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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

with Terror of his Teeth so mortall● His Shield-like Scales he chiefly glories in So close compact glew'd sealed that between No Aire can enter nor no Engin pierce Nor any Point disioyne them or disperse His Sneesings cause a Light as brightly burning His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps and flie Quick Sparks of Fire ascending swift and hie Out of his Nostrils Smoak as from a Pot Kettle or Caldron when it boileth hot His Breath doth kindle Coals when with the same He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame Strength dwelleth in his Neck so that he ioyes In saddest Storms and tryumphes of Annoies His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone His Heart 's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone To see Him rise and how he breakes withall The stoutest stoop and to their Prayers fall No Weapons of Defence or of Offence Can Him offend or from Him be Defence Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do neuer awe Darts daunt him not more then they Stubble were He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare Sharp ragged Stones Keen-pointed Sherds Shels He resteth on amid his muddy Cels. He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boile A Pot of Oyntment casting scummie Soile Where He hath past he leaues vpon the streams A shining Path and th' Ocean hoarie seemes In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen So Fear-lesse made so full of hautie Spleen Despising all High things Him-selfe beside He is the King of all the Sons of Pride IOB prostrate then Thus to the LORD profest Cap ● Drad GOD I know and I acknowledge prest That All Thou canst and All Thou kennest too Our Thoughts not hid Thine owne not hard to do ● am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly ●or I haue spoken what I vnderstood not Of wondrous things which comprehend I could not Yet LORD vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An Eare and Answer to my humble Speech Till now mine Eare had only heard of Thee But now mine Eye thy Gratious Selfe doth see Therefore My Selfe I loath as too-too-bad And heer repent in Dust and Ashes sad Now after This with IOB it came to passe The LORD did also speake to Eliphaz The Thaemanite and Thus to him said He ●y wrath is kindled with thy Friends and Thee For None of You haue spoken of My Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath Therefore go take you Rams and Bullocks faire Seav'n of a sort and to my IOB repaire Bring for your Selues your Burnt Oblations due And IOB my Seruant He shall pray for you For Him will I accept lest Iustly-strict After your Folly I reuenge inflict Because You haue not spoken of my Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath So Eliphaz the ancient Thaemanite Bildad the Shuhite the Naamathite Zophar together them prepar'd and went And did according GOD's Commandement Also the LORD accepted IOB and staid His Thral-full State when for his Friends he praid And turned it to Solace-full from sad And gaue him double all the Goods he had Then all his Brethern Sisters all and Kin And all that had of his acquaintance bin Came flocking to his House with him to feast To wail his Woes and comfort him their best For all the Euill which the LORD of late Had brought vpon his Person and his state ●d Each man gaue him as best beare they could ●eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time ●th more abundance then his flowry Prime ●r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock ●mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak ●e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest I●mima Kezia the Next ●d K●ren Happuch saith my sacred Text ●e Third he named Names of gooly Sense ●uding to some Gracefull Excellence ●e first as much as Lustre of the Morn ●ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn ●n all the Countrey were no Women found ●air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground ●ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage ●et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age ●ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons ●cessiue●y Four Generations ● then He dy'd Ancient and Full of Dayes GOD for Him and all his Saints be Praise for His Succour in These sacred Layes AMEN EPITAPHIVM IOBI. Qui Se qui Sêclum vicit qui saeua Suorum Funera Amicorum iurgia Pauperiem Vlcera qui carnis qui Coniugis impia verba Qui Coelum iratum mente tulit placida Inuictum virtute IOBVM Patientia Virgo Nunc vidua hoc Sponsum condidit in Tumulo Who SELF The World Satan triumphto're Who Wealth 's Health's Children's ruefull Losse Who Frends Rebuke Foes rage Wifes cursing Crosse Hevns Frowne Earth's for● Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written ●n Tablets or Quatrains BY By PIERE MATHIEV The first Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of South-hampton By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of South-hampton c. SHall it be said I shame it should be thought When After-Ages shall record Thy Worth My sacred Muse hath left SOVTH-HAMPTON forth Of Her Record to Whom so Much shee ought ●…th from Thy Town where My Sarauia taught Her slender Pinions had their tender Birth And all the little all shee hath of worth Vnder Heav'ns Blessing onely Thence shee brought ●●r lack therefore of fitter Argument And lother Now it longer to delay Heer while the Part of PHILIPS Page I play I consecrate This little Monument Of gratefull Homage to Thy noble Bounty And Thankeful loue to My deer Nurse Thy County Humbly deuoted Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 LEt whoso list thinke Death a dreadfull thing And hold The Graue in horror in hate ● think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her ●lind in that Law which made her good for Him ●oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature ●n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined ●nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares ●er Vizard off there is no more to dr●●d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised ●ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back ●s Angels are with wings locks deuised ●o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick ●midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed ●ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick ●r feare of Death is worse then Death indeed 6 Each fears this Death with an equall Dread The Young as from a hideous Monster hie-them Th' Old at her sight shrink down into

Blush besprent Trembling for Fear vntill inviting neerer The courteous General 's gentle words re-cheer-her Sweet-hart I am not I am not so fel ●s false Report hath told fond Israel Who Me for Father I for Children take ● love whom love my Lord their God to make And who do both may be assur'd to have What ever Good Mans heart can hope or crave Which Israel well should finde would they give care ●o that Kings Favour whose drad Power they fear ●hen fear not Thou my Love but tell me free ●he happy Cause that hither bringeth thee O Prince said She with the● firm Countenance ●preme for Fortune Wisedome Valiance Of all that ever had Command in Field Or ever manag'd martiall Sword and Shield Although my fraile Sex and weak bodie 's state No longer could endure the wretched fate Wants Labours Dangers and the deep Affright My fellow Towns-folk suffer day and night Yet is not That the Cause that drives me thence Nor That which drawes me to Your Excellence But 't is a never-never-dying Worm Which gnawes my Conscience a continual Storm A holy Fear least I be forc't to eat Among my People some vnlawfull meat For I foresee Sir that our Folk yer long With cruell Famine so extreamely wrung Wil be constrain'd to fill and file them too With vnclean Flesh which GOD forbids vs doo And that the Lord who strikes with iust Revenge Whom-ever dare his dread iust Lawes infrenge Will then without Fight give Thee vp their Place And one of Thine Thousands of Them shall chase Therfore my Lord GOD's Wrath and yours to fly Out of BETHVLIA to your Camp come I Beseeching humbly for your Honors sake That heer no Rigour neither Wrong I take Hee 's more then Wit-less that him wilfull throwes Winking in Dangers that he well fore-knowes And when he may live pain-less and secure ●n Toil-full Fears will his owne Death procure Now please thee grant me in this Vale away From noise and number nightly to go pray Hebrews no sooner shall GOD's Wrath incense But I inspir'd shall shew thine Excellence And then shall I thy valiant Legions lead Over all Iuda and thy Standards spread Shall swell in SION where not one shal dare Lift Launce against thee nor Defence prepare No not a Dog so much as barke at Thine Arms-clashing Army nor their Armors Shine Thy Name alone shall tame the stoutest Troup To Thee the Hils their proudest Tops shal stoup Rivers for Thee their rapid Course shall stay To yeeld Thine Hoste a new vn-wonted way The Prince replies O Worlds sole Ornament Lady as faire as wise and eloquent ●ight Welcome are You and we wish you ever ●n all Contentment with vs to persever ●nd if you proue in Truth and Loyalty ●s you are pleasing to mine Eare and Eye I shall from henceforth worship evermore The mighty GOD you Hebrewes do adore You shall from henceforth only Lady be Both of my Sceptre of my Soule and Me Hence-forth your Name with high Renown shal ring Where Heber Ister Nile and Ganges spring With Licence then soon as the Moon with light Of silver Rayes began to cleer the night The Widow hies to a dark Vale apart Where first she bathes her hands and then her heart Then from her Eyes a luke-warme Rill she showres Then from her Soule this fervent Prayer powres Lord GOD no longer now Thine Aide deny To those that only on Thine Aide rely Lord rescue Those that ready are to spend Their bloods and goods Thine Honor to Defend Lord let our Infants sad and cease-less Mones Our woefull Elders deep and dismall Grones Our Matron's Scrieches Cryes of Virgins faire Our sacred Levit's Day-and-nightly Prayer Perce to Thy Throne to wake thy slumbring Eye Drad GOD of Iustice glorious Father Why Do sulphury Bolts of thy best Thunder light On Carmel's Top and little Hermon smight And let th'Heav'n-threatning Sons of Eearth alone On proudest Ossa prouder Pelion Alas What said I Ah! forgive me Lord This idle rash and vnadvised Word Which in frail Passion my fond Lips did borrow ●rom fervent Zeale of mine vnfained Sorrow No ô Our Lignes sole Piller deerly dread 〈◊〉 knowe Thou shortly wilt their Head be head 〈◊〉 knowe This hand by Thy right hand led out ●hall at one Blowe This Heathen Army rout The end of the fourth Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE FIFT BOOKE FOr blood and marrow in his veines and bones The Vice-Roy feeds new Pains new Passions Which while he shuns he seeks feels yet not knows A dead-live Fire which of Self's Cinders growes For th' Hebrew Lady's rapting Rarities Being now sole Obiect of his Soule 's dimme Eyes Sad peevish pale soft drowsie dream-awake Care of his Hoste he doth no longer take Goes no more out a-nights to set his Watches And Courts of Gard about on all Approches Comes not to Counsail neither gives The Word Nor viewes the Quarters of his Camp nor stir'd As Sheep that misse their wonted Gard Guide Dispersed stray now by some Rivers side Or gurgling Brook now vp down the Downes Now in the Groves now on the Fallow grounds So th' Ethnik Army without Rule or Reine Pursue their Pleasures violent or vaine None will obey None but will now Command Each as him listeth dares him now dis-band Hebrews Why stay you now mew'd in your City Now now or never doth the Time befit-ye To sally on the Foe whose rank Disorder Among themselves themselves in Fight wil murder Nay bouge not though of such a Victory GOD will the Honor have and Author be Yet that blinde Cupid did this Tyrant blinde To take the Town was Day and Night his minde Now day and night he mindes but how to gain A Lady's grace Who taken is not taen Her Soul being temper'd more then Fancy-proof ●er-while th'vndanted mighty Theban rough Could not have fear'd Him with his massie Mace Now but a Glance of a weak Woman's Grace Dismaies him daunts him nay evē wounds him deep Past care of Cure and doth him Captive keep ●er-while Ambition with Drums rattling Din A wakt him earely yer the Day peept-in Now Love awakes him and with His Alarms Makes him neglect the Hebrews and their Arms ●er-while he had Princes and Kings at bay Now of Him Selfe hath neither Power nor Sway. Alas alas Vnhappy Change said Hee Must I live Captive to my Captive-Shee Is This alas to live the Body base't The minde as brute and both their Power defac't This 's not a Life or is worse Life to feel Then sad Ixion's on the brazen Wheel Eternall turning or a life in brief Most like the Life of that celestiall Thief Whose ever-never-dying heart and liver On Schythian Rocks feed a fel Vulture ever What boots me t' have subdew'd so many Lands What to have tam'd with my victorious hands All Nations lodg'd betwixt Hydaspes large And th'Haven where Cydnus doth in Sea discharge Sith I am vanquisht by the feeble Might Of Captive IVDITH's Glance What boots

their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms thē buds thē grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust ●egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men ●ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down ●'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then ●y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest ●oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes ●nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne ●ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which whē Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings ● seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms ● Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things ●l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares ●ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense ●d sad Repentance still behinde it beares ● moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer ●y Body wearing more than wearying ●e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer ● neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch ●ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour ● see delightfull Dangerous to touch ●m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark ●reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room ●un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark ●d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more ●e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb ●eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure ●hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors ●hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs ●ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States ●f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers ●eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates ●rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale ●aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass ●nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild ●e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison ●e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild ●iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't ●ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt ● Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdom● drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth ●o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd ●an ROME's great Empire the Worlds Cōmand ●ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd ●d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip ● speaking sporting laughing snoring deep ●th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship ●es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death