his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor
euer did good for meer Goodnes cause This Baen of Soules and that same Fopperie Of old sirnamed Dysidaimonié Whose hart deiect with Terrors ouer-strong To feare God 's Iustice doth his Mercie wrong Right Seruile Feare with Errors foolify'd Haue driuen Eusebia hence els wheare to bide Because th' one loues not th' other miss-beloues What best to fear and least presume behoues The Angell therefore ferrets euerie nook And narrowly her wonted haunts dooth looke In euerie Cloister and in euerie Cell Where Folk belieu'd that She did euer dwell Yet nothing findes hee of her anie-wheare Saue some old track or footing heer and there No though he visite the austerities Of famous Abbayes and faire Nunneries But in Her stead he meeteth euermore One of These Haggs in euerie Couent Doore Dresst in a habite of so humble showe That hard it was the difference to knowe Yet at the last prying on euerie side Her as conceald in a by-place hee spi'd Where with incessant teares shee stayd to rew And to bewaile our Errours old and new Amid an humble Troupe whom like Desire To loath the VVorld and from it to retire Had made preferre a poore and meane estate Yea Want itself in place so separate Before the Wealth the Honours and Delights Where-with the World inueigles as inuites As choosing rather heer to lose all These Then lose thereby their Soules eternall Ease In this sequestred place prostrate in Prayer Best Antidote gainst Hopes-pride and Despaire The Two grand Poisons of Soules Faculties The Angell found Eusebia on her knees Their Talk was short the Time inportun'd so In brief therefore hee doth his Message showe Acquaints her quickly VVhence and Why he came Then She eftsoones consenting to the same Away they post in a swift Aierie Coach Towards the place where all the rest approach The generall Rendez-vous for all This Act VVhere yet alas the Ladie Dice a lackt For th' Angell tasked to goe seek her forth Sees her no more conuersing on the Earth Nor findes her sitting as she wont of-old On Princes Thrones and Prelats vncontrould Nor among Magistrates which are the Tongue And Life of Lawe t' interpret Right and Wrong Where-at amazed and desiring more To sound what reason Men could yield therefore Assumes a Bodie bearing in his hands A bagg of VVritings and seem-Deeds for Lands Comes to a Hall all full of Murmuring Of people pricked with the angrie sting Of fel Eridea who her Venome sheds Euen into Boores and Paisants harts and heads By Her keen furie as wiith Brizes stung And by Merimnè and Dapania wrung In This great Hall vnknow'n vnto Repose Stalks that stern Furie either among those Of her owne Frye or 'mong the wretched Crew VVhom Her hard Gripes had made in vain to rew A Rank of Seats each vnto other fixt And euery-one a sundrie Name affixt Bordred the Walls smoakie with age'and foule Perches of manie plumie-pownced Fowle Whose nimble Quills haue learnd to flye for that Rich Minerall which makes men peace and prate There was no Order a lowd-buzzing Presse VVith whirling Eddies hurry'd without cease Full of all Sorts of Priests of Gentlemen Merchants Mechaniks Grooms and Husbandmen Each iustled other crowding to and fro As heer and there the stream did ebb and flowe This yauld that brauld another beat the Barr One woo'd the Iudge another vrg'd him farr This proues Default That pleads a Warrantie This auoides Witnes That appeals more high Another fleering dooth his Aduerse flowte With Rod in hand the Vshers trudge about A world of Lawyers swarm'd yet some had leasure As least imploy'd the Places length to measure All boyld with Discords one no sooner don But instantly another New begun With such a Noise as soundeth neer the Shoare When towards a Storm the Sea beginns to roare Hard-by this Ocean which Night only stilld Appeerd an Old-man as one deeplie illd And inly galled for some grieuous Losse With eyes lift-vp pale cheeks and armes acrosse Whom th'Angell spying towards him he speeds And seeming Mortall by his Shape and weeds Good Father sayd hee so to sound his minde Where might I think you Lady Dicea finde VVhom I haue sought already far and neer And surely thought now to haue found her heer Dicea my sonne said the Old-man well-nigh Gushing out Teares which stood in either eye And sending forth a deep-fet Sigh before Dicea alas is in the World no more That Fire which only Death hath power to quench That fel Desire no Deluge else can stanch The burning Thirst of Worldly Goods and Gold And all Sinns taught to warr against her bold Haue forc't her to forsake this wretched Frame And fly again to Heauen whence first she came Or if in Earth she yet haue anie Stance 'T is with the Chinois Turkes or Scythians But in This Climat hardlie dooth appeer Anie small signe to showe she hath bin heer Cruell Adicea in her Roome is sett Hate Fauour Fraude and Madame Counterfait Out of all Courts hunting all Conscience quight Make of Right crooked and of Crooked Right Art and Deceipt keep thear their open Schooles Reason and Lawe are but the phraze of Fooles For Law and Reason are now waigh'd by Sleight In golden Scales where only GOLD is waight Thus the Old-man proceeding still complaind Till th'Angell thus his Blasphemies restraind Alas good Father your fresh Grief I see For some great Suite late lost vnhappily From your sad lipps this bitter language drawes Excusable perhaps for your Grief's Cause But th' eye of Passion ill discernes the truth This hauing spoken the Celestiall youth Turns to another lesse disturb'd in minde And likewise askes Where he might Dicea finde Hee more discreet and milder-spoken farr Replyes My Sonne sure verie few there are Yea of the wisest who best vnderstand That easily can answer thy demand For One perhaps will think her to be there Whereas another seeming wrongd will swear By Heau'n and all that in it Heau'n containes That not a spark nor mark of her remaines Each holding her present or absent still As his owne Cause hath thryued well or ill But I 'll assure thee and past all Appeal That in this Place shee dooth not alwayes dwell Sometimes shee comes and brings for Companie Honor and Faith and old Integritie But the strange Tricks of a bold babbling Dame Call'd Quiddi-quirk as barbarous as her Name Molest her so that soon they driue her hence For Both at-once haue no-where Residence And Plutus too her many-times dismaies With that sweet Power whereby the world he swaies Causing her oft return with heauie cheer And that 's the Cause she stayes so seldom heer Oft haue I seen her on the souverain Seat In that high Senate whose Edicts compleat Sway all the Kingdome and if anie-where I sure belieue you yet shall find her There If those Abuses whose bold Tyrannie From other Thrones hath driuen her openly Haue not crept-in by some close Golden Port But farr bee That from such a
spread Thou losest sound to saue corrupt and dead And filling Cities with home-Enemies Thy Pardons turne to publique Iniuries But I by practise of vnpartiall Rigor Maintain good Orders keep the Lawes in vigor Make Kings at-once belou'd and feared too Feared alone of those that euill doo Their Subiects set on happy Plenties knee In their possessions from Oppressions free Blesse them adore them hold them euer deer Their Countries Fathers nay their Gods wel-neer In briefe no Blessing can befall a Realm But Theirs inioy from by or vnder Them For as it is of the Wilde-Ash-tree said That th' onely sauour nay the onely shade Instantly kills by strong Antipathie What euer Serpents vnderneath it lye Such to the Snakes of Vice those Princes are Which gainst Iniustice haue proclaimed War With no lesse Care to make My Rules to raigne Then their owne Sceptres in their hands sustaine Can no Rebellion spring at least none speed In their Dominions neither Factions breed Sith gracious Heauens vouchsafe them this Accord For hauing vs'd so equally My Sword To all Degrees in Citie Field and Towne In Ciuill Warre they shall not weare their Owne Their People feeling in Their happy Sway What Hap what Rest what Freedom they inioy Deeming them as their Gods and meting rife Their length of Blisse by Their deer length of life Watch for Their Safeties and can suffer nought Gainst them to be mis-done mis-said mis-thought No more then ' gainst their Publique's Prospering Whereof they hold Their Iustice only Spring For of all rarest Vertues that may meet In a iust Prince They onely taste the sweet Of Mine Effects and of that Equall Care Of not surcharging more then they may beare What boots it that their Maiesties be meeke Magnanimous franke pious politique And of a spirit surpassing each Extrem Misse they but Mee They little reck of them They loue them not they listen farre and near Some welcom newes of their wisht death to hear When if they vse My sacred Exercises Though they be staind perhaps with other Vices They hold them perfect and in spight of Fate Euen after death their Names they celebrate As liuing Reliques still preseru'd aboue â—n Fames faire bosome and their Peoples loue Witnes vnto this day that Norman Prince Braue Rollo still belou'd though dead long since Still calld vpon as for His iust Revenge When some new Wrong doth their old Right infrenge Henceforth therefore ô Princes that desire To haue your Names to highest Fames aspire To leaue behind you Monuments of Worth To giue your Glories after death new Birth Endeuour not to dazle proudest eyes With Towers of Marble mounted to the skies Neither by War whose Train is Plague Dearth With fire and bloud to mingle Heauen Earth To thousand Perills to expose your liues Wherby your Greatnes not your Goodnes thriues Onely loue Mee let Mee be reuerenc't Through all your lands by all your hands defenc't Let Mee sit by you on an Awefull Throne To daunt the Lewdest with my looks alone And with my Sword still drawn to prune-away Luxuriant Twigs that break my iust Array Let My Tribunals be the Poores Refuges Let there-on sit no Mercenary Iudges Let Innocence finde there her surest Fort And who wants Right there let him want Support There let My Balance be impawn'd to none But as his Right is let Each haue his Owne In briefe with You let Mee be set so high That absolute as you doe Raigne may I And I shall more enrich your lasting Stories Then all your golden Towers your CoÌ„quering glories Your precious Gifts that with full hand you giue Or ought besides whereby your Names can liue Dicea as yet did her Discourse pursue Though milde Eumenia loth to lose her due â—oth longer to endure her Vaunts so high With open mouth was ready to reply â—nd so her Sister Euergesia eek â—ome little choler colouring her cheek When from th' Empyreall right Imperiall Court â—ame a new Nuntio with a new Report â— trustie Truch-man of supernall Pleas Their gentle Iarres thus gently to appease Immortall Beauties of past-humane Soules â—e that both Globes in his one hand-gripe holds â—ooes you to weet that His high pleasure is To quench for euer all your Differences â—ou All haue th' honour to impose the Name To Whom he means such fauor such Fame ANARETVS for an auspicious Signe â—'haue markt him All with all your Tipes diuine That All transformd into that reuerend Clark â—eav'ns hallowed Organ for this sacred wark â—usebia Thou whom Hee resembles best â—halt Name the Child in name of all the rest After that He hath six times sounded tho That other Name his Nation fancies so Hy hy ye then Time calls you for the throng These Rites expecting thinks each minute long And I the while with no lesse speed must spy Th'vnholsome Den where Pestilence doth ly And in Heav'ns name her straitly countermand That Shee presume not once to lift her hand Nor from her Quiuer shoote one Arrow out At any of the Royall Courtly Rout Assembled for the sacred Mysterie During the Pompe of That Solemnity Heer-with the Angell hence't bent his flight Tow'rds Our sad Citie which then deeply sigh't Vnder the fury of that Monster fell Hee found her out in a hot-humid Cell About to Arm her to scout abroad Euen towards the Place which now the Heav'ns forbode Foule seam-rent rags wh ch som old Robe had bin Cas't heer and there her yellow-sallow skin Where-in hot fierie Carbuncles were fixt With poisonie Rubies heere and there betwixt A quench-lesse Thirst with a continuall Feauer Broild in her brest boild in her body euer Her verie Breath was as a deadly stroak Her cursed Stance ready with stink to choak â—o close it was that neuer Wind could fan â—aue th'vnrefin'd autumnall Affrican Whose noisome aire a stuffing fogge did pen With mustie Vapours of a moistie Fen. All round about her by her side did ly All sorts of Fruits that soonest putrifie Millions of Milions Peares Plums passing nuÌ„bers Most-humor-poysoning crudie-cold Cucumbers Green Grapes that soft Persian fruit so deer â—anefull at home little better heer The Angel wonted to Heav'ns Bliss-full Hall Made little stay in this vnholesome Stall But loathing soone that thick contagious aire He speedily dispatcht his Message there And Heav'n-ward quickly from the Furie flew Whose horror yet so seemd him to pursue That he had fainted to haue bin so nigh-her Had he not felt him of th' immortall Quier Th' immortall Sisters in one troope the while Which from their Owners euery Vice exile Transported swift vpon a winged Clowde By their Arrivall made the Palace proude The pompous Scaffold for this purpose reard Seemd at their sight to tremble as afeard The stately Towers of th'antique Edifice The massie Porch and Arch and Frontispice Seem'd round about to lighten smiling flames As at their Entrance to adore these Dames They shuffling them vnseen amid the throng Of those Good Great
Total moue as doth his Part. So if we see the Sunne Moon to veere Their ample Heav'ns haue even the like Cariere But who hath seene a Selflie-turning Stone How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone Let 's therefore boldly with old Truth affirme That th' Earth remaines vnmoueable firme And if wee credit the Geometer Three thousand leagues is her Diameter This Measure of her vast thick Depth is found By th'admirable Compasse of her Round Which hath by test of Arts Experiments More then nine thousand leagues Circumference Yet learned Mappists on a Paper small Draw in Abridgement the whole Type of All And in their Chamber paineless peril-less See in an houre circuit Land and Seas This mighty Globe is but a Point compar'd With th'vpper Globe yet on This Point are shar'd Millions of millions of Man-kinde which plow With Keel Coultar its Twin Back and Brow Man placed thus in This Mid-Point so even Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n Th' other's beneath him yet abides not there But in a Day doth to him all appeare Ah Soverain Artist ô how few of vs Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plac't vs thus Alas how-many know not to What end Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send Yet giving Man a quick Intelligence Thou sett'st him iust in the World's Midst that thence Seeing thy Wonders round about him so Knowing himselfe he might Thee better know By th'vsual Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball The Starres appeare vnto vs almost all That We in time obseruing all their Figures Might contemplate their Courses Natures Vigors To view the Stars is honest Recreation To search their Course deserveth Commendation So wee beware with some presuming Sects To pick things future out of their Aspects We must renounce That Errors patronage That what some Dreamers by our Births presage Must needs betide vs tying to their Lawes Our nature governd by a Higher Cause Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring â—nducing hearts to some Affectioning But by Gods grace well may wee varie that â—s neuer forc't by necessary Fate For sure if Man by strong Necessitie â—oo any Ill ill meriteth not Hee â—id Starres constraine vs neither Vertue then â—or Vice were worth Praise or Reproofe in Men. If any way the Will of Man be free On These Effects what IudgemeÌ„ts ground can bee What Certaintie can from the Starres be knowne Of Weal or Woe Life Death or Thrall or Throne When Kings are born be many born beside Must all be Destin'd to be Kings that tide Oft many at-once are hangd or drownd or slaine Did all at-once their groaning Mothers paine Who can conceiue that such or such Aspect Is good or bad boads Life or Deaths Effect Who can produce so sure Prognostications Of our fraile Life so full of Alterations Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course Of restlesse Starres their influence force But Divination 's an vncertaine Skill Full of fond Error false and fayling still What booted Lord our huÌ„blest Vowes to Thee Were their Conclusions certaine Veritie Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despaire And frustrate all religious Faith and Prayer Were it their Sayings were right certain true Then of necessity must all ensue But if Events their Verdicts often thwart False is their Aime fallible their Art Obserue the Works those subtle Authors write Th' are so ambiguous or so false out-right That if somtimes some Truth they chance to hit They 'll counterpoize a hundred lyes for it Too-busie-bold with Thee they Lord presume And to themselues Thine Office they assume Who by Star-gazing or ought else belowe Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eyes How should we read the Secrets of the Skyes None knowes To-morrow what betide him shall How then fore-tell Years Fortunes yer they fall Then leaue we All to GOD's high Prouidence Not list'ning for To-morrow-Dayes Events â—etter then We Hee knowes what 's meet to send Then feare we nothing but Him to offend O! Thou All-knower Nothing more hath thrust â—roud Man from Thee then This Ambitious-lust Of knowing All for by that Arrogance â—n stead of Knowledge got He Ignorance Man nothing knowes nor nothing comprehends â—ut by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends 〈◊〉 then Thy Wisedom haue so bounded His Why would He hold more then His Measure is Let 's humbly stoop our Wits with all Sinceritie Vnto Thy Word there let vs seek the Veritie And all Predictions that arise not Thence Let vs reiect for impious Insolence Let vs repute all Divination vaine Which is derived from man's fuming braine By Lots by Characters or Chyromancie By Birds or Beasts or damned Necromancie Let 's also fly the furious-curious Spel Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hel To finde things lost and Pluto's helpe invoke For hoorded Gold where oft they find but smoake He 's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop Such as haue try'd those Courses for the most Haue felt in fine Their malice to their cost Woe woe to Them that leaue the living GOD To follow Fiends and Montibanks abroad Seeking for Light dark dreaming Sorceries And for the Truth th'erronious Prince of Lyes Condemning therefore all pernitious Arts Let 's be contented with our proper Parts Let 's meekly seeke what may be safely known Without vsurping GOD's peculiar own W'haue Stuff ynough besides our time to spend And Our short life can hardly comprehend The halfe of halfe the Wonders licenst vs To search knowe and soberly discusse The smallest Garden vsually containes Roots Fruits Flowres sufficient for the paines Of one man's life their natures to descry When will he know all Creatures propertie Earth's but a Point compard to th'vpper Globe Yet who hath seen but halfe her vtter Robe Omitting All her Inwards All her Water When shall we then see All this vast Theater What heer wee see wee see is Exquisite What 's This to That so far aboue our Sight â—xcelling faire what to our Eye is sensible â—ven to our Soule the rest 's incomprehensible Who then can vaunt himselfe Omni-scient â—oâ—e then All-sin-less pure and Innocent 〈◊〉 none 's all-guiltlesse in thy glorious Eyes â—here's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries Yet must we praise glorifie thee fit â—…r that wee knowe and for our good by it â—here is no Pleasure can be comparable 〈◊〉 Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table There-on the more wee muse the more we may So our Delight Desire increases ay Of finding Thee and that divine Desire Calming our Cares quencheth our fleshly Fire All other Pleasures haue displeasures mixt Ioyes meet Annoyes Smiles haue Tears betwixt Yea all Delights of Earth haue ever been Fellow'd or follow'd with some tragike Teen But Who of Thee Thine contemplates ever Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever Of Fear of Loue of Avarice Ambition Which haunts all others with small
All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted â—eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becomâ— Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspirâ— Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast â—ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
addresse Him would I seek of Him would I enquire Whose Works are great whose Wonders all admire Vnspiable Vnspeakeable by Man Immutable Inserâ—table to scan Who on the Earth the raine at pleasure poures And in the Streets distills the liquid Showers Who lifts the Lowly vp brings downe the Lofty And reares sad Mourners vnto Health and Safety Who dissipates the craftiest Policies And dis-appoints the Counsells of the Wise Who takes the wariest in their proper Wiles And Wicked ones in their owne Guile beguiles So that they meet with Darknes in the Day And as at Midnight groap at Noon their way But He preserues the Poore from sword tongue And cruell hands of Tyrants prone to wrong So that the Poore shall haue their blessed Hope But Wicked ones their cursed mouthes shal stop Lo then how happy he whoÌ„ GOD correcteth Repine not therefore that he Thee afflicteth He wounds heales he strikes he restores He sendeth Plagues Plaisters for the Sores Hee in six Troubles shall deliuer thee And in the seauenth thou shalt be danger-free He will preserue thee from fel Famines rage And from the Sword of War thee dis-ingage Thou shalt be safe froÌ„ scourging tungs of Momes Nor shalt thou fear Destruction when it comes â—ay thou shalt laugh at it and Death derâ—de Not dreading Beasts of fellest Pawes and Pride â—tones thorns thistles shal be friends with thee With thee the Beasts in constant league shall be And as without thou shalt haue Peace within Thy house thou shalt behold it and not sin Thou shalt perceiue thy Seeds seeds seed to spred As Grass in Fields Flowers in euery Mead. â—n a full Age to thine own Graue shalt Thou As in due time Corne to the Barne or Mow. Lo This is Truth and Thus we daily try-it Consider it and to thy Selfe apply-it â—ap 6. IOB then reply'd ô were my Sorows waigh'd And with my Suffrings in iust Balance layd They would exceed the Seas wet Sands in poize Therefore alas they swallow vp my voice For th'Arrowes of th' Almightie keen and quick Haue thrilled me still within mee stick Their Anguish makes my spirits faint quaile me Alas the Terrors of the LORD assaile me Braies the wilde Asse if he haue grass his fill Or lowes the Oxe if he haue fodder still Vnsauory things who without Salt can eat In whites of Eggs is there a taste of meat Yet am I faine alas and forc't indeed Of what my Soule abhorred most to feed O! that the LORD would daign me my desire Grant me my Loâ—ging grant what I require Which is but This that He would end my dayes Let goe his hand and let me goe my waies So should I yet haue Comfort though I burn In bitter pangs of Death I will not spurn Let him not spare me for yet do not I The holy Word of th' Holy-One denie But ô What Power haue I to persist What may ensue if I shall long subsist Am I as hard as tough as strong alas As strongest Stones or is my Flesh of Brass Nay am I not already Impotent My spirits consumed my strength all spent In Crosses Comforts should Friends most afford But men alas haue left to feare the LORD My Brethren haue deceiu'd mee as a Brooke As rifing Flouds they haue me soone forsook Which foule and deep in Winter all o're-flow Or crusted thick with ice no moisture show Or else in Summer by Sol's thirsty Ray Are licked-vp and quicklie dry'd away While Trauailers to Thaema and Saba thought To water there for their succour sought But failing quite and frustrate of the same They are confounded they blush for shame Even such are you you see me ill appaid In dismall Plight and you are all dismaid Why are yee so When haue I bid you bring Or out of yours supply me any thing Or crav'd of you auxiliarie Bands To reskue me from Foes or Tyrants hands Shew me mine Error where I haue gone wrong Tell me my Fault and I will hold my tongue But bold and free 's the speech of Innocence Which of you can reproue and what Offence Thinke You aduantage of my words to haue As if Affliction made me wildely raue Then on the Orphan doth your furie fall You dig a Pit to catch your Friend withall Therefore vouchsafe me better to revise Wrong me no more My words be neither lyes Neither my deeds as you shall find I trust If you returne in that behalfe vniust Complain I causeless Do I counterfait Is not my mouth with Anguish all repleat â—ap 7. HAth not Man's warfare his set limits heere As hath the Hireling by the day or yeere As toyled Seruants for the Night attend And weary Taskers for their Labors end So haue I looked but alas in vain For end of Sorrowes for ease of Pain Perpetually my fruitless Months proceed My tedious Nights incessantly succeed No sooner layd down but I long to rise Tired with tossing till the Morning spies My Flesh is clad with Worms with excrement Of lothsom dust my Skin doth rot and rent My Dayes flit faster then the Shuttles slide From Weauers hands whipping froÌ„ side to side Consider Lord my Life is but a Blast Mine eye no more shall see the Goodnes past Who now beholds me shall no more anon â—f Thou look-on Mee I eft-soones am gon As Clowdes do passe quite away do flit Whoso descends ascends not from the Pit Neither returnes vnto his wonted owne Nor of his place is any more be-known Therefore alas I will not spare to speake â— cannot hold needs must I silence break Amid the anguish of my Spirits distresse And in the depth of my Soules bitternesse Am I a Sea or Whale that with a Gard Thou girtest me keep'st me in so hard â—f I haue said In silence of the Night When drousie Humor siels-vp euery Sight When All aboue in vnder Aire Earth Seas â—â— quiet Slumber seem to take their Ease â— may be that my painfull Pangs shall cease â— may be that my Passions shall haue peace With fearefull Visions then thou doost affray me With Dreames Fansies dreadfully dismay me So that my Soule had rather chuse at once To die then liue in Durance of my Bones Wearie of life liue alwaies shall I not Then leaue me Lord alas my dayes are nought O! What is Man that thou extoll'st him so That Thou on Him doost euen thy heart bestow That euery Morning Him thou visitest And euery Moment Him examinest How is it that Thou leau'st me not a little Alas nor lett'st me swallow-in my spettle O! Thou Preseruer of Mankind I knowe And I acknowledge I haue sinn'd but O! What shall I say What shall I do to Thee Why in thy Wrath doost Thou incounter Mee Why mak'st Thou Me alas the Mark White To thy Displeasure in my Selfe's despight Remit O Lord what I haue ill omitted Remoue alas what I haue miss-committed For now I
Face doth couer And laâ—die Câ—ilops on his sides hang ouer And dweâ—ls in Houses rather Townes of late By Hâ—â— â—i-paâ—ron'd and depopulate By Him â—e built re-gilt re-glost re-glas'd By Hâ—m re Nâ—med ready to be ras'd Yet shall not â—eâ—â— Râ—ch nor in Prosperity Persist nor leaue Possession to Posterity Nor onto Darknes euer get shall He Nor euer other then ingloâ—â—ous be His Branch shall wither and with Flame be wasted Him Self shal sodain with GOD'S Breath be blasted Then let not hard-beleeuing hauâ— Humanity O! let not the Deceiued trust in Vanity For Vanity shall be his Recompence Before his Time shall he be snatched hence His Spring shall neuer sprout his Flowers shall fall His Fruit yer ripe shall be off-shaken all As Grapes and Oliues with vntimely Frost The Lord shal shake them and they shall be lost For th'Hypocrites Dâ—ssembling Congregation Shall be disperst and brought to Desolâ—tion And sodainly shal Fire consume the Tents Of Briberie with all their Instruments For They conceiue but Mischiefe breed but Guile And bring forth vain Iniquitie the while HE pausing heer IOB Thus replies him sad Caâ— â— Yet more of This This haue we often had You are indeed a sort of Visiters A Crew of cold and wretched Comforters Shall idle iddle aiery Words surcease Or what doth make thee dare to dwel on these Could I as you if you were in my Case And I in yours your Soule in my Soules place Could I against you words haue multipl'ed Insulted on you at you shook my head No I should rather haue raught you Reliefe And with my speeches haue asswag'd your Griefe But though I plain my Griefe 's not mitigated Either forbeare I What is it abated For He hath wearied me Yea Lord Thou hast Spoild me of All and laid me wholly wast The wrinkled Furrowes on my Brow and Back Bare skin and bone bear witnesse of my Wrack My Foe 's fell wrath hath raakt and rent me sore He striues against me and still angry more More eager still gnasheth his Teeth vpon me And with his eyes keen flashing frowneth on-me My Friends alas they laugh at me the while They buffet me and bitterly reuile They gape vpon me and together gather Not to relieue me but to grieue me rather Thus hath GOD hemm'd me with vngodly Bands And turnd me ouer into Wicked hands I was at ease When by the Neck he took-me Brake me a-sunder and to shiuers shook me And whether for Disport or for Despite Made me his Butte and set me as his White His cunning Archers do beset me round He cleaues my Reines and ruth-less on the ground Poures-out my Gall with doubled Blowes he crushes And Giant-like vpon me fiercely rushes I haue in Sack-cloth sadly sow'd my Skin In Dust and Ashes haue I humbled bin I haue alas besmeard my Face with Teares On mine Eie-lids Death's Shade hath swom in Fears For no foule Sin neither for Fashions sake To seem a Saint pure Prayers did I make Pure and Sincere else neuer may they come In Heau'n to haue either regard or roome Neither O! Earth if euer Blood I shed O! let it not by Thee be couered But lo my Witnesse is in Heav'n aboue My Record there my Conscience to approue My Friends contemne me and condemne me too But droun'd in Teares to GOD appeal I doo O! that one might as Man with Man in Sute That Neighbor-like one might with GOD dispute For the few Daies of my set Number gone I goe the Way from whence Returne is none MY Spirit 's spent my Daies are don leaue me The Graue's already ready to receiue me Cap. â— Yet are there with me none but those that mock me Doth not mine eye still see them still prouoke me But put me in a Surety giue me Pledge To answer me what I shall then alleadge Who 'll vndertake it Who will giue his hand That to the Triall Thou wilt daign to stand Sith Thou O Lord Their hearts hast hidden quight From Vnderstanding and from iudging right And therefore wilt not for their Arrogance Admit of them nor them so high aduance Not that I would they shold haue sooth'd me neither For such shal perish and their Seed together But to the Vulgar I am made a Song A Tale a Tabret vnto euery Tongue Through grief whereof mine Eye decaies dims And as a Shadowe are my other Limbs The better sort amazed at my Plight The Innocent iudge me an Hypocrite Yet shall the Righteous still hold on his Course And the Sincere shall still adde force to force Therefore my Friends returne recant re-call Your hard Opinions and mis-Censures all For of you all not one Wise man I finde Nor fit Physician for a troubled minde My Daies are past and my Dessignes vndon Yea euen my Hopes my hearts Possessions gon My Noon alas is changed into Night Small ods there is twixt Darknesse and my Light What can I looke for but among the Dead To make my House to haue my Graue for Bed For to Corruption thus alouâ— I call Thou art my Father to the Worms that crawl You are my Mother and my Sisters all Where 's then my Hope How shal that Hap appeer Which you yer-while old so re-promise heer Those things with me shall downe into the Deep And with my Dost â—mid the Dust shall sleep THen said the Shuhite Will you neuer cease Cap. 1â— Your tedious Talking Neuer hold your peace Forbeare a while giue eare a little now Obserue our Speech and we will answer you But why as Beasts are we vpbraided thus And why so basely doe you count of vs He rather seems to be besides his Sense That wounds him Selfe in his Impatience Why Shall the Earth for Thy sake be forsaken The Rocks remou'd and solid Hils be shaken No no The Light of Wicked-ones shall out His Fiery Sparkle shall not shine about Within his Doores shall Darknes be for Light With Him his Candle shall be quenched quight His Strength shall faile him or be fatall to-him His Counsels cast him His owne Wit vndoo-him For his owne Feet shall bring him to the Net And willingly vpon the Gin shall iet Him by the heele the subtill Snare shall catch Him shall the Theeues and Robbers ouer-match For him are laid the Meshes of Mis-hap Traines on the ground and in his wayes a Trap Him on all sides sad Terrors shall affright And sudden driue him to his Feet to flight His plentious Store shall Famine soon deuoure Destruction's Sword shall hunt-him euery-hower Consume his Sinewes and vn-bar his Skin And Pestilence Death's Heire shall rage within His Hope shall hop without his expectation His Confidence shall from his Habitation Be rooted out and razed as it were And bring him downe to the drad King of Feare Who aye shall dwell within His Tabernacle Because not His not his owne Habiracle Some secret Flame som Flash som Sulphury shower Shall sudden spred amid his cursed Bower
with Terror of his Teeth so mortallâ— 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 â— 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 â— am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly â—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 â—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 â—d Each man gaue him as best beare they could â—eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time â—th more abundance then his flowry Prime â—r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock â—mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak â—e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest Iâ—mima Kezia the Next â—d Kâ—ren Happuch saith my sacred Text â—e Third he named Names of gooly Sense â—uding to some Gracefull Excellence â—e first as much as Lustre of the Morn â—ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn â—n all the Countrey were no Women found â—air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground â—ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage â—et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age â—ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons â—cessiueâ—y Four Generations â— 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 forâ— Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—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 â—…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 â—â—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 â— think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her â—lind in that Law which made her good for Him â—oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature â—n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined â—nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares â—er Vizard off there is no more to drâ—â—d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised â—ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back â—s Angels are with wings locks deuised â—o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick â—midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed â—ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick â—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
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
â—n giuing Leaues for Fruits to Circes Sisters Their brightest Torches are but funerall Brands â—nd in the Court All is not Gold that glisters 83 Thou wold'st in Death reuenge thy wroÌ„ged Worth â—ake known thy Loue haue shown thy braue Ambition â—hy fram'st thou not thy Death vnto thy Birth Which brought thee naked forth void of Passion 84 Fain wold'st thou see thy Learning's fruit perhaps â—â—…pe yer Thou rot that 's but a vain Desire â—â—rt now-adayes may starue while Ignorance â—â—th Shades for Summer for Winter Fire 85 All day thou trudgest thorough thick thin â—â—r that dull Bulk which doth thee daily braue â—â—inice wreaths Ropes which aye his Ass windes-in â—â—e Soule that serues the Body is a Slaue 86 As many steps in Death as Life we tread Esteem for Deaths all Daies since thou hadst breath To come's not Thine Present is instant fled And Time in time is ouer-come by Death 87 When Man 's imbarkt on th' Vniuersal Deck Hee neither can swiften his Course nor slack it Tide Winde and Weather are not at his Beck And To put back hath many often wracked 88 Some somtimes grieue for one that gladly dies Socrates ioyes sith wrong he suffereth Xantippa melts in Tears He laughs She cries Diuersly iudging of these Darts of Death 89 To runne vnto this Death is Desperate rage Wise Patience onely waits it euery-where Who scorns it showes a Resolution sage For Cowards flie it the Idiots feare 90 When the last Sand of our last Glass goes out Without recoiling we must step our last As without grudge or noise dislodge the Stout And when they must goe stay not to be chac't 91 The Pilgrim longs to haue his Iourney done The Mariner would fain be off the Seas The Work-man ioyes to end his Work begun â—nd yet Man mournes to finish his Disease 92 For a short time Thy Sun is ouer-cast â—ut Thou shalt once re-see't more bright than euer â—nd that same Day which heer thou think'st thy last â— a New-birth Day to be ended neuer 93 What Wrong doth Death I pree-thee Worldling say â—hen losing vnder hope of happier matches â—utting thy Life he takes thy Card away â—nd when to saue thy Life thy Light he snatches 94 Fear'st thou Faint-hart that narrow Plank to pass â—hich GOD Himself hath gone which all Men must â—at like a Childe held by the sleeue alas â—th Eye still glancing on the brim thou go'st 95 Beyond it thou shalt see those pleasant Plains â—ose boundless Beauty all Discourse transcendeth â—ere Kings Subiects soules haue fellow Raigns â—blessed Thrones whose Glory neuer endeth 96 What shalt thou see more for more liuing Heer This Heauen this Sun thou oft before hast seen And shouldst thou liue another Plato's Yeer This World would be the same that it hath been 97 Death's end of Ills and only Sanctuarie Of him that cannot scape the Grudge the Gall Of a seuere Iudge and proud Aduersarie It is a Point which Heav'n appoints to All. 98 At that Diuorce sigh Bodies Soules do solace Th'Exile exulteth at his Home-Retreat This Bodie 's but the Inne t is not the Palace Th' immortall Soule hath an immortall Seat 99 Death 's as the Dawning of that happy Day VVhere without Setting shines the eternall Sun VVhere-in who walk can neuer neuer stray Nor Feare they Night who to the Day-ward run 100 There 's Rest eternall for thy Labours rife There 's for thy Bondage bound-less Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there 's Eternity FINIS MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY PIERE MATHIEV The second Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable ROBERT Earle of Essex By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honorable ROBERT DEVREVX Earle of Essex Ew c. Your double Title to My single heart Both by your Purchase and your Parents Right Claims both a better and a greater Part Of gratefull Seruice than This slender Mite â—â—t sith to profit more than please I write More Sighes than Songs lesse vs'd to Smiles than Smart Disdain not These Restrainers of Delight Though bitter fitter than the Soothing Art 〈◊〉 keep the Minde and Bodie both in Health To coole the Fits of Lust Ambition Pride Surfaits of Ease Youth Liberty and Wealth â—â—d cure All Sickness of the Soule beside Whence Euer free and full of Euery Good From GOD and Men be ESSEX Noble Bud. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 THat height of Kings Crowns Ho nor Worthies WoÌ„der Is now but wind dust shade He whose Approch â—…pall'd the Prowdest Whom All trembled vnder â—…ursed base hand butcherd in his Coach 2 All Triumph yesterday to-day all Terror â—…y the faire Morning ouer-cast yet Euen â—…y one short Hour saw liue and dead Wars Mirror â—…uing Death's speed-stroak vndiscerued giuen 3 â—n all This World All 's fickle nought is Firm â—…s a Sea sanz Safety Calm or Port â—â—…es Cities Empires haue but heer their Term â—â—at euer 's born must vnder Death resort 4 Time flits as Wind and as a Torrent swifteth â—asseth quick and Nought can stop it flying â—ho knowes what Ills it euery Moment drifteth â—…ms that To leaue to liue is To leaue dying 5 â—an in the Wombe knowes nothing of his State â—…wile of Nature for there had he Reason â—hould fore-know this Worlds too-wretched Fate 〈◊〉 rather would intom be him in that Prison 6 Our Birth begins our Beere our Death our Breaâ— On that Condition Heer aboord we come To be 's as not to be Birth is but Death Ther 's but a Sigh from Table to the Tombe 7 Life 's but a Flash a Fume a Froath a Fable A Puffe a Picture in the Water seeming A waking Dream Dreams Shadow Shadowes Taâ— Troubling the Brain with idle Vapors steeming 8 Life to the life The Chesse-boord lineats VVhere Pawnes and Kings haue equall Portion This leaps that limps this cheks that neks that maâ— Their Names are diuerse but their Wood is one 9 Death Exile Sorrow Fear Distraction Strife And all those Euils seen before suspected Are not the Pains but Tributes of this Life Whence Kings no more than Carters are protecteâ— 10 No Sacraments haue been no Sanctuarie From Death Nor Altars for Kings offering-vp Th'Hell hallowed Host poysons Imperiall Harrie Pope Victor dies drinking th' immortall Cup. 11 Thou ow'st thy Soule to Heav'n to pay that Debt â—ot compeld Christians are willing Payers 〈◊〉 yet thy Soule as a good Guest intreat â—om no good Hoste will tumble down the Stairs 12 â—is better fall then still to feare a Fall better die then to be still a-dying 〈◊〉 End of Pain ends the Complaint withall 〈◊〉 nothing grieues that comes but once flying 13 This Life 's a Web wouen fine for som som grosse â—e Hemp some Flax some longer shorter some â—d and Ill Haps are but the Threeds acrosse 〈◊〉 first or last Death cuts it from the Loom 14 These Names which
captiue France releast May now the Clergie ingenuously confess God on Thy Side giuing Thy Right Success Crowning Thy Vertues with sacred Oyle Of his own Spirit anointing Thee the while May now in briefe All Frenchmen say sing Thou art Thou ought'st Thou only canst be King But ô some Gangrene Plague or Leprosie O're-spreads vs all a Brand of Mutinie Barnes France to Ashes And but Thou vnidle Bear'st-vp so hard this stumbling Kingdoms Bridle Our State yerst honor'd where the Sun doth rise Would flie in Sparks or die in Atomies Priests strike the Fire the Nobles blow the Coale Of this Consumption People peeuish whole Pleasd with the Blaze do wretched-witched Elves For fuell fooles cast-in their willing Selues O Clergy mindless of your Cure and Coat Becomes it you to cut your Princes throat To kill your King Who in the Wombe of kin To Thousand Kings that Office did begin Who for Your Law Your Altars Your Honors Hath ventur'd oft his blood in many manners Who as deuout to Rome as any Man Fear'd most your roring Bulls of Vatican And canonize amid the sacred Roule Of glorious Saints a Patricidiall Soule Whose bloody hand had stabd with baneful knife The Lords Anointed Him rest of life Ignoble Nobles see You not alas Your King supplanting you your Selues abasse And while you raze this Royall Monarchie You madlie raise a monstrous Anarchie A Chaos rude still whetting day and night Against your Selues the Peoples proud Despight Who hate the Vertuous haue onely Hope T' ensue the Switzers too-rebellious Scope And Thou fond People Who before a Father A wise iust King a valiant Monarch rather Tak'st hundred Tyrants who with tushes fell Will suck thy marrow out crack thy shell To whom the Gold from India's bowels brought Or mid the Sands of shining Tagus sought Seems not so good as doth the Gold they fet From out thy Womb or what thy Tears shall wet No no the French or Deafe or Lethargik Feele not their danger though thus deadly Sick Or if they liue and feele they frantik arm Against their Leach that fain would cure their harm Applying many sound-sweet Medcines fit But They the more increase their furious Fit Yet Courage HENRY six thy Thoughts heeron Pursue braue Prince thy Cure so well begun And sith so little gentle Plaisters thriue Let it be launc't lay-on the Corrosiue Câ—oke me This Hydra whence such MoÌ„sters sprout And with thy Famâ— fill me the World about Follow thy Fortâ—â—e Hills most lofty-browd Stoop to thy Steps swift Riuers swelling proud Dry-vp before thee Armies full of Boast Like Vapoâ—s vanish at Thy sight almost Yea at thy Name alone the strongest Wall And mâ—ssâ—â—st Towrs shake as affraid fall But yet My Liege beware how Thou expose Thy blood so oft among thy bloody Foes Be not too-lauish of thy Life but waigh That Our Good-Hap on Thine dependeth aye But if Thou light regard This lowe Request Of Thy Fames Trumpet list how France at least Presents her to thee not as Once Shee was When Baltik Seas within Her bounds did pass When Nile Euphrate as Her Vnder-Realms Through fruitful Plains rould tributary streams When to proud Spanyards Shee did Kings allow And to Her Lawes imperiall ROME did bow But lean lank bleak weak all too-torn And in a Gulfe of Miseries forlorn Deer Son saith She nay My Defender rather My Staff my Stay my second-founding Father For Grief and Furie I should desperate die I should Selfe stab-mee I should shamefully Stop mine own breath to stint these Cares of mine Wert Thou not Mine my Liege were I not Thine Therfore deer Spouse be of thy Life less lauish Let not My Lord Fames greedy Thirst so rauish Thy dauntless Courage into Dangers need-less Nor too-too-hardy hazard Thee so heed-less A braue great Monarch in Youths heat behoues Once twise or thrise to shew Courageous proues For Prowesse is bright Honors brauest Gate Yea the first Step whereby the Fortunate Climbe Glorie's Mount nothing more in briefe Fires Souldiers Valor then a Valiant Chiefe But afterward he must more warie vvar And with his Wit ofter then Weapon far His spirits contenting with the pleasing-paine Noâ— of a Souldier but Soueraign◠〈…〉 My Soâ— too often hath thine own hand dealt Too-many Blowes which thousands yerst haue felt My Liege too-often hast Thou toyled Thee For Honors Prize braue Prince My Victory Not in thine Arms streÌ„gth but â—hy Yeers length lies Thy Life my Life Thy Death my Death implies If Thou thy Self neglect respect Me though At least some Pittie to thy Country showe Weigh weigh my sad plight if vntimely Death Should ô vntimely reaue My HENRY's breath Euen like a widow-Ship her Pilot lost Her Rudder broke in ragefull Tempest tost Against the horned Rocks or horrid Banks Hoaring the Shore with her dispersed Planks But if too-much Heart of thy life too-careless Too-soone expose thee not to Sisters-spareless I hope to flourish more then e'r in Arts Wealth Honors Manners Vertues Valiant hearts â—ligion Lawes and Thy iust Raign at rest 〈◊〉 Happinesse shall match AVGVSTVS Best FINIS â—ONOR's FARWEL To Her Honorable Frends Or The LADIE HAY's Last Will Copied By a Well-willer in WAKEFVL DREAM Dedicated TO Her R. Honorable Executors TO My Reuerend Friend M r. Doctor Hall NOne should but Thou This Ladies death be grieving None knew so well the Vertues of her life Death 's robd of Her death by Thy labours rife By Thee is Shee in Heav'n Earth still liuing Heav'n by hearing through Thee belieuing Th' eternall Word which taught Her Holy strife Gainst Hell Sin and as becomes a Wife Peace with her Spouse him due Obedience giuing Earth for acting in so gracious measure The twice preacht Lectures of thy Life Tongue Alms Meeknes Mildnes towards Old Young 〈◊〉 giuing wrongs forgetting all Displeasure O happy Seed that fell in such a Ground And happy Soile that such a Seed-man found I. S. TO The Right Honourable Executors Overseers EDWARD Lord Denny IAMES Lord Hay MARY Lady Denny â—â—om Gratitude From Dutie From Affection â—o You my Lords Your HONOR Your Name â—â—â—hout Offence without Mis-sense or Blame â—…iue conceiue consider THIS DIRECTION â—â—â—INST th' Excess the Rage the Insurrection â—ears of Sighs of Sorrowes FOR THIS DAME â—EAD WHO LIVES in Soule in Seed in Fame â—RING Breth Life Strength To THIS COLLECTIOÌ„ 〈◊〉 aimed meant FOR quick kind keen CORRECTIOÌ„ â—en of Minds of Manners OVT OF FRAME â—ie Court Country ALL TOO-BLAME â—gh Sin 's throgh Satan's throgh our Selues INFECTION â—n Vow Som Verse Som Monument To HONOR â—ought I ought and Thus I Dreamed on-Her I. S. HONOR'S FAREWELL FRom Man-Gods Birth the Scale of Earth to Heau'n Th' Yeer twice Eight hundred twice single Seau'n â—midst the Month which Second Caesar names â—on the Day which Diane weekely clames â—bout the Howre that golden Morpheus vses â—hantastikly to feast perplexed Muses â—hile
Of Either Sex of Every Sort must die Yea th' INNOCENT for Our imputed Ill Who came not Lawes to break but to ful-fill The Son of GOD The Son of MAN become Th' Immortal yielded to This mortal Doome â—o that for Sin no Son of MAN hath breath But once must dye Wages of SIN is Death As for the reason Why it comes to passe Somtimes that Age seems to haue turn'd his Glasse While oftentimes Youth's yer it seem begun Is crackt or broken or already run Why Lillies Roses Gillie-flowers be reft When Nettles Thistles Hemlocks heere be left Why Cedres Okes Vines Oliues rather fall Then Brush and Bryars good for nought at all Let Flesh and Blood let Dust be rather mute Then with His MAKER sawcily dispute Yet heer me thinks but little Question needs Doe not We rather gather Herbes then Weeds Doe not We take the timber for our turn And leaue the Dottrells in their time to burn And in the Shambles who is it but would Be rather sped of yong Flesh then of old And yet in Season when we see it good Wee weed our Gardens fell our Vnder-wood And kill old Cattell least they goar the yong Or fall away or mix some Mange among Much like the Lord who knoweth best all Season And best obserues But will we vrge his Reason His Reason is His WIL His Wil is iust Or rather Iustice which His Power must In Wisedome execute right vnderstood To His Owne Glory and His Childrens Good Wherein His Goodnes through His Mercy shines To cleer and cheer devout and humble mindes For to the Godly in despight of Hell Heav'n maketh all things to re-issue well Heer heer 's a Harbour heer 's a quiet Shore From Sorrowe's Surges all Storms that rore This is Cap Comfort a high Promontorie Of richer Store then heer is roome to storie Heer let vs bide and ride-out all Events With Anchor Hope and Cable Patience Vntill our Bark some happy Gale shall driue Home to the Haven where we would All arriue Come Noble Vi-Count put into This Bay Where with a Light our A'M'RAL leads the way Though deepest laden the most distrest The greatest Ship of Burthen and the best HIM boldly follow though heer as CHIEF In Grief as Greatnes His must drown your Grief Count it an Honour to be call'd to try Your Vertue 's Valour in your Soveraine's eye Wee All partake His Cross His Losse is Ours But His Affections to the life are Yours The neerer then You match His mournful fate His royal Patience neerer imitate And you sad Lady Mother of annoy For hauing lost the prime Sonne of your Ioy Ah! see the Soveraine of your Sex hath so Some think it ease to haue some peer in Woe But such a PEER and such a Pattern too Should much me thinks confirm comfort You To beare-vp hard into this happy Road And lighten somwhat of Your heauy Load The rather sith besides the Happinesse Which now aboue your Darling doth possesse The Crown the Kingdome and the Companie Of All the holy heauenly HIERARCHIE Besides your Mess of goodly GRACES left Whose WORTH froÌ„ Al the Prize of Worth hath reft Foure louely Nymphs foure Rivers as it were Your veines of Vertue through the Land to bear You haue another Model of The same To propagate renowned SIDNEY'S Name Another like in every part to proue As worthy of our Honor and your Loue In whom if now You IOB-like bear this Cross Heav'n may restore you manifold your Loss FINIS THE SECOND SESSION of the PARLIAMENT of Vertues Reall Continued by Prorogation For better Propagation of all true Piëtie Vtter Extirpation of ATHEISME HYPOCRISIE AVARICE CRVELTIE PRIDE LVXVRIE From th' Originall Transcribed Inscribed To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Great Britaine By IOSVAH SYLVESTER A DIVINE TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall OR THE HISTORIE OF His Heroicall Patience In A measured METAPHRASE To ARTHVRS CASTLE call'd by ART'S CHAST LVRE My Hope Heere Hasteth For My HART 's LAST CVRE Sir YOV haue seene In My PANARETVS A SVVEET IDEA Of Our hopes in YOU A REAL ACT of That Ideall VIEVVE In My LEVVâ—… Roy â—… Vertue Heer more HEROIK and more HOLY-True I bring Your Highness Yet A Higher Peece Past all the Patternâ—… of old Rome Greece Faith 's PATIENT Champion in His Triumph due Farre bee His Crosses FroÌ„ my Prince I pray Neer bee His Course As the most Completâ—… In sacred GRACES that beseeme The GREAT Towards God and Man in Cleer or Clowdy Day So much More needfull In This Sin-full Age By How Much Satan neer his end doth rage VVith VVhom and His the better Aye to wras tle Great Michael gard strengthen ARTHVRS CASTLE praies Prostrate Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Reuerend Honorable FAther GEORGE ABBOT Lord ARCH-Bishop OF CANTERBVRY IN Grate-full HONOR Of Your MANY Giftes Of GRACE NATVRE Apted to Your Place This DORIKE Piller My DEVOTION liftes To shewe Heere After What We owe your Grace Both for Your Prudence And Your Pious Zeale Learning And Labour In Your Double Charge Swaying The CHVRCH Staying the CoÌ„mon-Weal Most STVDIOVS Euer EITHER to Enlarge And Last not least of all For CONSTANT standing On Right 's vveake Side Against the tide of wrong When PHILISTINES And Daliladies banding With Armes or Charmes Would bind or blind the Strong In Honor of these Honors this I bring To Reuerend ABBOT His Second KING VESTER SYL VESTER Deditissimus TO The Right Honourable The Lord ELESMORE L. High Chancelour of England * THOMAS EGERTONVS Anagramma * NESTOR THEOMAGVS GRaue * GOD-WISE NESTOR Neuer did a Name Saue A IVST MASTER better speak a man As Court Councell with Mee witnes can Than doth Your Owne in This Your Anagram Should I A Volume of Your Vertues frame Broad as my Brest Thicker then my Span Could I say More more True more Duly than The Character concluded in This same For * PIOVS-Prudence cannot but be Iust And Iustice cannot but be Temperate And Temperance from Courage issue must So that Your Name doth Your whole Life relate So NESTOR-like for grace-full * Godly-Sage That Nothing wants but what we wish His Age. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honourable WILLIAM HARBERT Earle of Penbroke Lord Chamberlaine c. PATIENCE preuailes when Passions are vndon This doth This Volume truly intimate So doth Your Vertue firm and fortunate Now cheer'd with Radiance of our Royall Sun O! long and Happy may Hee shine vpon So Noble a Plant mo Such to propagate So Grace-full Vse-full both in Court and State Help-full to All Hurt-full at-all to None Among Those Many whom your Worth hath won Of either Sexe of euery Age and State With glad Applauses to congratulate The worthie Honour of Your Charge begun Though not perhaps so long and lowd as Many Accept My AVE as Deuout as Any Your Lordships most obliged Iosuah Sylvester To the Right