tranquile Calme to surging seas of Cares From silent Mansion to a masse of Snares But rather wish in darke Obliuion cast Without a Being then on Earth be plac'd To gaze vpon the Suns bright Orient His Beames Meridian course and Occident The worlds delights would hold in spitefull scorne Intirely wishing he should ne're be borne This was obserued by the Drausians And as an Axiome high decretall stands That when a Babe from fruitfull wombe did rise Would mourne weepe and lament in wondrous wise For that they knew he was brought foorth to stand In this fraile Orbe as on the shiuering sand Readie to sinke into the depth of Feares Enuiron'd round with intricate Despaires But when one died then gladly they reioyce With rauishing Musicks-simphonizing voice In this respect they held him then set free From out the vale of cankred Miserie Thus Man by Nature is conceiu'd in wo From generatiue Seed continues so Still turn'd about with Times soft motion Disturbed-wise as Sysiphus rolles his stone Or boyling Eurypus which hurles along With neuer-ceassing Agitation Fast marching forward like a Souldier braue Yet step by step descends fast to his graue Till the last trauell of his mother Earth Shall purge him with regeneratiue Birth But in earths warre prepare heau'ns furniture That in thy death of life thou maist be sure As Nauigators first forgo the sight Of friends and next of cities faire and bright And finally lanch out from banke and shore With resolution ne're to see them more So Man 's depriued first of Infancie Next of his Youth and strong Virilitie In fine out-worne with his vnwealdie Age Loseth the sight of this Orbes spacious stage When hoarie Eld his stooping backe doth bend With concau'd eyes viewes then his rest and end Thus pedetentim Man exhales his breath If not preuented by immediate Death Euen as the Dials shade depos'd from Rest In one dayes space doth course from East to West By circumuersion slily passeth by Gradatim wise yet not discern'd with Eye So Man craules on twixt earth and heau'ns bright raies Towards the west and welking of his daies Yet knowes not when grim Death shall stop the race Of his lifes houres mouing with gentle pace As nothing is more sure then losse of Breath So nought's vnsurer then the kinds of Death Aeterna Lex hath sacredly described From whence th' euent of Life and Death 's deriued A generall vniformall path from Wombe But various by-waies to the graue and tombe As diuers ships lanch from one port and deepe Yet sundrie waies vpon the Surges sweepe Some bound for East to frost-bit Scythia Others for West to faire America Some subiect faile to Austers briefe controules Others range through breeme Boreas frozen poles So all atchieuc one entrance from their birth But various passage to their grandam Earth How many plunge to tristall timelesse fall As may appeare by proofes Authenticall By Murther Shipwracke Beasts Eluuion By Fire by Sword by Wars confusion By Famine Pestilence Earths Miserie By wondrous Accidents throwne downe from hie By Thundring Lightning Tempests that arise By desperate Sprites and damned Fallacies By Ioy by Penurie by Wealth by Wo Some apprehend vnnaturall ouerthrow By Nonnage Youth old-Old-age some strangely hie To the darke Mansion of Obscuritie Young Drusus Pompey Claudius lineall heire Amidst his sport was choaked with a Peare Eurypides was torne with dogs alone Anacreon stifled with a Raisins stone And Catulus pursuing timelesse death With stinking smoke did suffocate his breath When Marius souldiers swiftly did pursue Imbrac'd this death a better to eschue Valerius Carus Emp'rors great through might Perished by thunder and celestiall Light Plinie was burnt by wondrous fires that blaz'd From mount Vesuvius whereon still he gaz'd To comprehend the nature of that light Wherewith his dayes were consumated quite And hundreds mo which might in tragicke verse Be instanced too tedious to rehearse Thus various stands Times imminent turne of Men They know to die yet know not where nor when The heau'ns bright Eye knowes whē t' include his raies But Man knowes not the Vesper of his daies So whether thou incline to Good or Ill Or frame thy heart to Natures wilfull Will Or plant such trees which bring foorth bitter fruit In thy Soules soyle following with hote pursuit Earths soure-sweet Pleasures various in their tasts Yet still thy Lampe combusts thy lifes Oyle wasts Wheeling about with blasts of whirle-wind Time To Deaths darke den of dust and putride slime Admit thou reapst Youths flourishing verdant flours And ouer-runne the glasse of Nestors houres Yet at the last Lifes roote will withered be And stocke traduc'd to grosse Morositie The Sap once dried Life instantly is gone Euen as a Dreame or Apparition And as greene fruites by ripenesse fall from tree Or sparkes which of themselues extinguish'd be So Nature must thy fruitlesse branches send To the succincting Period of their end Then let this Dish be seru'd last at thy Feast Memento mori VIR incertus est He that his Soule to sinfulnesse doth bend Let him recount the Sorrowes of his End Whē heau'ns shril Trump shal rowze him frō his sleep And Goates sequestred from the harmlesse Sheepe Before the generall ludge shall he be brought To plead Peccaui for each triuiall Thought Like as his life shall be his Death and end VVhat Death abandons Iudgements apprehend VVhat Life and Death in Good or Ill defrayes The Iudge in iudgement to his Soule repayes Heau'ns work-men then their wages shall be paid VVhen slouthfull slugs in Dungèon shall be laid VVhere Fire shall burne yet not consume them quite Nor to their comfort yeeld them any Light There shall they die in life and liue to die Such Horrors waité on hels Eternitie O London meekely prostrate on thy knee Fore heau'ns great King with pure Sinceritie Reuolue his praise Creator of that Day VVherein the Organs of thy Senses play VVho hath preseru'd thee from Sedition From thirstie Sword and staru'd Occision Better it is a thousand times for Sin To fall into the hands of God then men For brunt of fierie Wars are mercilesse But God in mercie will thy woes redresse This caus'd the princely Prophet wars refuse By inspiration Pestilence did chuse Thou that art poisoned with this fierce disease And fierie torments furiously increase If all externall Remedies were gone Haue thou recourse to heau'ns Phisition Perfume the inward roomes of thy Desites With sauours sweet and holy-heated Fires Moisten thy couch with reares for thy offence To quench the flames of burning Pestilence Sing sadly foorth to Heau'n this sacred Dittie Thus stirre Iehoua to soules-sauing pitie If thou shouldst search the poysoned heart of man If thou in ludgement shouldst his indgements scan If thou shouldst view how vile his Nature is If thou shouldst notice take what 's done amisse Then would his name be written in the aire Then would Obliuion wrap him in Despaire Then would he ne're atchieue Heau'ns crowning Fame Then
would in hell be charactred his shame O mightie Ioue omnipotent in Might O I Earths-worme craule fore thy gracious sight O God ô King of kings maiesticall O who can stand when thou commandst to fall Thy Grace shines perfect indiniduall Thy glorious Power extends it selfe to all Thy Mercies passe the numbers of the sand Thy Fountaines flow thy Wel-springs neuer stand Turne downe thine Eye behold my mournfull griefe Turne these my christall teares to Pearles of life Turne backe thy face from my corruptions Turne these corrections to Instructions My Soule surmounts Aurora's dew-moist Larke My Sense is kindled with a sacred Sparke My Heart is rapt aboue the third Degree My Sprite with loftie euolence flies to thee Thou art that Balne wherewith my soule is cured Thou art that Law whereto my heart 's adiured Thou art that Mount whereon my sprite must rest Thou art that House wherein my Sense lines blest Then will thy soules Phisitian come to thee Ministring Mercie to thy miserie And cheare thy Senses with supernall Food Which shall redound to thy immortall good Thy heart will then desire amongst the blest To be dissolued and to sleepe in rest And as the Sunne 's most swift at his descending So shalt thou be most blessed at thy ending London with teares thy grieuous sins lament Thy flintic heart with humblenesse relent With fastings mournings greet him by the way Preuent his plagues with spacious Niniue And purge the inward Man of foule Offence That God may purge thee of this Pestilence Imbrace his Loue as sweet Preferuatiue If in heau'ns Eden thou dost meane to thriue Discute that damn'd-aspiring Enemie That puft-sterne-dropsie-swelling surquedrie Of Selfe-conceit which suffocates thy Soule And in thy Heart doth Puritie controule Lest thy Selfe-ruine so be brought to passe As to the Basiliske which in a glasse Beholds his beautie long vntill at length He be depriued of his vitall strength And whiles the glasse his beautie foorth doth send His owne reflecting-poison workes his end Or lest thy Springs be turn'd to Gulfes of blood And Beautie drown'd in faire Narcissus flood To muse on Heau'n thy Senses eleuate To walke vpright thy Spirit animate Let not heau'ns Light obscure thy dazeled eye And be the Deaths-man to Virilitie Let not th' Ambassage of the glorious Lord And powerfull Essence of his sacred VVord Lifes pure Elixer Sun-shine of thy Day VVhich can with Ioy Hearts corasiues allay Harden thy heart and eke thy soule compell To tread the broad-beat-path that leades to hell As scorching Titan with his ardent ray Dissolues the waxe and obdurates the clay So doth Heau'ns voice the humane heart relent Or workes it harder then the sparkling Flint Approou'd by Pharaoh who would neuer grant His heart being clos'd in tombes of Adamant A free dismisment to poore Israel Bur did the Legate of heau'ns Lord dispell And gainst his Prophet did peruersly stand Till Ione sent foorth strange plagues vpon his land So hath thy Toad-swel'd proud rebellious hart Increas'd the rigor of thy generall smart Which at thy gates hath forc'd Intrusion To thy Conuersion or Confusion Therefore in Ioue gush out pure streames of teares Enuiron round thy heart with sacred Feares And to renounce thy crimes with Zeale intend Lest Heau'n reserue thee to a fearefull end Shake hands with Sin and bid him now Farewell Prepare thy Soule with Godlinesse to dwell Redeeme that Time which thou haft lewdly spent In this Times-turne with Faith be penitent For Heau'n hath sent thee to thy soules desire More blessings then earths Nature could require So many Graces to thy hearts Content Which to the World doth argue wonderment But sith from him thou turnedst backe thy face He turn'd these Mercies to thy deepe disgrace And tedious Taxes fastned on thy head In that thy Pride was not abandoned But still relapse from Grace and fall from Truth The Nerues of Age the Complements of Youth You immane Atheists who in darknesse dwell To horride Diuels the damned Centinell Affoording Nature that sole high renowne Which natures Author weareth as a crowne Old grandam Earth doth loath your noysome breath That die in life and liue to liue in death Th' insatiat Gulfe prognosticates your merits It grieues the Aire to feed your vitall spirits Can new-borne Sucklings frame their steps to go Can Youth graue Eld Experiences show Can the Puple his learned Tutor teach Can the damn'd Reprobate heau'ns Towers reach Can the Pallace direct the Framers hand To build so firme that it for ay might stand Or can base Nature cauteriz'd with shame Abstract one Iod from Ioues great glorious name Can abiect Dust by heau'ns predestinate Though collocated in Angellike state Assume or derogate that Worke diuine Which can to nought but filthinesse incline With terror muse with trembling cogitate To higher Thoughts your soules exasperate Heau'n is the Iusticer of Natures hart Nature 's the workmanship of heau'ns great Art Art is the roote of humane natures Skill Skill letteth loose the reines of Natures Will Will workes th' Effects of Natures owne decay Decay must Nature God perfists for ay How could her power confirme Times Accident Turning sad woes with ioyes circumferent How could th' Effect without th' Efficient Redound these glorious graces imminent To Albions comfort by Iehoua wrought When Hope lay frustrate of aspiring thought Then when the Zodiacke of Earths Sun was ended And our Horizon on the Fates attended Who rob'd Apollo of that fairest Faire Whose bright Meridian guilded Albions Aire Yet of aires benefite it selfe depriued From frozen Pole a brighter Sun reuiued It led to th' Occident of fatall Rest A clearer Orient started out from West Againe to mixe the poyson of Annoy With her delightsome cordials of Ioy Amidst her chearefull wines to mingle in The bitter Potion of the dregs of Sin Now search your hearts in heart imagine now Hels deepe damnation branded on your brow O gaze to heau'n grouel not on the ground Earth you corrupts in Heau'n all ioyes are found Heau'n is the hauen of true perfect rest Heau'n is that place assigned to the blest Heau'n tendreth all that do heau'ns Truth auerre Heau'n trophees yeelds to Natures Conquerer Therefore awake from th'Ecstasin of Shame By earthly Conquest purchase heau'nly Fame Out of your hearts Earths drugs euacuate To heau'ns great All all praises arrogate Accurst to Hell such as 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Do calcitrate against the gates of Heau'n Now sith ô Albion Ione hath full decreed To send thee succour at thy extreme need Shrowding thee vnder his Al-couering wing And still protecting thee from Sorrowes sting Be gratefull therefore to his Soueraigne Might Who alwaies held thee gracious in his sight In thee no rumors runne of ciuill warres Nor of Sedition and tumultuous iarres But all with joynt applause do sing of Peace Of plenteous Autumnes and a sweet Increase O sacred Peace by thee are onely found Th'exceeding ioyes that euery where abound Thankes sacred Ione
Through vrgent passions shifteth from her clawes Then straight a Lion comes with wide-stretch'd iawes To lacerate his flesh imbrude with gore Which strikes a deeper terror then before Yet by good hap pleuents the Lions rage And then with ioy holds on his pilgrimage But drawing neare to his abiding place Fore-deeming not the Fates pursude in chace When least he thought of such a timelesse smart A Serpents sting doth wound him to the hart So when thou thinkst to sleepe in safest rest Then art thou by Gods iudgements most supprest His sword can wound both woman child and man From North to South from Bersheba to Dan T' is like a Shadow which a man eschues Swifter he runs the faster it pursues Thou great Soldado earths Magnifico That conquers ioy by Lazarello's wo Heaping vp gold by each deceiptfull way Resoluing still that thou shalt liue for ay At first thou sprangst from a small wombe of Sin At last a litle graue shall close thee in Thou griping foole the Pestilence this night Can wound thy corps and burne thy hearts delight When king Lisymachus through Fortunes hate By thirst proiected to the Scythians state And captiuated with his kingdomes all O heau'ns quoth he how dreadfull is my fall To yeeld great Prouinces and regall seate For liquide drops to quench my thirstie heate So when thou rifest from eternall sleepe And viewes Heau'ns glorie from the cole-blacke Deep Then wilt thou crie O wretched creature I To lose such ioyes for carnall Vanitie For momentanie Pleasures which decay To misse heau'ns Grace so permanent for ay! Then looke to Heau'n whilst thou on Earth dost dwel And not with Diues when thou liest in Hell Too late alas to wish heau'ns glorious Light When thou art wrapt in blacke eternall Night When Time turnes off his partie-coloured cote Thy soule in hell must howle a mournfull note Thou Vsurer which Penurie dost racke And surfets in thy needfull neighbours lacke Thy Debters watch with care while thou dost sleepe Thy State sings Requiem while their Senses weepe In nightly lucubrations spend their houres To puffe thy Spunge which all the drops deuoures Distilling from their browes with burd'nous griefe Not able scarce to minister reliefe Vnto their children deare and familie Because thou suckest with the sluggish Bee That Mel which they in harbring hiues wold keepe Clothing thy back with wooll from their poore sheep What 's this but euen to kill and trucidate And all man-slaughtrers God and Angels hate Thy state is match'd with Lillies in the field Which flourish now and straight to withring yeeld Though thou in terrene Shadowes didst excell Yet shall not Gold redeeme thy soule from hell Then let this Sentence in thy sense remaine The sweetest Pleasures tast the sowrest Paine Quodque tibi nolles aliis fecisse caueto Quodque tibi velles aliis praestare studeto Thou rauening Vultur gormandizing Kite Thou greedie Wolfe which builds thy chiefe Delight On drosse and drinkes the bloud of Periurie Feeding vpon the flesh of Crueltie Whose deep-delv'd throat of Gain deuours more food Then do the Amazons or Styrian brood Thy dropsie-Conscience sweld with moist Desire The more it drinkes the more doth still require Hunger torments thee midst aboundant store Thou staru'st in Wealth in Riches still art poore Like Tantalus which in the Stygian lies And sinkes in water yet for moisture dies Like drudging Indians which dig with paine The golden Mines yet others reape the gaine Or Pharaohs Kine who gormandiz'd vp cleane The fat-fed Beasts yet still themselues were leane The Day thou spendest in turmoiling paine Selling thy soule for temporarie gaine In deepe of Night thy mind extrauagates And wanders through the perillous gulfes and streits Of Ne're-enough when good men take their rest Thy restlesse Thoughts are tost with cares possest Still pining Pietie so leane in thee As is the big-bon'd bare Anatomie Thou plantest thornes in thy soules barren field Which nought but griefes and molestations yeeld Whereby not onely Equitie is choked And Vertue extirpated and reuoked But also stinging pricks spring sharpe and small That thou thy selfe art wounded therewithall Yet thou perceiu'st not All goes well with thee So thou canst please thy hearts Rapacitie Which is insatiat as Fire and Flood The last drinkes Raine the first deuours the Wood Or big-bon'd Behemoth with vigour fraught Who thought t'exhale deepe Iordan at a draught Thus dost thou sing amidst thy weeping woes As moiles who feed with burdens and with blowes What else remaines thy senses neuer see Profoundly cast into a Lethargie Of deepe-Desire till Death appeares in sight Rowzing from sleepe thy solide-slumbring sprite O then how fearefull will it seeme to thee To be secluded from earths Vanitie Thy death will be farre terribler then hell Because in life true Life thou didst dispell Most griping griefes and dolors shalt thou find To lose Earths Idol which thou leau'ft behind And when the Sun-set of thy youth drawes neare And occidentall Age begins t' appeare Those ill-got goods which Auarice did intend To be preseru'd lewd Luxurie shall spend That wealth whereon thy mouth did neuer tast Vnthriftie Ganeo shall consume and wast Thus doth thy sin incurre a double sin Wherto thy soule fore heau'ns great Bar brought in Shall answer as a thirstie Murtherer A swallowing Gulfe a deepe Extortioner Not all that wealth which thou hast falsly won Can baile thy soule from fierie Phlegeton But will condemne thee in that dreadfull Day And glutinate thy Soule with Hell for ay O damned wretch then fearefull is thy state These words pronounc'd Repentance haps too late Abi thou cursed to eternall fire Imbrace the flames of due-deserued hire Then know though ne're so sweet Earths Syrens sing An vpright Conscience is a sacred Thing As wormes cannot corrode the Laryx tree Which neuer rots nor scarce can burned be So neither Hell nor Horror Worme nor Sting Can fret thy Conscience guarded strong within Thou that in Sicknesse wi lt thy sins deplore That neuer did imbrace good Thought before Orat the obiect of a blazing Starre Fore-dooming that some Iudgement is not farre Wilt then to mournfull deprecations rise But being banish'd from thy restlesse eyes And nine dayes past thou hast recourse amaine With dogs and swine vnto thy filth againe But if thou wilt redeeme thy soule from hell Weepe for thy sins and mourne whilst thou art well When Death hath stung there is no time to pray But line in Death or die in Life for ay Thou that surmounts in pompous dignitie In Pleasure Beautie Wealth and Brauerie In Luxurie thy precious Time dost spend Remember that these Shadowes must haue end And that from whence thou reapedst chiefe delight With loathsomnesse shall worke thee worst despite Like to Tarpeia's bracelets bright of gold For whom with Guile the Romaines castell sold Vnto the Sabines won by trecherous Fate But yet these bracelets brought her generall hate Wherewith at last her selfe was prest to death
wandring starres are mixed Conioyne in one ye Sphaeres caelestiall Ye Muses nine performe this Funerall Condole her death whose glorious life was so As by her life her death was freed from wo Whose life repleat with grace exempt from strife Whose death 's transformd to neuer-dying life Cynthia faire Sister to blacke ladie Night That Gehons streames with golden Icons dight To whom heau'ns senior Lights proffer their dutie For thy surpassing and refulgent Beautie Renounce thy borrowed Shine reuoke thy race With clouds of Languishment remaske thy face Sad Melpomen with tragicke Scaenes relent Each Marble rocke and obdurated Flint Sigh foorth deepe accents of thy sacred Loue To cause the stonie-hearted Sauage moue Straine out Threnodiae thy assiduall note For Time hath roab'd himselfe with sable Cote Ye sacred Nymphs hang down your Sun-bright haires Bedew your cheekes with penitentiall teares Conduct me to some solitarie Cell Wherein I may with pale-fac'd Sorrow dwell Alas my Muse doth faint ere she proceed To tune Encomions on a mournfull Reed Wise Caliope sweet Queene of Eloquence Inspire her Thoughts with sacred influence Take courage Muse pure Zeale shall stand thy barre Looke not agast on euery frowning Starre Plucke vp thy sprite from pitchie Acheron Solace amidst the fields of Hellicon Now bath thy selfe in the Pierian spring Where thy sad Sisters mournfully do sing Go seeke that Phoenix mounted in the skie Transform'd to euer-during Dignitie The Phoenix of our age Earths onely Faire Faiths Empresse and heau'ns high glorious Haire Englands Phoenix admir'd for Raritie For Beautie Vertue and pure Chastitie O shee 's consum'd with heau'ns resplendent Light That from her ashes one might rise as bright And flourish foorth vpon the verdant ground Whose paralel in Art is scarcely found Why striues my Muse to stellifie her name The bright-eyed-wondring world diuulg'd her fame And Fame it selfe flies swiftly from her nest To blaze her honor from the East to West Sad Sicknesse the pale Harbinger of Death Foredoom'd the losse of Syrinx daughters breath Blacke furious Fate that wrought such deepe despight To locke faire Phoebe from Endimions sight I meane Eliza ô write that name againe That with reuoluing Time it may remaine Eliza she who was profound in Art Is now strucke dead with Thanatos his dart Eliza who in many dangers stood For Gods high glorie and her subiects good By her th'incarnate Gospell was possest Through her all Britaines Ile Iehoua blest For her the heau'ns rain'd down such plenteous store As Natures greedie Sons could wish no more Honor imbrac'd her Art by her did stand Prudence attended on her genious hand Iustice in Mercie with her bare the sway Glorie infinite her last Catastrophé The fatall Sisters ioyntly haue decreed Old Atropos should cut that vitall threed Which counites the Substance with the Soule Nūbing each Sense with leane-chapt Deaths cōtroule This state is incident to Natures lot Drawne through the world in Times still chariot With two vnruly Steedes and hurl'd along By restlesse Motion and Mutation At length they leaue her on Deaths dismall stage As being wearie of their cariage Then his grim Sergeant comes without controule T' arrest her bodie dis-unite her soule He takes no bribes but strikes impartiall The Begger Baron Caitiffe King and all If Death had fear'd to stop Astraeaes breath Then had he spared Queene Elizabeth Whose soule is now enthroniz'd boue the skies Where glorious Cherub's sing her Exequies Through Ioues broad milk-white path now is she gone And stately royaliz'd on Angels throne The siluer Vault with Epods deepe resounds Of her rare Vertue which on Earth abounds I wish Eliza from vs could not passe Who made each place a heau'n wherein she was Th' Almightie Ioue so lock't Virginitie From Antidotes and banefull Trecherie That burning poyson ne're effected harme Although confected with a Magicke charme How many treasons direfull accidents Base-bred complots and experiments Conspir'd her death yet still preseru'd was she By heau'ns eternall Triple-Vnitie How many striu'd to stop Elizaes breath Yet to their shame she died a liuing death For which we laud th' Immortall Deitie Who mixeth ioy with sad calamitie Her fame on earth is painted by all Seuen Her corps in Lead her soule a Saint in heauen Eliza liu'd now is Eliza dead And Dauid rais'd in her Angellike stead Shee 's quite extinct yet hath she left behind The true Idaa of her princely mind Right royall IAMES the Britons gracious King Whose honor through the circling Globe doth ring The Rose is cropt which glistered in each face And yet as faire sprung instantly in place A Rose most sweet and odoriferous A Rose of grace to cheare and comfort vs A Rose that springeth in a Northerne blast A Rose whose lustre doth in Winter last O Wonder that rough Boreas dropping wing Should waft such showres to a desired Spring England prostrate thy selfe with folded hands Whose ioyes are numberlesse euen as the sands Before the powerfull and almightie Throne Who gaue regard vnto thy grieuous mone Sending to thee such an Athenian King Whose learning is the round Orbes wondering A soueraigne Balme vnto thy Corasiue Which did thy half-dead-wounded heart reuiue When Phoebus Lute tuned his mournfull note To make Time turne his glistring golden cote Couragious Cato with his warlike traines While rang'd in rancke vpon the champion plaines Sweet-breathed Zephyrus vp softly blew The fragrant flowers which in medowes grew Vpon their glittering targets then they cride Aglorious Triumph shall to vs betide Euen so the Flowers of fruitfull Brittanie Blowne with the wind of zealous Loyaltie Did congregate in troupes proclaim'd a King Whose name once heard most gladsom ioy did bring When glorious Titan hath his compasse run The foule-maskt gloomie Night ensues thereon Bright Sol declin'd Luna skips in the skie Approou'd by Nature in Philosophie Iehoua derogated Englands Light And yet pursude no duskie darksome Night No sooner Britaine had her bright-Eye lost But straight another gaz'd from Northern coast No sooner did Eliza take her flight But instantly king IAMES appear'd in sight For whom true hearts render immortall praise To high Iehoua who this Starre did raise To yeeld them light to stand their soueraigne Lord And Patron pure of the soule-sauing word O blessed Time when peerelesse Princes preach When Dauid doth his sonne Gods precepts teach He is the sense-concluding Period Of Englands solace charactred by God The pure quintessence of her flourishing state To whom her life is worthie subiugate O what a learned Varro hath she gain'd Who mou'd blith Gelos euen when harts complaind A Cicero for flowing Eloquence A valiant Caesar for Magnificence Don Phoebus rising from his scarlet bed Out of his easterne Closet thrust his head Spreading his flame-hair'd broad vermilion lockes Vpon the earth the sea the trees and rockes Espide a fairer shining here below Pluckt in his head no more his face durst show Now England England shake off sad annoy Thy forts are full replenished
sword The Harbinger of Death sent from the Lord. These sad euents arose and came to passe As it befell to old Diagoras Who when his sons th' Olympian games had won Casting their garlands in their Trophees done About his necke the mens applauding voyce And rare delight did make his heart reioyce But while his soule repleat with chearefull grace Was stung by Death ere he mou'd from the place Euen so whilst thou in Pleasures gardens stood Thy siluer lakes were turn'd to brookes of bloud Thy flouds of ioyes were turn'd to seas of teares And lightsome Mirth to interrupting Feares Thus cast from top of climing Dignitie Into the depth of darkest miserie The hungrie Earth deuour'd thee vp alas As Corah Dathan and Abiram was Thy Anthemes Trophees and thy Excellence Were swallowed vp by starued Pestilence Thou wert consum'd with Death on euery side As bold Belshazzar was amidst his pride Nought but Threnodiae danc'd amidst thy throng Whereat Time wet his cheekes and slunke along Corrupted London Sinke of Surquedrie Thou that supports this yoke of miserie Impos'd vpon thee by th' Almightie Lord For the reiecting of his sacred word His Minaces brought no remorce to thee But sleptst secure in beds of Luxurie Feeding thy Will with Pleasures lustfull beite Did cast thy Soule the huskes of slie Deceit The Prophet Ionah Troubler of the sea Sent by heau'ns King to sinfull Niniue So soone as he approch'd her streets so wide With vehement speech in vengefull spirit cride O Niniueh thy monstrous facts auoyde In fortie dayes else shalt thou be destroyde Then King and Commons ioyntly did agree With humbled hearts and zealous feruencie In mourning sackcloth seriously to pray The worlds chiefe Iudge his burning wrath to stay The brutish Animals which harmelesse be VVere taxed with this generall penaltie VVith bleeding soules and drearie countenance The glorie of the Highest did aduance Sincerely turning to Submission That he might turne from them Destruction So sweet attonement Mournings did affoord Restrain'd the stroke of his two-edged sword Not fortie dayes but fortie yeares and more Wherein thou mightst thy grieuous sinnes deplore Thousands of Ionahs sent by heau'ns great Lord In thee resolu'd to preach his sacred word Bonarges thundering in euery street Thy deafe-charm'd sins would not his voice regreet But Mole-like plung'd in slauish Lusts content On which the Lord inflicts a punishment As wise Martha the Syrian Prophetesse With Marius caried through his wars successe By Necromancie in her Sacrifice Presag'd the trophees of his victories But once not tolerating her aduice He bought the day too deare with bloudie price So God hath sent his Angels from aboue Still to be resident with his sacred loue Preaching the tidings of celestiall Ioy Which warres nor pestilence can ere destroy He conquered Death and in his conquering brought Life in thy death yet thou setst him at nought Till he in wrath thy stubburnnesse conuicts On grieuous sins most grieuous plagues inflicts Foule noysome crimes in euery corner swarme Deadly-infectious wickednesse doth harme In euery house and loose-led Families Are fostred vp these dainn'd enormities These take their place as chiefe commanding all Amongst thy precepts Oeconomicall Pride Murther Auarice Vsurie Deceipt With sauage Sodomie hels alluring baite Blasting Blasphemie Rape and Crueltie These are the Actors in thy Tragedie Shrowding Tractates of viperous Poperie Vnder the shades of ciuill Pollicie Reiects the tidings of heau'ns Messengers And quite subuerts the sacred Ministers Thy Widowes mourne opprest by cruell might Thy Orphanes weepe dis-franchis'd of their right Thy Trades Mechanicall are tax'd so hie With Rent and Lease they fall to penurie With craft thou grindst the faces of the poore To feed thee fat while they starue at thy doore Thou sitst in silke and costly soft array And viewes thy brother perishing in the way With pinching cold lye shiuering on the ground To sow him coates no Dorcas can be found When thou perceiu'st thy friends Extremitie Traduc'd to Want by Fortunes casualtie Nescio thou ' criest no Mercie canst thou show No streames of Pitie from thy heart will flow To his penurious Lacke no succours sends When wealth declines thy flattering friendship ends Xanthippus dogge condemnes thy sauagenesse Who when his master iourneyed on the seas Swam by his ship euen from the shoarie sand Till he arriu'd in Salamina's land And left him not till he the citie spied With wearied lims then laid him downe and died Thy Friend thou leauest in his deepe Distresse Wrapt in the waues of endlesse Carefulnesse Scorning Compassion no Comfort bring But as the Swallow Herald of the Spring Will sing with vs while Sommers beautie lasts But takes her flight when Winter breath 's his blasts So while his Sommers-flourishing wealth doth flow Most firme in Friendship thou thy selfe wilt show And wilt conuerse in smooth-fram'd words each day Thy toung pronounce suppos'd Apocripha When Fortunes freezing frownes benum his store Thou art a Stranger he thy Friend no more Thus weakest Wants the smallest Succors gaine The nakedst Need the latest Helps obtaine How true is that which may be answered then More kindnesse oft is showne by Dogs the Men. Thou studiest still Inuention to suffice And deckst thy selfe like Protean Prodigies In monstrous shapes and garish rude attire Deuotes thy soule to swelling Prides desire In worldy ioyes consumest euery day With Zeale affoording scarce an houre to pray That christall Ice which lends my bodie light Hath bene dissolu'd to teares depriu'd of sight My hart-strings broke with dolorous complaint My soule hath mourn'd in forcible constraint When I haue ambulated longst the street And oft this Monster haue I chanc'd to meet A Britaine borne bedight Castilian-wise A Ganle in shape a Thuscane in disguise His brauerie lin'd with enuious Pride at least A Man in forme in facts a brutish Beast O that Heraclitus were resident To powre foorth streames of teares in sad lament For Albions virgins who from Grace do slide Surpassing Sions Daughters in their pride Prides shop it selfe full fraught with Fopperie May patterns draw from their Varietie As Helens shape the wofull wracke of Troy Was brauely limned by Apelles boy In rich attire and sumptuous shining gold Yet foule in face not amorous to behold So some resemble Helens picture here That bigly brag in gorgeous garments deare But nothing beautifull to Reasons eye Patch the defects of Natures pouertie Adorne with silkes infuse them with perfumes Like ietting birds bedeckt with others plumes How canst thou thinke thy sins growne vp so hie With haplesse hope t' escape Impunitie Canst thou resolue that God will spare his hand To view such Hydra's fostred in thy Land No no his Wrath consumes like smoking fire Thou liest as Flaxe before his burning ire He 'le crop thee of from full Maturitie And cast thee foorth to bitter Miserie At his command the sword shall ruinate Thy gates shall mourne and streets be desolate Thy Citie grone enthral'd with deepe distresse