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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20977	The miracle of the peace in Fraunce Celebrated by the ghost of the diuine Du Bartas. / Translated, by Iosuah Sylvester.; Miracle de la paix en France. English.	Du Nesme, Jean.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1599 (1599)	STC 7353.5; ESTC S105425	13,633	72

shaken All But now shee stands stedfast on Ciuill PEACE Wherefore if yet your war-like heat doe-wurke With holy armes goe hunt the hatefull Turke SONNET But you that vaunt your antique Pettigrees So stately tymbring your surcharged shields Perking like Pines aboue the lower trees Ouer the Farmers of your neighbour fields Is' t lacke of loue or is it lacke of courage That holds you snaile-like creeping in your houses While ouer all your Countryes foes doe forrage And rebell outrage euery corner rouses If no example of your Anceters Nor present instance of bright-armed Lords The feeble temper of your stomacke stirres If in your liues yee neuer drew your swords To serue your King nor quench your Countries flames Pardon me Nobles I mistooke your names SONNET You sacred Order chargd the Church to watch And teach the holy mysteries of heau'n From henceforth all seditious plots dispatch And father-like to all be alwaies euen Through superstition stirre no strife againe Reuolt's a mischiefe euermore pernicious Plucke vp abuses and the hurtfull graine Sprung from the Ignorant and Auaricious Auoid Ambition common cause of strife Your reuerend robe be free from staines of blood Preach holy doctrine prooue it by your life Flie Idlenes chuse exercises good To wit all workes of liuely faith and pietie So to your fold shall flocke the blest societie SONNET You graue assembly of sage Senators Rights Oracles yee Ephori of Fraunce Who for the States and Iustice maintenance Of Sword and Ballance are the Arbitrers That from henceforth against all enemies Our PEACE may seat her in a setled Throne Represse the malice of all mutinies Which through th' aduantage of these times haue grown At a low tyde 't is best to mend a breach Before the flood returne with violence 'T is good in health to counsaile with a leach So while a People's calme from insolence 'T is best that Rulers bridle them with awe And for the future kurbe the lewd with law SONNET People lesse setled then the sliding sand More mutable then Proteus or the Moone Turn'd and return'd in turning of a hand Like Euripus ebbe-flowing euery Noone Thou thousand-headed head-les Monster-most Oft slaine like Antheus and as oft new rising Who hard as steele as light as wind art tost Cameleon-like each obiects colour prysing Vnblind thy blind soule ope thine inward sight Be no more tinder of intestine flame Of all fantastike humours purge thy spright For if past follies vrge yet griefe and shame Loe like Obliuions law to cure thy passion State-stabling Peace brings froward minds in fashiō SONNET Engins of Vulcan heau'n affrighting wonders Like brittle glasse the Rocks to cynders breaking Deafning the winds dumbing the loudest thūders May yee be bound a thousand yeres frō speaking Yee hate-peace hacksters flesht in massacres Be you for euer banisht from our soile Yee steeled tooles of slaughter wounds wars Be you condemn'd to hang and rust a while Or not to languish in so fruitles rest Be you transform'd to husband-furniture To plow those fields you haue so oft deprest Or if you cannot leaue your wonted vrc Leaue at the least all mutinous alarmes And be from henceforth Iustice lawfull Armes SONNET O Paris know thy selfe and know thy master As well thy heau'nly as thine earthly guider And be not like a horse who proud of pasture Breakes bit raines and cast his cunning rider Who nill be subiects shall be slaues in fine Who Kings refuse shall haue a Tyrant Lord Who are not moou'd with the mild rods diuine Shall feele the furie of heau'ns venging sword Thy greatnes stāds on theirs that weare the crown Whereof th' hast had now seuentie sauing seuen Thinke one sufficient soone to pull thee down Kings greatnes stands on the great King of heau'n Knowing these two then Paris know thy selfe By warres afflictions and by PEACES wealth SONNET Swell not in pride O Paris princely dame To be chiefe Citie and thy Soueraignes Throne Citie nay modell of this totall Frame A mightie kingdome of thy selfe alone The scourge that lately with paternall hand For thine amendment did so mildly beat-thee If any more against thy kings thou stand Shall prooue that then God did but only threat-thee Wert thou a hundred thousand fold more mightie Who in th'Olympike court cōmands the thūders In his lest wrath can wrack thee most almighty Thebes Babel Rome those proud heau'n-daring wōders Low vnder ground in dust and ashes lie For earthly kingdomes euen as men doe die SONNET But O my sorrowes whither am I tost What shall I bloodie sweet ASTREAS songs Re-open wounds that are now heald almost And new-remember nigh-forgotten wrongs Sith stormes are calmed by a gentle starre Forget we Muse all former furie-moods And all the tempest of our viper-warre Drowne we those thoughts in deep-deepe Lethe floods O but alas I cannot not retaine So great notorious common miseries Nor hide my plaint nor hold my weeping raine But ' mid these hideous hellish outrages I 'le show and prooue by this strange spectacle Our ciuill PEACE a sacred Miracle SONNET As he that scap't from ship wrack on a planke Doubts of his health and hardly yet beleeues Still faintly shiuering on the feare-les banke That through that fraile helpe certainly he liues As he that new freed from strange seruitude Returnes againe to tread his natiue allies Seemes still to feare his Patrons rigour rude And seemes still tugging chayned in the Gallies So alwaies ruth ruine and rage and horror Of troubles past doe haunt me euery where And still meete furies and gastly terror Then to my selfe thus raue I rapt with feare From pleasures past if present sorrow spring Why should not past cares present cōfort bring SONNET We must now vpbraid each others crimes Committed wrongly in the time of warre For we haue all alas too often times Prouok't the vengeance of the Lord too farre Some robbing Iustice vnder maske of Reason Some blowing coles to kindle-vp Sedition Some ' against their King attēpting open Treason Some Godding fortunen Idol of Ambition Alas we know our cause of maladie All apt t' accuse but none to clense th'impure Each doth rebuke but none doth remedie To know a griefe it is but halfe a cure Is it our sinnes let 's purge away that bane For what helps Phisicke if it be not tane SONNET Who cloake their crimes in hoods of holines Are double villaines and the Hypocrite Is most-most odious in Gods glorious sight That takes his name to couer wickednes Prophane Ambition blind and irreligious Inquest of kingdomes holding nothing holy Think'st thou th' Eternall blind as thou in folly Or weake to punish monsters so prodigious O execrable vizard canst thou hide thee From th'All-pierce-eye are treason rape murder Effects of faith or of the Furies-order Thy vaile is rent the rudest haue descride thee 'T is now apparant to each plaine Opinion Thy hot Deuotion hunted but Dominion SONNET 'T is strange to see the heat of Ciuill