daily deeds enrolled are 125 Therefore dissembling men goe make your peace Pr●pare whilst you haue time or your account Let your true teares petition for release Teares ●gainst waters nature vp will mount 126 Eu'n to the highest Heau'ns and there will crie For grace and mercie gainst your crying sinne There is great vertue in a weeping eye And teares dumbe Orators when you beginne 127 To plead for pardon seldome sue in vaine You are successefull advocates of ours Marble is pierc'd with often drops of raine How thē is mercy mou'd with such sweet showers 128 But all this while doth Iacob dwell in teares Why should he longer liue now Ioseph's slaine Loue whilst the loued liues is full of teares And dead then griefe begins his tragique raigne 129 And the more strong and fervent that it was So much the more it breakes forth into passion A heart halfe hote breathes forth a cold alas And sutes it selfe in blacke perhaps for fashion 130 But the sad soule that 's truely touch'd indeed With losse of that which it did hold so deare A long time after of that wound doth bleed And eu'n till Death the scarre will still appeare 131 So Iacob will go mourning to his graue Though all his sonnes and daughters doe their best To comfort him but hee 'l no comfort haue His heart was kild before in Iosephs breast 132 Good kind old Father cheare thy selfe againe Hope in the bottome of the basket lies It may bee that thy Ioseph is not slaine Loue is too often full of ielousies 133 Thou shalt suruiue