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Ambitions scourge Described in the morall fiction of Ixyon. By Sands Penuen.
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Penuen, Sands.
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1611
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STC 19615; ESTC S102541
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still possest You did direct me in my crueltie Therefore I 'le drowne you both vntill you die Which since my teares your naturall rhewme refuse Deepe sighes I le make tempestuous to that vse The which shall neuer cease till you they wracke But moue rough billows on my teares smooth backe But whence proceeds this childish idle flood Whence from lasting crime of shedding blood Which to wipe off I striue with as vaine hope As they that hourely wash an Aethiope Nor all the Scas i' th world though on me spilt Yet could not clense me of his leapours guilt Then why do these slight drops fall from mine eie To feede my griefes Lamps that would else be drie Oh that contrition offerings or these teares Selfe conquering trophies which my sorrow beares Or all that is or may deuised bee To make a guiltie Soule with peace agree Could but redeeme the Glory I haue lost How would my Soule though euer weeping boast But none of these can e're inter my shame Now King of nothing but a large defame Which will liue euer and wax huger still Report doth going growe of good or ill Nor set me in my pristine Innocence There is no sting like that of Conscience Yet these though bootles here I vow to spend Till Time conspire with Fate to worke mine end These and the like from a vast Sea of woes That in Ixyons guiltie brest still flowes He still repeates and carelesly doth stray He that is poore is ne're out of his way At last with wearie limbes and bared sealpe He in 's progression mounts the frozen Alpes And by dispaire almost to madnes drouen His long neglected hands he reares to Heauen And wanting meanes for other sacrifice Thus on his knees bespake the Deities Yee still-agreeing powers emptie of Iarres That in your daily motion tread on Starres You that o're looke this our terrestriall Ball Whose influence giues forme and life to all You that in Characters subscrib'de by Fate Record the worlds vast frame and vtmost date Oh let a mortalls prayers and teares intreate Safe passe for some fewe words to Ioues high seate And when clad all in ayre they mount on high Be pleas'd dread powers to let them pierce the skie Great sonne of Saturne euerliuing Ioue By whose permission euery thing doth moue Eternall essence that with awfull mace Doest rule all things in Heauen and humane race Whose onely smile can saue or frowne caÌ„ spoyle Whose very breath doth make the Ocean boyle Whose euery action filles the world with wonder Whose eies dart Lightning whose voice is Thâ—â—â— Whose glorious Throne the Zodiacke vnderbaries That out-shin'st all clad in thy roabe of Starrâ—s Oh if a man whose guilt speakes in his face VVhose Sins exclude from all good hope of grace May dare attempt with blood-polluted hands To touch thy Pedestell whereon there stands VVrought by diuine Art such a world of Glory As to all worlds shall be an ample story Then et Ixyon rich in nought but shame And all the adiuncts to a vast defame VVith teares petitionarie thee desire To purge his Sins with thine immortall fire Clense what 's corrupt make pure what is most fowle And of my speckled make a glorious Soule The more my Sin the greater is thy Fame If thou do purge it with thy hallowed flame VVill not you christall stellified gate Ope and with milde aspect adorne my Fate Heare me dread Ioue or if thou wilt not heare Yet take some notice of these penitent teares Could my tongue speak as loud as doth my Sinne With my shril praiers ere now th'adst rowzed bin Yet still I le pray and with my dismall cries Fan ope thy Glories Curtaine the blew Skies And till my sinnes with mercie be commixt A kneeling liuing Statue here be fixt At this th'appeased Heauens began to smile And this great Deitie that had all this while With an attentiue care obseru'd the prayers Ixyon spent his penitence and teares Prompted by pittie doth resolue once more To make Ixyon happier then before And for his kingdomes losse hee meanes to giue A place of residence where hee shall liue Mating himselfe aboue i' th arched Skie There sporting with the Gods eternallie To this great worke hee summons instantly His Sonne and Herald winged Mercury With his gold plumes throgh th' aire to make quick flight And be a welcome Nuntius to this wight Inioyning Hermes on the Alpes t' appeare From whence Ixyons prayer pierc't his care And whom he found there weeping in Dispaire To Vsher him through the yeelding aire VVhat needed more to him of wit that 's God To 'th wise one word 's enough to him Ioues nod Hermes with speed quicker then thought of mind Lights on the Alpes as was by Ioue assign'd And there with hands vpreard Ixyon found Kneeling his knees euen growne vnto the ground VVhoÌ„ when he sees he with his rod him charmes Bids him be dreadlesse of all future harmes And fro the cold earth moystned with his teares To rise and follow him emptie of feares VVhich said through th' aire his siluer Rod hee moues And executed so the will of Ioue Ixyon now aboue in Heauen is plac't VVelcom'd by Iupiter and by him grac't And now Ixyon would my Muse might leaue thee But of that hope thy worst Fate doth bereaue me Hadst bene contented when thou wert so blest Th'adst still bene happie and my Muse tane rest But thy Ambition causde thy so great fall And that of all ills is originall But why taxe I thee for such losse of glory That dare with so young Muse attempt thy story I should haue left it to some learned Pen That had bene deeply steept in Hippochrene As thou in thy attempt I must fall too Though my fall cannot be so great and low Yet were my ruine iust as neere as thine T is honour t' haue attempted things diuine Then on my Muse in this thy forward race Vsher thy seruant with thy best of grace To end this little worke and heere I sweare Some worthie Trophie to thy name I le reare Ixyon seated thus by Ioues consent Saw those most enuyed were most eminent For his great height did in some Gods infuse A kinde of hate which yet they durst not vse First Icelon cause from him hee extorted Much time which he with so blacke thoghts consorted Next Aeolus for by a Witches rod H 'had made him seeme a Tyrant and no God Hymen was also swolne with much despight Because his holy Lawes he so did slight Rhamnusia inly vext and much did rue Because her punishment which was his due Was not as yet inflicted on his head That was by Vice into such horror led In others too much spleen which knowne to Ioue Hee with his frowne doth checke and so remoue Thus by the Gods finding this sweete reliefe Purg'd of his Crime as also of the griefe His Crime brought on him he begins to swell Mans highest rice is neerest steppe to Hell