wofull prison sick to lye and rot Not once to case assawge their griefes a iot And all the while in Equity and Right There 's nothing due but what is got by might By Wrong Oppression diuelish traps and guile And wicked plodding in such actions vile Lord pardon them forgiue their great offences Call once againe illuminate their sences Waken their carelesse too secure a slumber Forget their faults too infinite to number Let them Restore what they haue wrongly got Else will those goods consume away and rot And aye the Infant yet vnborne will cry For Vengeance iust on their posterity But let not vs good Lord O let not vs Trace out their steps to giue examples thus Make vs auoyde to fall into the like Lest suddenly thy Iudgements do vs strike With farre more terror on our bodyes knowne Then euer was vpon Gehezi showne Or all thy chosen people thou didst make A warning sad for vs in Time to take Besides the losse eternall of thy Grace Where such a one shall neuer see thy face But chaste Vrania Soueraigne of my Muse In whom the Heauens do their best guifts infuse Why dost thou now thy loue so farre ingage As to descend downe to our times and Age Leauing the world that at the first was drownd To ramble out beyond thy scope to sound Damn'd Vice vnmaske with those that wrest and lurch And all this while thus to forget the Church Retire againe and stay not with vs long Thou maist be blam'd for this thy wholesome song For 't is most true one harldly scapes of ten That hunts the Foxe too neare the Lions den Auoyde begone contend not much with these For feare perhaps thou dost some men displease And so incurre some danger on thy selfe For taxing those which are in loue with pelfe Come to the Church deare Muse where last of all Thou Henoch leftst vpon this goodly Ball. There thou art tide O do not much abound Take sanctuary in their holy ground And from these things till time shall serue surcease Then shalt thou Rest and liue in perfect Peace Henoch the seuenth from Adams pupillage Gen. 5. 21. Iud. 14. At sixtie fiue yeares of his manly Age Begat a childe whose like was neuer found From this worlds birth in all her spatious Round That liu'd to see so many weekes of dayes As this man did and yet no strength decayes Methuselah the wonder of his time Whose age may claime of all the earth the prime Which liu'd to see with Simeons heart inflam'd The Arke of Noah before his death all fram'd Luk. 2. 25. 26. 27. Tipe of that Church which from mount Sion purl'd When Caesars scepter swayd the Westerne world Methuselah both ancient graue and sage One hundred fourescore and seauen yeares of Age All chaste doth liue and then begets a Son Vpon whose death the world was quite vndon Lamech the father of that faithfull child Which sau'd seauens Soules and all the rest beguild When that the Arke was by the waters heaued O then they knew their wits were all deceiued Great Noahs selfe from Lamechs loynes descended When full one hundred eightie yeares were ended And that the Sun had foure times crost the line Then is he borne and in his birth did shine Like to a glimpse of that all sacred light Simile Which in these dayes may dazle all our sight His name fore-tiping from his mothers brest That he was borne to be the Churches Rest Ioh 1. 19. Fiue hundred yeares or neare vpon he past His manly dayes both continent and chaste And then espowsed to his future Fame A Noble Faire and courteous louely Dame Some thinke the sister of great Tubal-Caine Genebrard in Cron Iew Rab. Sweete Naamah his loue at first did gaine Though from the Line of cursed Caine descended Yet of the Heauens she was so highly friended As that her Lot before the world was drown'd Fell lucky forth within the Churches ground Oh God thy workes are farre beyond our reach The least of them may all our Sences teach Thou hast thy sheepe disperst in euery place From Henochs Seths and Caines proud enuious Race It is thy pleasure bad mens sins to pay To saue some yet and cast not all away The Flowres oft times which do mongst Cockle grow May smell more sweet then any plant we sow And tender Seeds out from the Popish Seate May yet at length proue Eares of perfect wheate Chiefly when Noah Gods husbandman shall till And worke the ground according to his will With pruning planting in that forme and manner As was the Church once vnder Caesars Banner So Abraham was out from Chaldee cald Gen. 12. 28. Chap. 12. 2. Cha 41. 42. 43 44. Iob. 1. Exod. 2. 5. 6. 11. 13. 15. Hest 2. 17. cha 7. 6. 10. And Ioseph great in Egypts Court instald Iob in the land of Vz amongst those men Where so he liu'd that grieues my soule to pen And Moses milde amongst the murdring sort Was nurst brought vp within king Pharohs Court Hester the Queene that made her foes a scorne Was marryed tide vnto a Pagan borne And Paul hims elfth ' Apostle of vs all Yet first was bred within prowd Tarsus wal And diuers others which my Muse could name Were traind vp thus and yet deseru'd no blame For he that builds vpon the slippery sand Yet Time may serue to make his fabricke stand And these were such as from the rest reculde The weaker sexe are by the greater rulde Though some perhaps haue tride the same and mist Yet wise men still do winde them as they list As by example from Noahs happy choyce This world of ours may euer iust reioyce To haue a mother without blurre or staine When all were lost to store the Earth againe But what make wee deare Muse with Noahs wife Chaste Matron graue preseruer of our life Whose Fame deserues heauens azurd richest gowne A garland deckt and Lawrell wreathed Crowne And in her lap the Frame of all to hold I fall were made of solid beaten gold What if she be deriued from the Race Of cursed Caine yet hath she better face A Conscience cleane Religion in her brest Within whose Soule Heauens dearest guifts do rest Tipe of the Church now to perfection wrought Which was at first but out of darknesse brought Looke backe againe and post not one too fast For feare thou beest beyond thy compasse cast Tell what befell to Adams issue left What misdemeanours all his ofspring kept Ech man his neighbor deadly hates and wounds Sin ouerflowes in euery place abounds The greater still deuouring vp the small That in the end th' oppressed blood doth call For vengeance iust vnto the God of Powre Who doth descend and on the world doth lowre Repents himselfe that ere he did begin To frame the same thus poysoned all with sin Whose true repentance from his eyes did draw That streame of teares which wofully they saw When all the Earth
Iordans siluer sides From Libanon to Sodoms lake that glides Along the plaines where Iesus was baptiz'd The holy Ghost in shape of Doue disguiz'd Mat. 3. 15 16 17. Heauens windowes ope thus speaketh in their sight This is my Sonne in whom I take delight When all was finish't and to Heauen Christ went Then downe came he to giue vs all content As Iustice Mercy both with Loue are linck't Simile So God is one the Persons three distinck't These altogether as the heauens decree'd Iustitia Misrecordia Charitas Veritas The Tree of Life protect from Adams seede The World it selfe with wonderment they fill Their meate is knowne to do their fathers will Who all this while is with their sister sweete Natura His eldest daughter as 't was euer meete When Time had done discharged full his due Aboue the clouds vp to the Heauens God flew Where he remaines leauing the world and all Which euer yet was knowne vpon this ball To the protection of that noble Dame That to the earth with loue her sister came So well affected labouring what she can That all her care is but for sinfull man Let him his mind to goodnesse alwayes bend And Nature euer is his louing friend Great God of Heauen now is thy Iustice showne Thy Loue and Mercy with thy Nature knowne Time hath thy Face and glorious browes vnmask't And thus at first my Rurall Muse hath task't Heere brought forth Truth from her hath neuer sturd Reueal'd the same wrapt in thy holy Word Of Paradise the sacred curtaine drawne The Sabaoth shew'd on no mans vice doth fawne Of all the world hath sung the first beginning Told Adams faults and Eues offensiue sinning Their seede defac't in breaking of thy lawes And heere I le stay and sit me downe and pause The end of the first Age. THE GLASSE OF TIME IN THE second Age. Diuinely handled By Thomas Peyton of Lincolnes Inne Gent. Seene and allowed LONDON Printed by Bernard Alsop for Lawrence Chapman and are to be sold at his shop ouer against Staple Inne 1620. HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE Beati Pacifici THE GLASSE OF TIME IN THE SECOND AGE The Argument The sacred Muse by envious Foes is crost Adam and Eue how each from other lost Their first borne sonne by cursed malice led Vnkindly wounds his dearest Brother dead Apostacy the cause of all this ill The totall World on euery side doth fill With Bloud Oppression Cruelty and Hate To waste consume and winde each others state The Church deriued from the third borne child Is staind polluted with Caines Race defilde So that the World and all there in was found Besides the Arke were wash't away and drown'd VRania Soueraigne of the Muses nine Inspire my thoughts with sacred worke diuine Come down from Heauen within my Temples Rest Inflame my heart and lodge within my Brest Grant me the story of this World to sing The Glasse of Time vpon the Stage to bring Be Aye within me by thy powerfull might Gouerne my Pen direct my speech aright Euen in the birth and infancy of Time To the last Age season my holy Rime Oh leade me on into my Soule infuse Diuinest Worke and still be thou my Muse That all the World may wonder and behold To see Times passe in Ages manifold And that their wonder may produce this end To liue in loue their future liues to mend Then shall thy lookes with sacred luster shine The Muses all within thy Browes combine Richly adorn'd with all the Nimphes and Graces Shall sound thy prayse with louely pleasing faces Ioying to see thy glorious heauenly hap The golden Ball cast downe into thy lap To thy delight and great contentment more Then if the World were only thine in store Though cursed Enuy on thy Fortune frowne Yet thy chast Browes shall weare heau'ns lawrel crowne In future Ages as the Muses Queene Thy Temples wreath'd shall euer flowrish greene And what if Hymen something doe annoy Thy tender Fruit yet shalt thou liue in ioy And when pale death shall close vp both thine eyes Thy fame shall mount aboue the lofty skyes And yet Vrania how canst thou be glad To see this Age wherein we liue so bad All ouergrowne far worse then at the first Bemir'd in sin as if it were accurst Nothing but bloud contention Brides and braules The Serpent still vpon his belly crawles And round about on enery side doth winde With cunning sleights the Infants face to grinde Nay thouthy selfe noble Vrania deere Since first thy landing and ariuall heere Hast thou not beene on euery side turmoyl'd Tost too and fro by Enuy ouertoyl'd Whose viprous tongue within a sacred place Hath belcht her venome aim'd at thy disgrace Like to the Diuell in Paradise at first Simile That banefull poyson in his Brest hath nurst To wrong thy person weaken much thy state Enrich himselfe to satisfie his hate Tooke all aduantage working on thy youth Suggested lies instead of naked truth Lock't thee vp close Immur'd within a Wall When not a Groate was due to him at all But by the order of this noble Land He in that place for debt to-thee should stand Great God of Heauen it makes me weepe and waile To see Iuiustice oftentimes preuaile To domineere and catch into her hand When Innocence must at her mercy stand Then doth she squeese wring wrest extort and lurch When seldome times oppression comes at Church Deare friends perswasion once can ne're preuaile To worke a peace till all be set to saile Then swallowes all into a griping purse Not satisfied continues ten times worse Vowing to wast and Ruine all thy state Oh cursed malice hatcht by enuious fate When thy false heart hath made the act thy worst What art thou then more then a beast accurst Nay farre more worse for thou must count at large For euery soule committed to thy charge If by thy fault the least of them be lost Thy soule in hell the price of it will cost But yet my Muse vnfold to me the cause Why thou didst fall into the trecherous pawes Of hatefull foes deuouring Tigers fierce False hearted friends which in thy state did pierce That thou shouldst thus be tost on euery side Compeld oft times to be from home and ride To see if Enuy with her viperous face Hath foysted lies in sacred Iustice place I know no cause nor could I euer tell Why she should thus against thee alwayes swell Winding her selfe her mallice best to smother Ier. 23. 12. 10. 11. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. Into the habit of thine elder brother One thou hast lou'd inough to make me doate To see vice lurke vnder a formall coate And thou thy selfe that yet didst neuer hurt To harme a childe or throw a worme i'th'durt Or take delight to glory in the fall Of any one much lesle thy tongue to gall Bite scandall blurre to Iniury defame The worth of any in their goods or
lights the world vnder heauens starry Campe The Vertues which within thy brest were bred Shall neare be stained by any viperous head So long as Fame can sound thy glorious worth Chast Paragon the richest Iem on Earth Take all the Ladies breathing on this Ball The sweetest fac't the noblest borne and all The famous Queenes and Monarchs of the World Which on the wheele of Fortnne haue beene hurld That euer liu'd vpon this earthly frame Now gone and past too infinite to name The saints themselues and all the blessed troope Those that now liue within heauens burnisht hoope Though thou art blam'd as Author of their fall Yet art thou still the mother to them all Like to the Vine so is thy fruitfull Wombe Psal 128. 3. Simile Thy speech more sweet then is the honey combe Thy Breath all pure which from thy lips comes out Thy Browes impalde with Chastnesse round about From thee at first were peopled euery land Like O liue Plants thy tender Infants stand simile About thy Table in a seemely sort To ouer-ioy and make thee gladsome sport But why should I runne farther in thy praise Vpon Fames wings thy liuing name to raise Blazing thy parts maintaining of thee still And fowle detraction aymes to worke thy ill Aye to deface thy modest speeches pure With scandals vile for euer to endure When as thy worth exceeds the learnedst thought That by thy meanes into the world is brought And still the Truth conuinceth brings to light The actions false obscurd in enuyes night 1. Cor. 3. 12. Dissolues to naught the morter made of clay The buildings fram'd of stubble trash and hay The good from bad the sheepe from wolues doth seuer And brands the diuell in his false tongue for euer And yet we see the sacred Truth not free From viperous tongues gnawne in the worst degree simile Taxt oftentimes and squeesed like a Spunge By Romish Tygers at her sides that hunge Inuerting stretching construing all her words With error falshood damned wayes and girds Chaste vertuous Eue now she is past and dead The Serpents seed must breake the Womans seed But in the heauens th' eternall God of powre At Iustice barre will on their faces lowre And on their heads thunder his iudgements downe When Eue shall stand adorned with a Crowne Then shall their actions in his dradfull ire Be purged all and tride as gold i' th fire The wickeds words their enuious tong hath spake To her disgrace shall make them yearne and quake And in the end the sword shall iust diuide The good from those which haue her worth belide Whose feet shall totter on hels fatall wheele And headlong downe to damned diuels shall reele Whilst Eue shall sit triumphant on the skies Viewing their fall hearing their moanes and cryes Ioying to see the sacred Truth preuaile Her meaning clear'd her foes to weepe and waile And yet deare Eue I must not leaue thee there But bring thee downe more children for to beare If but with one thou hadst begun and ended Yet had the World beene by thy meanes befriended But to replenish with thy fruitfull spawne From Sols first rising where his teame doth dawne The totall earth on euery side and round Here is a loue the like was neuer found Within the brest of any woman kind Our thoughts hearts actions all our zeale to bind In true deuotion to thy reuerent name Much to admire so sweet a noble Dame When thy first child into the world was borne Straight he began to take delight in Corne In large possessions working vp the soyle Neare Paradise with painfull labour toyle Tilling the ground and planting of the graine His name thereby was fitly called Cain Whilst thou againe conceiu'st a second child A sweet borne babe of countenance more mild And after that about some threescore more Of sons and daughters which thy body bore All nurst by thee after their timely birth To fill the world and people all the earth Thus with thy husband in that arbour'd Tent Thou spentst thy dayes in wondrous great content In true Religion Sacrifices Rites Such as thy heart vnto thy God indites Ioying in him and he againe in thee The sweetest life that euer eye could see When as together in your children small You trayne them vp on Edens God to call And teach them yong by your owne steps allure Them to all good chaste honest actions pure The golden ground the heauenly starre and guide From which but few do euer after slide Happy thrice happy are those children borne A crowne of Glory shall their browes adorne Whose infant yeares are by their parents first With the pure milke of true Religion nurst In riper dayes when blustring blasts assaile The mountaines high that ouertops the dale Their Faith stands firme as fixt vpon a Rocke Not easly stird by euery wauing shocke But constant bides most permanent and sure The assaults of Sathan strongly to endure In Elder Time when Age doth threaten death At latest gaspe euen when our vitall breath Begins to faile in hastning on our end And kinsfolks friends vpon vs all attend With sad lamenting discontented eyes To see our Soule how vp to heauen it flies Forsakes the Earth willing the world to lose Incombred with a thousand cares and woes That in this life dayly attend the sheepe Vntill with Christ aboue the clouds they keepe O then the comfort sweet delight and ioyes When all things else seems to their sense but toyes There the good shepheard in his armes embraceth All those that loue him wondrously he graceth With this kinde welcome Come ye blessed Soules Come drinke the Nectar kept in Christall bowles Eate this Ambrosia as a sacred token That for thy sin my body once was broken Receiue heauens crowne th' eternall kingdome kept For all those Saints which from the world haue slept But soft my Muse what makst thou now aboue Out of this world thus on a sudden moue Adam to leaue his fruitfull wife and all His pleasures ioyes and both his children small Euen in the spring and glory of their birth Weary of all thus to forsake the Earth As if thou tookst more pleasure true delight Within the heauens then in their sinfull sight Stay yet a while and as thou hast begun So to the end thy course directly run Leaue them not thus O do not now surcease Till thou hast brought them to their graues in Peace Shew all their liues the chiefe of euery thing Their Crosses Griefes do thou diuinely sing But yet at first tell how in louing sort The Brothers liu'd and made their Parents sport Those that long time without a childe haue beene And neuer issue of their owne haue seene But without kindred friends and those which may With some content succeed at latter day If these I say when least of all they thought Should children haue so fortunately brought To prittle prattle euery word by chance And vp and downe about the house
Iniurious dealings treacherous actions base Sly cunning traps to grind the poore mans face Vexations wrongs fell viperous proiects vile As bad and worse then those which do defile Their fowle blacke hands in Christian crimson blood Waste others State to do themselues no good The damned rout of hell spurd Furies curst That from Caines fact tooke all beginning first Would tire my Muse and weary all your eares Amaze your thoughts and fill you full of feares With Wonder strike you as a man halfe dead And set your haire vpright vpon your head To see since first this world by God was fram'd The enuious deeds not fitting to be nam'd But Time diuider of ech day from night Will all disclose and bring the Truth to light Successiuely shall lay them open all Iust as Occasion in my way may fall Meane while deare Muse let vs retire againe To shew the life of cursed enuious Caine And tell what course after this deed he tooke How round about on euery side his looke Was fearfull gazing least his fathers eye Might glance that way and so the fact espye And see Gods iudgement on his branded skin His blacke foule face for this vile murdring sin Asham'd and shamelesse barbarous wretch vnkind From thence he goes leaues Habel dead behind Steales out away and pryes in euery nooke For feare his fact should be bewraid by 's looke At length by chance as he was lingring late He finds his sister by his fathers gate Takes her away euen in the euening darke simile As doth a Kite a simple harmelesse Larke And when Alas she could not well descrye His foule blacke colour by her clowded eye His speech she knew which made her willing more To leaue her Iewels kindred and her store And go with him then all the rest beside She little thought his hands with blood were dide Simile All night they walkt talking of this and that She louely fayre he like an vgly Bat That shuns the light is neither bird nor beast Of both partakes a monster at the least Or like to those that in our dayes do hie From vs to Rome from thence againe do flye And little care so they may haue their will Mens Soules their Liues their State and all to spill As was the case of that damn'd murdring rout Which from Hels bowels brought their treasons out Vntill at last with wandring weary growne And want of sleepe together both lay downe Whilst he euen then layes open all his mind Tels her his loue he mindes with hers to binde That she shall be the Obiect of his eye His darling deare from her to neuer flye By meanes of which adulterous flattring wilde Incestuously he gets her there with childe But when Aurora glory of the World Heauens candle bright about the Earth had purld And but began to shew a burnisht face Vpon these two in that polluted place From slumbring sleepe his Sister sodaine wakt Starts vp and cryes most fearefully she quakt So foule a sight by her was neuer seene Thinking the diuell in shape of Caine had beene Vpright she stands her hayre vpon her head Rowzd in the light from her adulterous bed Faine would she run wishing her selfe at home Cursing the Time when she from thence did come And glad would be no longer here to stay But that from thence she knew not well the way Like to a Lady in an euening darke 〈◊〉 Walking alone within her pleasant Parke Thinking to meet her louing husband deere Her father brother or some welcome Peere Is by a villaine suddenly surprisde In shape speech gesture all of them disguisde Carryed away traynd on a long to walke Misdoubts no hurt in all his trecherous talke But freely spends the sable lowring night Her ioyes toyes pleasures in her loues delight Vntill the morning of the day appeares Draws wide heauens Curtain all the skies it cleares And makes her see how she hath bin misled By folly guile brought to an vnknowne bed Weeps mourns laments teareth her Amber hayres Raues frets and grieues as one distracted stares That once her body louely chaste and pure Should now be staind thus by a wretch impure And that her corpes when Heauens bright Candle winkt Should be but found close to a Monster linkt So may we iudge was this young Virgins case Traynd as I told you from that louely place Where father friends acquaintance all she had To cast her fortunes on a Varlet bad Damn'd homicide dame Natures vglyest marke To be betrayd thus trecherously i'thdarke The vnblowne Rose defended by the thorns Vermillion blush that both her cheeks adorns Chaste modest thoughts to giue the soule content When these shall be all ech in sunder rent Deflowr'd defac't by treason cropt and staind To haue i'th'end none but a Mungrell gain'd Thus in a maze astonisht all the while Caine looketh vp and on her face doth smile Gently entreats perswades her not to feare The Sun burnt colour that his skin did beare Tels her his face was nothing else but tan'd With walking much about his new plow'd land And that the colour on his face which lay Would cleane be washt and skowred all away She him beleeues and so from thence they went Like Vagabonds without a pasport sent Simile Roming about vntill at last they found A pleasant sweet delitious dainty ground Iust to the East hard to the lowring face Of sacred Iustice in that Orient place Far from their Friends their Country Church and God To liue with ease within the Land of Nod Heere first they stayd and to secure their state They built a house of timber stones and slate Turfe Morter Durt and euery thing they finde They pile vp close to keepe off showers and winde And at the length as if they were afraid That after wards their liues might be betrayd By sauage beasts in humane monsters feil Such as himselfe hath hatch't below in Hell Reuengefull Tyrants murthering men and all About his house he builds a spacious Wall And in the same he liues for many yeares His conscience stuft with horrour drad and feares At length his Wife brings forth her first borne child A bloudy Elfe deformed fowle and wild Like to the Sire so is his picture drawne Simile Brought vp to sweare cheate couzen lye and fawne No God to know his tongue to curse and fret With enuious face for like doth like beget And he againe his sister rude doth take Makes choyce of her to be his onely make That she and he and all the rest beside Which in that place within the walls did bide The cursed spawne of Caines adulterous race Did in short time soouerswarme the place With multitudes of that incestuous rout Poligamy from this vile Race sprangout That in seuen hundred twenty yeares and ten Their hatefull stocke grew to a world of men This was this Age that Caine did liue some say Genebrard â—x Rab. sol When then began his fatall lowring day For
Iustice alwayes in mans life or death Will yet at length her flaming sword vnsheath Lamech the fifth from his own bloud descended With one hard blow his vitall life straight ended Iust Iudgement of the Highest euer still To make the blind to execute his will That though man runs vnpunisht all his dayes Yet in the end he payes him many wayes And when the least of all his time he thinkes Then is he caught vnder Gods vengeance sinkes For as the Rabbyes of the Iewes do tell This monster Caine about these parts did dwell And was the first that euer City built Led thereunto by his fowle murthering guilt More to secure him in so strong a Wall And shun the curse then any thing at all Euen where sinne most of all the earth was bred He layes him downe and makes that place his bed There wallowes tumbles spends his aged dayes In wicked workes ten thousand kind of wayes When at the last he for a beast was slaine By Heauens iust Act in treacherous Tubal-Caine Guiding the hand of Lamech being blind To murther Caine against his fathers mind And Tubal-caine had his iust Guerdon paid For Lamech struck him that all dead he laid His bleeding corps vpon the cold greene ground What they wrought others they themselues haue found The City Caine by Henocks name did call His eldest Sonne whom most he lou'd of all Some say the same by Libanus was fram'd But afterwards by others Oenus nam'd And some affirme the building Iesca leed Great Iebab Mauly were his only deede And Tehe Celet Cities sixe in number Were raiz'd by him with such a world of lumber As in our dayes those that behold the place May see their ruines in Caines wofull case You Cities all how were you fram'd at first But in the sin of wicked Caine accurst Was not your Morter tempered with the bloud And slaughter vile of righteous Abel good Is not the Earth her bowels rent and torne Your walls to build and lofty towers adorne Great Thetis lap is all beslic't and cut To bring forth treasures in your wombs to put The lofty Ceders Timber Trees of worth Are hack't downe flat and leuel'd with the earth Base gold and siluer that mans mind appals Where doth it rust but in your cankred walls How are your streetes with Paracides bepestred With noysome Air contagious fowly festred So banesull growne that from you all or some Hels Antechrist the Prince of Diuels shall come So Babilon the tyrant of the earth Dan. 7. 8. And Rome Vsurper since her Popish birth How were they built but in the crimson gore Of thrice ten millions of mens soules and more Nimrod the hunter of Gods fearefull flock First raiz'd that Tower which seem'd the heauens to mock By tyranizing on the feeble weake As in my worke heereafrer I shall speake And Romulus the monster of his age How did he murther in his barbarous rage His brother Remus in whose scarlet bloud Rome first was built by Tybers treacherous floud And since the sincke of superstition made For euery wretch within her walls to trade Idoll of Nature sprang at first from hell As afterwards I shall haue cause to tell But what make we deareMuse within the walls Oftraiterous Townes and Citties full of braules Where nothing sauours wholesome sweete and faire But earthly bad to putrifie the Ayre Let vs retire into the country coates To heare Heauens birds to chirp ten thousand noates About the woods on euery side along Sweete Nightingales to warble forth their song The Lennet Larke the Blackbird Thrush and all How night and day their smooth sweete tunes do call Melodiously vnto the God offame To sound forth prayses to his glorions name And where our Grandsire Adam last was left When Caine his brother of his life bereft Whether the Soule of Habels body slaine By the curst hand of treacherous damned Caine His Genius spirit Angell bloud or Saint Or God himselfe did Adam first acquaint With the sad newes of this so vile a deede Or that suspicion in his brest might breede Abroad he walkes and findes the bleeding quarre Of Habell slaine vnder a fatall starre Weepes and laments grieues to haue lost his sonne Caine Daughter Brother all of them vndone He louing Father piles a wondrous heape Collossus like of massy stones not cheape Simile And with much care his dying name to saue Builds a huge Mount vpon his crimson graue From thence as one distracted for the time With deepe conceit of this so foule a crime Surcharg'd with sorrow ouergrowne with griefe He hates the place as Author of it chiefe And with his Wife and all his children left He bids adien vnto the ground and wept Trauels along like to a Pilgrim poore Or as a Hermit with small litlle store Simile Till at the last it was their chance to stay In Canaan and there their bones to lay As in this rugged ragged rurall verse I hope ere long diuinely to rehearse But sacred Muse here we must stay awhile seth borne And with Sethes birth the posting time beguile That sweete borne Babe of Heauen it selfe befriended From whom the Church is lineally descended Iust as a hundred twenty yeares and ten Of Adams age into this world of men He was begat Tipe of that promist Lambe To saue the World into the World first came Preaching Repentance all our liues to mend Whose Gouernment shall neuer earthly end Vntill the Trumpet in the skyes shall sound To summon soules from their dead sleepe i' th ground How did the Heauens euen in his infant birth Reioyce and dance about the Ball i' th earth Melodiously their sacred Organs went To see young Seth into the World thus sent In Minor yeeres their fortunes on him showred And on his head their deerest blessings powred Enduing him with towardnes and wit That on his temples all the Arts did sit About his Browes the Lawrell wreath haue wound As the first man that euer letters found How did the Saints at this thy Fortune smile True Isralite in whom there is no guile Ioh. 1. 47. Thy manly dayes they were not ouersway'd Gen. 4. 26. Chap. 5. 34. With fond conceits but in Religion stay'd Enuy Opression Lust and Rauine base Within thy heart could neuer find a place Nor yet the thought of any deede vnkind Could once be found to harbour in thy mind But full of peace like to thy father deare Or God himselfe in all his workes most cleare Simile So art thou blest to bring forth such a Sonne From whom the Church successiuely must runne True Picture of thy Body Mind and Thought Enoch the man to God himselfe that brought Enoch borne Thee sacred flock which wandring almost lame And taught them first to call vpon his Name By prayer preaching Heauen blest dearest Muse Which on the Sabaoth they did dayly vse Yet some do say the Church againe did fall In this mans dayes to wicked