my worth my force As if weake Stags might braue the peerelesse Horse For physicall receipts easily yeeld Aliue I profit man you being â—ild This makes him seeke your death my life to saue Yet being dead my parts their vertues haue VVhich I refer to others to relateâ— As scorning Hog-like to doe good so late This only I conclude If man should choose To saue but one hee 'd both of you refuse The armed Bull sweld puâ—t and roard alowd To heare â—he Hart so bold the Horse so proud And all the while they spake he tost about With hornes and hoofes the dust then bellowd out This bolder braue What ignorance is this That causeth both of you so much amisâ—e To boast your false worths and neglect the true Which resâ—s in me belongs to none of you The Wolfe the Greyhound and â—ach questing cur Makes thee poore trembling Hart keepe such a stir To shift thy layer as if thy life were lost With euery faint blast that the leaues downe tostâ— And this couragious Horse that makes a quoile Of wounds in war and tilling oâ— the soyle With many other vses fit for man As they that least can doe best cauill can Let this his answer be the spur and bit Shewes man trusts not his courage nor his wit For if he tyre or faint his spur prouokes And prickes him forward with continuall strokes And if with head-strong heat he madly rides The bridle curbes him and his folly guides All voluntary acts the actors praise Not such as others by constraint doe raise Out of our natures whilst we easily are Made instruments either of peace or warâ— Else might our horned Heards the rescue boast Of Hannibal and his distressed hoast When he with lights and torches tyde to vs Escapt the trap of lingring Fabius But truth is far from such ostents those deeds We call our owne which from our choice proceeds The yoke we beare and wherewithall we till The earth for man is by constraint not willâ— What comfort from our flesh or from our Cowes By calues or milke or Cheese or Butter flowes Or physicall receipts as they are more And vsefuller then what you both before Haue mentioned so freely I confesse Man hath in them the glory more or lesse His wit and industry in them is seene And th' Authors goodnesse from whom first we been War is the good you glory in which springs From mans ambitious ignorance and brings Wants woe and death with many ills beside To scourge vs all through ouâ— great masters pride Then at the best you are but slaues to such As feeding you foode to theiâ— like doe grutch And through your force their owne reuengements take Whilst you to stout men cowards equall makeâ— For what from you they borrow they must grant They feare their foes enioy whilst they doe want Thus therefore all the nobler nations vse To sight on foot whilst coward rather choose To share with beasts in glory and to get Themselues a name through your foole hardy heat So you on them and they on you depend Such seruice iudgement neuer did commend And thus in sportiue war and warlike sport You doe your rider from himselfe transport Whilst you not man-liâ—e grow but beast-like he Resembles you in all these sports we see Yea often to mischance you doe betray Your heedlesse rider and in midst of play Prâ—cipitate his soddaine fortune so That who hath you a faiâ—nd shall need no 〈◊〉 But may himselfe a happy man proclaime If by your meanes he scapes without a maime But now if either of you thinke you can Out of your owne worthes proue more fit for man And better able to defend and guard Him whom we serue from whom we haue reward Then I can with my hornes and harnast hide Proceed to triall I defie your pride And with bold challenge summon you to fight A triple combat to decide the right They both with eager appetite accept These wisht conditions and by this haue stept For from each other all prepard doe stand At full carere to ioyne this treble band The field triangle wise they euenly cast And each with rage expects that dreadly blast Which warnes them charge Each roreth out his wrath Nor other need of drums or trumpeâ—s hath The Hart doth bray the bounding Steed doth neigh The Bull doth bellow deepe and lowde and high The earth doth tremble and the ayre doth shun This dreadfull thunder as when laden gun Spits forth its load in scorne to be restraind The ayre giues way vnto the bullets chaind As dreading to resist so mighty force Thus meet the valiant Bull the Hart and Horse The Hart and Horse first touch tha'ppointed place Being more swift and apter for the race And let each other with much dangeâ— feele The force of horned head and armed heele But ere a second bout they can performe In comes the boystrous Bull like winters storme And seuers them with such a violent push That they amazde turne giddy with the rush But nimble both and actiue they repay The sturdie Bull with all the speed they may The Hart with his broadhornes doth make him reelâ— But the kinde Horse vpholds him with his heele The Bull thanks neither for the one did pearce His hollow flanke the other much more fearce Did breake a rib and bruise his shoulder blade And taught him with lesse choller to inuade Yet th'ods is soone recouer'd with his horne Which hath the belly of the Courser torne And rent one weaker beame from branched Hart As trees by thunder riuen or clouen athwart The subtle Hart then shuns those ruder blowes And tho'ds of handistrokes too dearely knowesâ— The Horse taught by his wounds doth keepe aloofe And stands vpon defence with hardned hoofe The Bull assaults them both with watchfull eye And seeks how he aduantages may spie The Horse and Hart vpon their guard do stand In doubt and iealousie on either hand The Bull assaults the Hart but he giues way And slips his furie with what slight he may Yet turnes not head as fearefull cowards will But wefes aside to tyre his foe with skill The Bull then strikes the Horse a deadly cuff But he requites him with a counterbuff The Hart strikes in betwixt the Bull turnes rownd The Horse leaps right vp doth coruet and bownd So at one instant fatally they meâ—te The Bull his death meets from the Horses feet The Hart th' aduantage takes the â—orse aloft Strikes his one horne into his belly soft Which there hangs fast the Horse doth with his fall Breakes the Harts necke this is the end of all None hath the conquest all of them are slaine Their death 's not doubted long they there remaine Till that the King their Master hauing neede Of their attendance goes his guard to feed For none might tend them else least they acquainted With others bribes by treason should be tainted So enters he the place and there he spies What doth affright him
his bowels and to rake â—is entrailes with their nailes which paine doth wake â—im from his latest sleepe and makes him crie Aloud this counsell Princes see ye trieâ— Before ye trust Those seruants that be ill At your commaund for others money will Betray you too he easly will dispense With greatest sinnes who hath of small no sence Beware of such as flatter by traduction Thei le first be others then be your destruction Beware of priuie whisperers and spies The truth they tell is but a sauce for lies Beware of Ledgers for legerdemaine With others beside Iuglers doth remaine And cheating and crosse-biting Great ones may In great things vse as Little ones at play Beware of Clergie men their colour changing And in each place with lawlesse freedome ranging Take heede of Pensions they haue often slept In priny Chambers and at Counsell kept And if it be a truth which some haue told Good men haue had large sleeues to put vp gold With that he dies and those that were within Striuing who first should greatest credit win By carrying newes of this accursed deede Hinder each other in their hasty speede And issuing out iust as his chaps did close Did their reward life fame together lose Yet ill report findes wings in euery place And this vnto the Sea-horse flies apace Who making too much hast in top of pride Nothing before behinde nor bout him spide And so for lacke of care himselfe betraide Into a pit-fall which th' Egyptians laid There he doth pine to death and dying cries Who liues by treason thus by treason dies Epimythium THe Crocodile is a Hieroglyphicke of Honour or Nobility The Hippopotame of Impietie Ingratitude and â—enesse 1. These two haue continuall warre and in that â—melion and Polâ—pus the types of subtill dissimuâ—ion and craftie hypocrisie ioyne with Hippopotamâ—â—ainst â—ainst the Crocodile it giues honour warning to beâ—re of such who adapt themselues to please humors sooth grosse follies for these though perhaps they â—me of their colour weare their liueries follow 〈◊〉 religion whom they depend vpon will notwithâ—nding for gaine Iudas like kisse and betray â—em 2. In that the time when this was done is said to in peace after sport it shewes that Honor which â—ings from action decaies with affectation of peace â—d sleepes to death with immoderate pleasure in the â—mes or bed of securitie 3. The touch of Torpedo warnes Greatnesse from â—oth and to beware of such charming Counsellours hide the truth of dangers from the eyes of States 4. Alcedos warning the Crocodile tels vs no danger â—mes without aâ—monition Wisedome cries out in â—e streetes it is our owne fault if stopping our eares â—e perish wilfully 5. In that Châ—schillus sings the Crocodile asleepe tels vs flatterie is the ruine of honour yet the flatâ—rers note is sweeter and wel-commer to the eare then the admonition of friendship and true loue 6. In that Ichneumon and Cuschillus leape into belly it shewes Treason will pursue the blackest pâ—iect with most bloody and bold violence and 〈◊〉 striue to double that sinne with slander and misrepoâ— which once they contriued applauded and perhâ— perswaded Greatnesse to commit 7. In that Hippopotame falls into the Aegyptiâ— trap it shewes what the Psalmist saith Who digâ— pit for another falls therein himselfe Treason eâ— betrayes the Traytor else it were not right treason If any man enquire farther after this tale let hâ— call to minde the late death of that renowned King France whose life was terrible to Rome and her aâ— herâ—nts He had many admonitions to beware of Iesuiticâ— practises but would not take heede his confidenâ— might rather be tearmed presumption then courage I haue heard a story of him which may be as true its strange the probabilitie is great Monsieur D. Plessis that glorious starre of oâ— age being euer bold with the King because the kiâ— knew him honest and durst trust him farther then Protestant Prince may trust a Popish Catholike wiâ— safety told his Master that all the world did wondâ— at the sodaine repeale of that edict of banishment solemnly made by the Parliament against all â—esuitâ— vpon so iust an occasion as the wounding of his sacrâ— person by one of their disciples He humbly besougâ— him to giue him licence to put him in minde hoâ— once professing the reformed religion euen in armeâ— he had been defended from the treacheries of his enemies by that God whose cause hee fought for But now in the armes of peace hee was endangered by them who pretend his protection for that they thought that howsoeuer for some respects he carried himselfe he could not be in loue with their darkenesse who had beene acquainted with the true light And the Protestants thought so likewise the rather induced hereunto by Gods miraculous deliuerance of him â—rom the horror of that bloody attempt not suffering any part to be punished but his mouth with which hee had offended But hee besought him to remember that the hearts of Kings are in the hands of God aswell as their heads and if they forsake or forget him and what he hath done for them hee in Iustice often giues them ouâ—r into the hands of their enemies I enforce no man to beleeue this Narration the â—robability with the credit of the Relator and the â—uccesse haue preuailed with me to accept and reporâ—â—t As his death was the damnable act of a Iesuiticall Assasinat of the Romish religion so this admonition â—eares the shape of a true Israelitâ— and one of the house of peace PHAENIX DEDICATED To the honorable KNIGHT Sr. ROBERT RICHE and his noble LADY THere 's but one Phaenix is there had been more Your names had stood within but now before TH' Arabian Phaenix being noble young And newly from his fathers ashes sprung Seeing how other birds did louers take Of their owne kind would needs like trâ—â— maâ—â— And thought by what good course he might preuent His doubted ruine and seeme prouident Where nature as he iudg'd defectiue stood In leauing single such an absolute good His meanes was marriage married he would be But where to choose a Mate he could not see For choose hee might and please his curious eyne Each bird made suite to be his Valantine The Pehen drest her selfe and spred her taile The Turkeyâ—hen aduanc'd her spotted saile The Turtle left her mate to ioyne with him The Siluer-Swan in ruffled pride did Swim The Parakite and Goldfinch Citie heires Offer'd him loue and what besides was theirs The courtly Pheasant gaudy Popâ—niay In varied coloures drest themselues that day The sweet Canary singer stroue t' excell The merry-making mournefull Phâ—lomel Who left deploring and did mirth preferreâ— Wishing the Phaenix would haue rauish't her All these with all besides the rest excelling Did woo him proffer loue their passions telling But all in vaine the bird of Paradise Had with her pleasing forme bewitcht his eyes He wooes and winnes her too with small adoe Where both
Harmonie of the whole consisteth The weights are the priuiledges immunities prerogatiues and donations of seuerall kinds bestowed vpon the Church in seuerall ages by good Kings liberall professors and benefactors The challenge the Clocke seemes to make hâ—ere to rule the Dyal resembleth the controuersie the Church of Rome raiseth in the Catholicke Church about the exposition the restrayning or publishing of the Scriptures 2. The Dyal is the written word which is of it selfe dead and vnprofitable without farther illumination Since none of the Philosophers nor Salomon himselfe by the meâ—re strength of Nature could from thence draw sauing knowledge without sauing grace But as the Dyal hath reference to the Sunne so hath this to the Sonne of righteousnesse Neither am I without warrant for vsing this bold Allegorie since the sweet Singer of Israel compares the same word to a lanterne and the spirit to a light when he saith elegantly and like a Diuine POET Thy word is a lanterne vnto my feet and a light vnto my path Now as it is absurd that the Dyal should bee set by the vncertaine gadding of the Clock So is it more absurd that the Clergy should so iudge of the Scriptures as to conclude oâ— teach any thing by wâ—â—â— pretence soeuer against it or to vouch vnwritten veriâ—â—es as some call them or traditions contradictorie to the written word But much rather as the 〈◊〉 ought to be set by the Dyal so ought the Church to subiect it selfe to bee directed by the Scriptures and to prooue and examine it selfe by the same rule whether it be in the faith or no. And finding iâ— selâ—â— in the right it ought by manifest proofes and argâ—â—ents from thence to shew forth the same faith 〈…〉 3. Thirdly the Weather-cocke who 〈◊〉 himselfe as iudge in this controuersie betweene the Dyal and the Clocke is that Pope of Rome who challengeth the same prerogatiue iure diuino oueâ— the Church and Scriptures How falsely he doth this and yet how impudently is well knowne to all For I know not what the Pope hath more to doe with the rule of the Catholique Church then the Weather-cocke because he stands vpon the top of the steeple hath to doe with the gouernment of the Clock and Dyal I haue heard and read the reasons vpon which the contrary opinion is grounded but for my owne part can see no strength in them able to turne any but Weather-cockâ— The prioritie of place the whole Church perhaps would bee content to yeeld him for the generall peace and to expresse the true humilitie of holy Pastors who follow the example and doctrine of their master Christ But for him that turnes and returnes as vncertainely with euery blast of humor or occasion as any Weathercocke at â—e change of the winde to challenge not onely the â—mmunitie from errors and the infallibilitie of iudgeâ—ent but also to be Christs Vicar Generall vpon earth 〈◊〉 Peters Successor the Apostolicall Prince and Vniuersall Bishop of the whole Church to haue all power in Heauen and on Earth and all iurisdiction both temporall and spirituall impropriated to his Chaâ—re and â—nnexed to his place this seemes strange and they â—ustly deny it him who are not giddy with standing â—oo neere him or troubled with the same vertigo by â—eason of the height of place from whence they looke â—pon the rest of the poore afflicted and distressed â—ocke of Christ Iesus But for this proud challenge â—hey know truly how to style him the great Antichrist and crowne him with this triple Crowne the Man of sinne the Whore of Babylon the Vicar Generall of HELL CERTAINE PIECES OF THIS AGE PARABOLIZD viz. Duellum Britannicum Regalis Justitia Iacobi Aquignispicium Antidotum Cecillianum By THOMAS SCOT Gentleman Scire tuum nihil est LONDON Printed for Francis Constable 1616. DVELLVM BRITANNICVM DEDICATED To the eternall memorie of that admirable Combat performed by two valorous Knights Sir Robert Mansell appellant and Sir Iohn Heydon Defendant where both equally expressing fortitude and skill in giuing and receiuing wounds scaped death notwithstanding by the onely fauour of Prouidence SInce you haue done more then I can relate A miracle in conquering Death what hatâ— Is that then death more deadly which suruiues To cloude the glory of your after liues Be reconcilde we shew most strength and skill In mastering our strong frailtie our weake will Duellum Britannicum HOMO HOMINI DAEMON Man may Man perswade amisse But the skill and cunning is To rule him right to cause him doâ— What true wisedomâ—â—oâ—gs â—nto See how the busie Lawyers throng Twixt Man and Man for right and wrongâ— Those Papers all those bookes are writ To reconcile Mans iarring wit Pistols Muskets Rapiers Swords All the Engines war affordsâ— Are for Man prepar'd not hell There no foe like Man doth dwell Man for sport baites Lyons Beares Man alone Man hates and feares GReat Volumes in few lines epitomiz'd Are easiest apprehended and so priz'd Large Countries in small Maps are best suruaide Because the sense in these abridgments staid Keeps company with Reason neuer flitting From that firme obiect their ioynt powers fitting Thus the whole world is in one Man exprest And euery part describ'd and iudged best Then noble Britainâ— do not scorne to see Thy owne face in this Glasse I proffer thee Two of thy children whose fortune tels What danger and assur'd destruction dwels In thy dis-vnion and how fond they are Who with false reasons nurse thy ciuill warre The two two Worthies nobly borne and bred Inrich'd with vertue and vpon the head Of Court and Kingdome placâ—d as Iewels worne For vse and ornament now rent and torne Remaine sad spectacles and cry aloud O Man why being mortall art thou proud Why art thou proud of beauty Roses blast Or of thy wealth the mines of India waste Or of thy strength since sicknes age or wounds Let loose the stiff-strung ioynts and spirit confounds Or of thy honour and thy high-borne blood Since to be great is not worth praise but good Or of all these since all these and much more Whâ—rton and Steward had lost and di'd poore Much more they had so much that hard it is To tell what either wanted Earths chiefe blisse Their Princes fauour like the Sunne aboue In his hot Solstice stood and did improue Their blooming youth's with ripened fruit before Their thoughts could hope ô what could they wish more Friends sought theÌ„ fortune blest theÌ„ blest them so That which might happiest seeme was hard to know Neither had cause of Enuie except thus As th'eiesâ— hands feet which guide guard carry vs Whose selfe like shape and equall vse admits No warre but fellow-feeling of such fits Griefes and diseases and each part sustaines So shar'd they in all pleasures toyles sports paines Nor had these other cause of warre at all And causelesse warre is most vnnaturall Yet oh that subtle Spirit incens'd rash blood With franticke rage that enery ill seem'd
good They first must pray so vndeserued gold Ill got we waste and haue no power to holdâ— Then they proceed to words from words to blowes The way to ill is easie but who knowes The Clue that we returne by hence proceeds A Challenge from wrong'd Wharton Steward needs No such stale prouocation Mischiefes feet Are swift to blood their quicke desires soon meet And met soone fight bold Steward falls by Fate Wharton by Chance those powers each other hate So I haue seene from th' Indies East and West Two Ships well rigg'd and mann'd vpon the brest Of Thetis dâ—ncing spreading flags abroad For ioy of their long-wisht-for English roade Past now all dangerous Roâ—ksâ— Gulphs Pyrats Sand Ready t'vnlade their rich fraught on firme land And tell the story of their perils past And frolicke with glad friends in peace at last When spying each other so bedeckt adorn'd With outward pomp ones pride the other scorn'd And from that enuious scorn some word proceeding And from that word some blow from that blow bleeding Then giuing way to fury all inrag'd Both are in desp'rate tearmes of fight ingag'd The fire in water Lead in th' ayre their center Doe madly seeke and both these râ—dely enter The strong ships wombe and ransacâ—e euery hold For pretious life neglecting Indiâ—n gold The shot seems thunder but the dying grones Of slaughtered soules shrike louder deeper tones Then roring Cannons whose thicke charging rout Le ts water freely in and poures bloud out In this hot fight both firmly doe defend Both nimbly do assault both madly spend Strength skill and all to hurt Conquest inclines To neither part as partiall Equall lines Are drawne betwixt them both by Fate and Chance Till th' one his topsaile fairely doth aduance To win the winde and in that vantage flies With force and fury on his foe who plies All meanes to salue this losse and to regaine Faire ods or equall standing once againe But all in vaine fortune the winde and sea Conâ—ederate with the aduerse seeme to be So this to sinke rather then yeeld resolues And halfe his tatter'd sides the Sea inuolues When th' other couetous grapples with his foe To bourd and rob him and being chained so The sâ—ip that leaks sinks and with his weight drawes The Conqueror with Conquest to deaths iawes So fares it with these noble Combatants Both equally of blood and honor vaunts Both enui'd and belou'd alike both friends Both yong both valiant and their life and ends So paralell and twin-like like in all That they obtain'd one graue one â—unerall One graue one funerall they obtain'd yet lost The â—ame and honor their youth thirsted most Because their quarrell on false grounds begun Could not produce true praise nor true blame shun The wounds thou gau'st stout Whartoâ— had bin good Against thy Kings or faiths foe and thy blood Heroicke Steward had been nobly shed Against such slaues so both had brauely bled And your brasse Monuments had spoke the fame Of Whartons noble Stewards royall name Then the fierce challenger for his quicke charge And stout assault with wounds giuen deepe and large His apt command of euery part soone shunning All wounds saue one giuen more by chance then cunning And the Defendant who so long time stood Drownd yet vndanted in his owne life blood And deadly wounded past all hope of liuing Death in his death to his haile fooeman giuing Had filld the largest leaues of Fames faire story And both worne wreath of triumph conquest gloryâ— And then like patterns â—o both Realms set out By vertue for example the wise and stout Had been your schollers and their lessons read In those greene fields where both so boldly bled Bnt now aye me as rocks bars sands at sea Or marks set vp to shew ships where they bee Or rather as some wrack'd ships selfe whose mast Ore-looks the waues and yet still sticking fast In th' eating silt bids the wise Pilot flye The tracklesse path where such hid dangers lye So stand these two the signes of woe and ruth Of shipwrackt honor fortune valour youth And by their deaths confirme this speech for good Vertue hath greater priuiledge then blood Our soules are Gods our bodies are the Kings And he that in his priuate quarrell brings Either of these in question doth betray The Kings part and giues Gods part cleane away England behold in Wharton what thou art And Scotland see in Steward euery part Of thy best power shun enmitie and strife None but your selues haue power of eithers life Let no slight toyes the snares and traines of hell Breed war betwixt you two but kindly dwell Within this I le as in one house the rather Being thereto wooed by your good King kind father If not peruse this glasse and let not me The fatall Prophet of such ill newes be To your succeeding times but choose you whether You 'le still liue friends or like these die together DVELLI FINIS A cast of Falcons in their pride At passage scouring fowle eâ—pide Securely feeding from the spring At one both ayme with nimble wing They first mount vp abouâ— Mans sight Plying for life this emulouâ— flight In equall compasse and maintaine Their pitch without a lazie plaine Then stooping freely lightning like They counter dead each other strike The â—owle escapesâ— and with her wings Their funerall dirge this lesson sings Who aimes at glory not aright Meetâ—s death but Glorie takes her flight Epitaphium Georgii Whartoni Milit. TH' offence was great worse the report The iniâ—râ—e Reuenge acquitting And life with many wounds ta'ne for 't Argâ—'de a minde true honour fitting For sluggish Cowardice doth shame Anoble Stocke and â—onour'd nameâ— Epitaphium Iacobi Stewardi Armigeri VVIth an vndaunted heart I fought Reuenge and Choller me assailing In fight I fell with courage stoâ—t My life and â—oes together failingâ— I dig'de my graue out with my sword And stroke whilst life would strength afford IVSTITIA IACOBI Dedicated to the graue reuerend and iudicious Knight Sr. ROBERT GARDINER sometime Lord Iustice of Ireland SO many men presse now for place in State Deseart and Worth cannot come neere the gate â—ut happy were it for the State and Vs â—f we as Rome did sought for Curius â—here should we finde him farre from Court with you â—erhaps a Gardiner or perhaps at Plow â—et euen the same which Pyrrhus did withstand â—amnites and Sabines ruld as you Ireland â—hen should our Kings cleare Iustice shine too brighâ— â—o suffer potent wrong cloude impotent right â—hen should this act of Iustice so aboue â—ll presidents make others like it mooâ—e But wretched we whilst few the doore can passe Of high preâ—erment but the Lâ—den Asse Regalis Justitia IACOBI DEVS VIDET Man Angell nor the Fiend of Hell Can Mans heart see search and tell That God aloâ—e doth vnderstand Closing all thoughts within his hand He better knowes then Priest Iudge Scribe Who gaue the last cause-carrying bribe He sees
If sport hurt so O what will open force and malice do Thy King rides hunts and falls Are horses then Turn'd traitors too will beasts proue like to men Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous To armes then Caesar shun the Senate house Like poison ponyards pistols Death aâ—oue Attends on ' Prâ—nces when they feed sleep moue Bâ—neath like powder that the ground they tread Seemes all one continent to quicke and dead And is 't not so with others too behold This silly Fencer in his ignorance bold Think 's his submissiue sorrow will suffice For that vnhappy thrust at Sanquiers eyes And begging pardon seemes to haue it then What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men Yet Turner will A reconciled foe Seemes a true friend to him would haue him so He thinks now Dunne is dead to die in peace but blood cries out for blood and doth not cease Till vengeance followes Vengeance euen at hand Whaits like a treacherous Groome of Sanquiers and When Turner nothing of his neere death thinkes But laughes plaies to his deaths-man drinkes Let 's his charg'd pistoll flie whose mouth spits lead With fire-wing'd speede striking the Fencer dead No ward auoides that blow Palâ— Death we see A fellow-gamester in all sports will be The Murtherers flee Iustiâ—e pursues with speede Th' Abettor Actor Author of this deede Who apprehended apprehend too late If friends helpe not the issue of their fate But friends will help One steps vnto the King Kneeles and thus pleads Leige Lord you are the spring From whence Nobilitie flowes And all our blood The neerer yours it comes the neerer good As you first gaue so let your power preserue Those that are set a part the Crowne to serueâ— Others by fit election these by fate Are made hereditarie to the State Distinguish'd from the common ranke of those Who only know they are not when they rose And priuiledâ—ge aboue the raskall rout Whose words and deeds haue reference to account Else why did our bold fathers with the losse Of lymmes and liues honors for vs ingrosse O why do these new Nobles deâ—râ—ly buy Those attributes for which they dare not die Or why should land or goldâ— which all things can Be giuen for â—itles if they mend not man And something adde besides an emptie sound To recompence the glosse of gold and ground If honour doth nought but a name afford A Lordship then is betteâ— then a Lord. Nobilitie this priuiledge doth bring It makes the owner something like a king Exempting him from penall lawes which crack With heauy pressure the poore Commons back This Sir I speake t' excite your royall power To rescue Noble Sanquir who this houre Is by the too-strick't vnrespectiuâ— lawes Condemn'd to die a villa ines dâ—ath The cause And quarrell this The Barron chanc'd to play With a rude Fencer where both did bewray Their best ability at Rapier foyles The â—encer to vphold his credit toyles But wanteth skill which makes his hate arise And with an enuious thrust at Sanquirs eyes The wicked and inchantâ—d foyle depriuâ—s An eye of sight worth many Fencers liues The suffering Lord forbeares to kill him then But being after scorn'de by watermen Fidlers and such base instruments of hell For this foule blemish his great heart did swell And full of noble courage loth to do So blacke a deâ—de himselfe he puts it to His mans performance who obaide too soone Repentanâ—e came before the deede was done The equall lawes to equalls doth appoint An eye should haue an eye ioynt answere ioynt But where sucâ—â—ddes of persons be I ghesse An eye should haue a life to boote no lesse Yet not on this or that doth Sanquir stand His death his life his doome is in your hand He doth confesse the foulnesse of his guilt He sorrowes for the blood that he hath spilt Your mercy royall Sir he doth implore For this rash act who neuer beg'd before Scarce had he donâ— and e're the king could speake An other thus begins If you should wreake Each English peasants life with bloud so hie As noble Sanquir is No memorie Of your faire traine of Natiue Scots should stand To let times know the glory of that land Souldiers must doffe their armes and gowns put on If villaines so foule may passe vpon Lords vnreueng'de or if those antique names Those honors trophees and eternall fames We got by killing many Englishmen Be for the death of one thus lost agen If thus to quench the fewde you pleased are You thereby quench the heart of lawfull warre Remember what a souldier he hath bin How easly might forget it was a sinne And thinke he did but chastice one of those Who'gainst his Leader muteni'de and rose Many of th' English haue been pardoned For treasons capitall Some honored For their knee-seruice and no other merit Then Sir let vs who lineally inherit Allegeance worth and honours sometime finde You left not all your Scottish blood behinde Nor meane to leaue vs in the hands of â—hose Who kill with law more friends then fewdes kil foes Thus ended he And then as in a Queere Of solemne singers one shall euer heareâ— After the Trebles hath the Antheme sung And their diuisions with shrill vtterance â—ung The Base the Tenor Counter-tenor sweet With Howboyes Cornets Trumpets Organs meet And ioyne their hye-stretcht notes that all the ring Seemes Eccho-like their sonnets to resing So did the graue and gallant troope which stood About the King like a dew-dropping wood Conuey their powres to make this consort full And cryed Be stil'd King â—ames the mercifull Or if to satisfie the course of law And stop Opinions wide-gull swallowing iaw Life must haue life take Carlisâ—e one for one And one to boote too so this Lord be none With that as if all aymes would this aduance Comes from the Regent and the King of France Letters intreating for their Pensioners life And last as if the difference of a wife Should from this fact take characters to know A true good wife from a good wife in show Comes his forsaken Lady all in blacke Wâ—ose youth from him did due beneuolence lacke Weeping intreating for her lost Lords sinne And then like fullomes that run euer in A baile of Gossips some true beggars borne Pittying this Lord more then the Lord of Lorne Beg his remission with obstreperous voice But mongst the rest she that made lowdest noise Was Turners Widdow whose shrill throat did yell That she was satisfied and all was well The king abhord it and his vpright heart Beholding these assaults on euery part Made it his glory to be onely good And from his crowne to wipe those staines of blood Thus he repliesâ— The crowne for Iustice sake Heau'n plac'd vpon our head which none can shake Or touch till with vniustice we make way And for respect that strict rule disobay God is our Guard of proofe that we may be A guard to you vnpartiall iust and
so great Too scant a sea for them that was thy seat But had they staide till now now might they ride On the swolne waues at ease in all their pride Andinto euery heauen their bold Ships steere As if no sands barres shallowes had bin there We know whens'ere they come God can prouide Such seas so high so vncontrold a tide Able without their Enuie or their ayde To bury vs for see how he hath layde Our workes all leuell draines dikes sluces bankes Fields pastures gardens mannors farmes and frankâ— With man their owner and what Man doth feed Are buried with a sea of teares indeed Nouember did we scape thy fift day thus That euery day thou should'st be ominous Doe we so soone forget â—he sixt day last And worst of all daies to our Iland past That thus we should so oft remembred be From what strange thraldom we were once set free Or do the waters thus breake in to show How humorous and irregular vices flow How Saiâ—â—-like Sacriledge doth impropriate And calme Oppression swallowes Church and State How close Hypocrisie bends his courtly knee And wanting all faith would haue all faith 's free How holy Hymenâ— sacreds band are broken His torch extinguish'd and his rites fore-spoken How Gotish lusts needs all those waues to slake His scorching flames hot as th' infernall lake Or is 't for all these crimes and more vntold The faithfull Sea which wont our Ile to hold In his moist armes from strange aâ—â—aults secure Hath chang'd his loue to this sad ouerture And for our sinnes learnes vs to fast and pray Bringing in fish sweeping our flesh away That land which Goshen-like did flow whil-ere With all that Man desires or life holds deere So that no spot in all this Iles large field The sythe more hay sickle more corne did yield Where sweetnes was the sawce and fatnes fed Whil'st Dearth and Famine from the confines fled Where the stiffe-vdder'd Cow long'd twice a day To meet the merry milke-maide on the way And missing her by chance wrot on the ground With milke-white letters where she would be found Now prostrate lyes the goodly beauty foil'd The welth wash'd thence the gards treÌ„ches spoil'd O what assurance haue we then in clay Which if not Lawyers Seas thus eat away Build farre from waters that secures thy feare Though lesse thy profit be safe dwelling there O no what 's that I see a raging flame â—ounts vp in yonder plaine and none can tame His hot misgouern'd furie Water heere Some cry but no such element is neere Like a mad-Dog that through the thronged streets Ranging with rage snatcheth at all he meets And all that bitten are as mad as he Runne raging too that few or none scape free The cry is vp and euery man stands arm'd To do he knowes not what till he be harm'd And then to saue himselfe neglects the rest And madly mischiefe does when he meanes best Or as a towne of strength at dead of night Surpriz'd by sodaine stratagem or slight The people with the allarum bell awak'd Run out to see what newes amaz'd and nak'd And meeting death abroad for life run home And finde their houses sâ—ck'd before they come Then turning backe againe they know not whither Flocke all on heaps and dye like freinds together So far'de it there the fire flew vp and downe Snatching at euery house within the towne And whilst one thought his neighbors house to saueâ— He sees his owne doth instant succour craue Here stands an Alâ—house tosting and the Hostis Swearing her false-sâ—or'de tally burn'd or lost is The Tâ—pster wanting water plies with ale The thirstie fire which drinks both new and stale And by that oyly-liquor is not quenched But rather Drunkard-like inrag'd incensed The Host instead of pailes fils pots and sweares Hâ—e'le vse no penny-pots that wants their eares Wisheth his Iuggs were bigger he would fill them And but in vaine on the wilde fire doth spill them Here stares an Ostler whil'st the flame makes câ—asureâ— On his small bottles and his ostry measure And here a Chamberlaine giues quicke attendance To saue his pretty faggots with a vengeance Those pretty faggots which fire-hot being eat In a cold morning scarce would make one sweat Here runs a rauening Vsurer dog-like tyred Betwixt his owne house and the mort-gagde fired Here flames a barne of some ingrossing Farmer And here the study burnes of some false Termer Here stands a kennell there a rack and manger For running horses but both stay the danger A Baude houles here and here a â—east of whores Burnde oft within are now burnde out of dores Heere 's a Tobacco shop and in the Celler Th' Indian Deuil our baud witch whore man-queller That spirit waster and that Liuer heater Of t'humor radicall that greedy eater That breath corrupter and quick-eye-sight spoyler That wit confounder and strong Memorie foyler That pickpurse theefe timeâ—cheater connycatcher That alehouse haunter and fell mischiefe hatcher That all compounded euill of euery Nationâ— Too bad almost for th' English imitationâ— Tobacco by the fire was there caroused With large pettounes in pisse perfum'd and soused Thus what full many thrifty yeeres erected One prodigall flame hath wasted and deiâ—cted And now behold the prouder Chimnies stand As heires left wellâ— who wasted haue their land Of whom the common people vse to say It 's pitty proper men should thus decay Yet none releeues them or build vp their state To such an eminent fortune as of late Mongst these one Chimney stands where passers by May reade this sentence with a running eye â—othing is so close carried or concealde â—hich shall not be in his due timereâ—eal'd Whether by chance or by diuine decree For so all humane actions ordr'ed bee This object stands that all may make good vse Of what they see or quit them from excuse He not dâ—termine Lâ—t it bee my folly Rather than bee profane to bee too holy Hâ— tâ—at once drown'd the world can if he please Drowne part or the whole world againe with ease But since his word is past though we abound With that which caus'd the former world be drown'd Hee 'le keep his promise and the Sea restraine From ouer flowing sinfull slesh againe Yet is it in his power the whole t'mmerse In variable woes plagues to disperse In the most frequent streâ—tes most fragrant fields That th' ayre may breath out death â—helth now yields Or thin cheek'd 〈◊〉 though a stranger borne Who now to know on Fridayes th' English scorn Who of all forrainers is worst inâ—reated His fashion left himselfe in prison seated May be familiar with our countreymen Like a postâ— Natus or free Denizen And that without an act if God thinke good Though aâ—l the Peeres and Commons it withstood Fire aire earth water all are his he can With or without these saue or punish Man No place is free from him no thing is hid He knowes what Faukâ—s Persiâ—
and Cate Vnder the ground and what new plots doe come bie did From hell or from hels Councel-chamber Rome And this and all els his blest hand reueales To his elect and with deliuerance seales Attend his pleasure then first we shall see Rome burne and all with Rome that lynked bee Then the whole world and that fire shall disclose Each truth each falshood and each cause of those Till then these waters doe but wash the slime Of Babel from this too indifferent time These petty fires kindle our loue and zeale Halfe-dead to King the Church coÌ„mon-weale Affliction profits Strike vs Lord in loue Let thy milde hand each way our firme faith proue But let not Babel triumph in our fall Nor any that on Baal or Dagâ—n call ANTIDOTVM CECILLIANVM DEDICATED To the Common-wealth DEsert hath no true follower after death But Enâ—y others flatter with their breath Jn vaine I sought particular Patrons they When life left greatnesse ran with life away Blood kindred friends forsooke him so 't was â—it We might haue doubted else his worth and wit Their compasse was too narrow to â—ield shade To him that both their rootes and fortuâ—es made But gentle England since he quiet gaue To thee by his cares giue his corps a graue And since his wisdome did renowne thy name Be thou a Sanctuary to his fame And since he gaue for thee his life and health Giue him protection thankefull Common wealth TO THE HONOVR of the illustrious Familie of the CECILLS deseruing of this Commmon-wealth all the Romane wreaths of triumph The memorable Pyramids of Egypt And all other Trophes of Eternitie AS by one mouer motion doth commence Euen from the Center to circumference So from one good Man many may arise Like-good like-apt like-faithfull and like-wise This now is verified The Cecills are Statesmen in time of pâ—ace Souldiers in warre Epicedium What needs thy Monument be rais'd What needs the Muses singthy worth What needs thy memory be prais'd Or what needs Art thy fame set forth Let Art time gold the Muse and Men Guild falshood folly ignorance Let them conspire gainst thee and then The more they shall thy worth aduance They worke write raile or praise to please But Truth giues vertue life not these Antidotum Cecillianum THESAVRVS INTVS Darius on a Graue stone found This Epitaph Who digs this ground Shall treasure finde The greedy King Dig'd there but found another thing Within was written Had'st not been A beastly-minded man I ween The harmâ—lesse bones of the deceast Had in their quiet tombes tane rest Who rips the coffins of the dead Finds same and honour thence are fâ—ed With life the Subiect of their Ire Stench onely stayes to pay their hire Worth hath his Epicedium sung By enuies shrill and slandrous tongue WHen this rich soule of thine now sâ—inted kept Her State on earth my humble Muâ—â— nere stept Out of that sweete content wherein shee dwelt To sing thy worth th' effâ—cts wherâ— of we felt But now since death hath freedome giuen to thee To see thy scorne made others flatterie And that each mouse on the dead Lyon leaps And euery riming â—en forg'd matter heaps On thy bright frame casting their owne base durt Vpon thy honour'd hearse minding more hurt To thee then ` Death or Heâ—â— can doe I may And must be bold or sinne this truth to say Each euidence thy foes bring speakes thy praise For what can more thy fame and glory raise Then to be rail'd on by the worst of menâ— Such as like out-lawes liue not in the ken Of Iustice or communitie Base slaues Whose crimes sins make their own nest their graus T' was meet thy vertues eminent and hie Should not vn-enâ—ied liue vnslandred dye For then we might haue fear'd thou hadâ—st not been So absolute a man now it is seen Euen by those many shadowes Enuâ— throwes That thy worth was substantiall and not showes Deâ—racâ—ionâ—s â—s perplext aud fâ—ies about Ouer a world of Acts to single out Some one or two in thy whole life to scan And proue by the what Death did thou wer't man Yet sâ—eing that past credit she descends To view thy body and her venom spends Not againâ—t it but nature which did shroud So great a sunne vnder so small a cloud But we that plainly see men sildome rise Though they be learn'd iudicious daring wise Except the body somewhat â—uites the minde And good cloathes sute the body too are blinde And mad with enuie if we yeeld not thee â—orth aboue thought who to that high degree Rose through the eminent parts of thy blest soule Aboue contempt disgrace scorne or controule Nature did recompence thy want of clay With heauenly fire thy body could not stay Thy actiâ—e soule heere longer t' was too light A clog to keepe from Heanâ—n so strong a spright Well might thy body be a soule to those Whose more grosse earthen soules did late compose Blacke libels gainst thy fame and rak'd so low Into thy purged excrements to know What foule disease durst kill thee and then found Many were guilty for it could not sound They thought like truth that one disease slue thee When they hauing all yet scape to Deddick free By this they shew that whatsoe're we thinke They know all these diseases by th' instinck They are familiar with them and of kin To their first causes of being deadly sinne And of the elders house too For the diuell Chiefe libeller formes all degrees of euill And like good boies of his these labour too More then disease or Death or Hell can doe To kill the soule and to bely a fame Which laughes to scorn all scorn shames all shame You that stand next the helme and thinkey're free From their sharpe viperous tongues it cannot be If death comes these Rauens follow and perchance Time fauouring their desires th'eile leade the dâ—nce And raile at you too T is not you they hate But our blest King Religion and the State And if which God forefend so stood the time Y 'ould see they could do worse then they can rime Now I haue throwne my selfe into the way To meete their rage and if I can to stay Their dog-like malice rather on my head Then suffer it pollute and wrong the dead If they alledge I giue him more then due You know their custome they cannot speake true But if they say I gaue him lesse their spite Shewes neither I nor they can do him right Antidotum Cecillianum OPPORTVNE TIBI IN TEMPESTIVE NOBIS The Sunne past by degrees those signes Which to his sotherne seate inclines And now in Leo sate aloft The sâ—eating labourer bans him ost The Shepheard melts and ore the Plaine His new shorne-sheepe seeke shades in vaine The Marchant Sea man euery Tâ—ade They say by him are Banckrupt made He heares it and at height of noone Hides his bright beames behinde the Moone They sadly know that dâ—th presage Dearth death
Gentlemen to whom my Dedications are made a true reason and excuse why I haue not placed them in their rankes and distances IF any of you now be discontented To haue your names found here it is repented On my part too for I would no man wrong Nor honour but for merit in my song If here yon finde your vertues be not proude But thinke you are by me and truth allowde To weare Fames liuery which if y'abuse Shee 'l soone pull off againe and as you vse To deale with your euill seruants put ye forth Naked of honour if you be of worth But whilst you be what now I know and write Your fames guard me and I giue you your right Yet not in place for I my selfe professe To be no Harold but if worthinesse Had as much power as many hath to grace You should not hauing so much worth want place FINIS THE SECOND PART OF PHILOMYTHIE OR PHILOMYTHOLOGIE CONTAINING CERTAINE TALES OF True Libertie False Friendship Power Vnited Faction and Ambition By THOMAS SCOT Gent. LONDON Printed by Iohn Legatt for Francis Constable 1625. MONARCHIA DEDICATED To all the worthy professors of the Law who make not priuate-wealth but the good and peace of the Common-wealth the end of their studies and practise Though you perhaps be Clyentlesse and few Friendlesse and poore yet 't is to you I sue For kinde acceptance You alone are they Who by example guide vs in our way You looke not on the fee but on the cause And follow truth as truth doth lead the Lawes The rest with vice and wealths ill-gotten load Passe on to death in glories beaten road TH' inhabitants of the I le of Wight did bost No vermin vs'd to harbour in their coast For they no hooded Monkes nor Foxes had Nor Law * Retriuers who make fooles run mad With their strife-stirring tongues but liu'd as free From these as by them others combred be And though our whole land cannot boast so farre That we from all such vermin quitted are Yet happy is our Ile that 's hemd about With water-walles to keepe our enemies out Whilst we as Adam did in Eden dwell And scarce of famine in an age heare tell Where hils are clad with woods and vales with corn Whose laden eares doe listen to be shorne Where shephearde neither Lyon doubt nor Beare Nor rauening Wolfe which sheep shepheard teare But each in safety dwell and sillie sheepe From all but Man doe one the other keepe O happy are we if we know our good And if our state be rightly vnderstood To liue thus free vnder so blest a King Iust Magistrates and Cleargy-men that sing The songs of Syon in the holy tongue Conuerting old men and informing yong No spirit-tyrant Pope State Tyrant Turke Can here their bloudy ends and proiects worke But each in safety may his owne possesse More free then Kings because our cares be lesse But most vnhappy are those neighbour lands Where Peace and Plenty as two strangers stands Where bloodie war and bloodlesse famine ride Vpon the ruin'd top of thanklesse Pride Where Law destroies Diuinity deceiues And where the crowne the care of kingdome leaues Where men eate men as beast deuourd by beast The strong the weaker kill the great the least Where tyrannie in triumph mounted hie Makes truth and innocence in dungeon lie This tale the difference shewes that weemay know How much to God for our good king we owe. An aged Hart vpon mount Carmel bred Hauing as Admirall the Nauy led From Syria through the Seas to Cyprus shore Where all the I le with greene is couered o're Hapt by a Parke to trauaile where he spide A yonger sad Hart standing close beside Th' imprisoning pale and vsing all his skill To free himselfe from thence to larger ill Good brother quoth the stranger let me know What heauy thoughts they are that vex you so Why do you sadly so your selfe bemone Why hauing friends within come you alone To feed sad melancholly and inuent To doe a rash act which you le soone repent The younger Deere made answer Can ye muse Why I am sad and wherefore I doe vse All meanes to free my selfe from being thus A slaue to him that 's foe to all of vs Know brother I endure more sorrowes here In one halfe day then you in one whole yeere For you haue liberty to come and goe Though forrester and wood-man both say no. But I by cruâ—ll man imprisond keepe Within this woodden walls where none but sheepe Hares Conyes Cowes and other of my kinne Are my associates simple soules within I haue no beast of worth of birth or wit With whom I may conuerse but faine to fit My lofty spirit to the lowly straine Of base companions sluggish fearefull vaine No Wolues or Dogs come here whereby decaies The exercise of valure and the praise The traps for vermin are so thicke beset That oftentimes they some of vs doe get The watchfull keeper euery night and morne Commands me rise and rest with his shrill horne He with his Lymehound rounds the pale about For feare least we be stolne or broken out He feeds vs cheerefully and doth prouide Sufficient meat that 's fit for euery tide But being fat he chooseth which he likes And through our sides deaths forked arrow strikes Thus all he doth is his owne turne to serue And for his owne life doth our liues presâ—rue Then gentle brother helpe to free me hence And my swift thanks shall yeeld you recompence Stay brother mad-brain stay quoth Light foot theÌ„ If you were out you 'ld wish you in agen I was in Syria borne and euery yeere A dangerous voyage make for what you here Enioy with proud contâ—mpt We cannot find Content on earth without a thankfull mind You slight your ease and plenty we alas With toyle seeke that which you with scorne let passe Our meat is grutchd we like to robbers watcht So what we feed on here and there is snatcht The pale you call your prison rather may Be tearmd your Castle Garden Closet Stay To keepe ouâ— others from those ioyes of yours Or to preserue you from these woes of ours Whilst we without by Lyons Leopards Beares Wolues Eagles Serpents and a thousand feares Are howrely vext beset besieged so That as our shadowes death doth next vs goe Yet none our deaths reuenge nor craues account How our neglected blood is lauisht out For euen that Man which is your guard to vs Proclaimes himselfe a foe most dangerous He hunts for our destruction cheeres the hound Rides runs whoopes hollowes and at euery sound Rings our shrill deaths bell with so fearefull blast As charmes our ioynts to heare whilst hounds make hast To finish our desired death and glut VVith our sweet flesh each vermins maw and gut Thus doe we die abroad for euery man Claimes right in vs and labors all they can Our weary feet in toyles nets snares t' inclose VVhen you haue friends