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A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

crown In all records thy Name I ever see Put with an Epithet of dignity Which shewes thy worth was great thine honour such The love thy Country ought thee was as much Let then none dis-allow of these my straines Which have the self-same blood yet in my veines Who honours thee for what was honourable But leaves the rest as most unprofitable Thy wiser dayes condemn'd thy witty works Who knowes the Spels that in thy Rethroick lurks But some infatuate fooles soone caught therein Found Cupids Dam had never such a Gin Which makes severer eyes but scorn thy Story And mode● Maids and Wives blush at thy glory Yet he 's a beetle head that cann't discry A world of treasure in that rubbish lye And doth thy selfe thy worke and honour wrong O brave Refiner of our B●iuish Tongue That sees not learning valour and morality Justice friendship and kind hospitality Yea and Divinity within thy Book Such were prejudicate and did not look But to say truth thy worth I shall but staine Thy fame and praise is farre beyond my straine Yet great Augustus was content we know To be saluted by a silly Crow Then let such Crowes as I thy praises sing A Crow's a Crow and Caesar is a King O brave Achilles I wish some Homer would Engrave on Marble in characters of Gold What famous feats thou didst on Flanders coast Of which this day faire Belgia doth boast O Zutphon Zutphon that most fatall City Made famous by thy fall much more 's the pitty Ah in his blooming prime death pluckt this Rose E're he was ripe his thred cut Atropos Thus man is borne to dye and dead is he Brave Hector by the walls of Troy we see Oh who was neare thee but did sore repine He rescued not with life that life of thine But yet impartiall Death this Boone did give Though Sidney dy'd his valiant name should live And live it doth in spight of death through fame Thus being over-come he over-came Where is that envious tongue but can afford Of this our noble Scipio some good word Noble Bartas this to thy praise adds more In sad sweet verse thou didst his death deplore Illustrious Stella thou didst thine full well If thine aspect was milde to Astrophell I feare thou wert a Commet did portend Such prince as he his race should shortly end If such Stars as these sad presages be I wish no more such Blazers we may see But thou art gone such Meteors never last And as thy beauty so thy name would wast But that it is record by Philips hand That such an omen once was in our land O Princely Philip rather Alexander Who wert of honours band the chief Commander How could that Stella so confine thy will To wait till she her influence distill I rather judg'd thee of his mind that wept To be within the bounds of one world kept But Omphala set Hercules to spin And Mars himself was ta'n by Venus gin Then wonder lesse if warlike Philip yield When such a Hero shoots him out o' th' field Yet this preheminence thou hast above That thine was true but theirs adult'rate love Fain would I shew how thou fame's path didst tread But now into such Lab'rinths am I led With end lesse turnes the way I find not out For to persist my muse is more in doubt Calls me ambitious fool that durst aspire Enough for me to look and so admire And makes me now with Sylvester confesse But Sydney's Muse can sing his worthinesse Too late my errour see that durst presume To fix my faltring lines upon his tomb Which are in worth as far short of his due As Vulcan is of Venus native hue Goodwill did make my head-long pen to run Like unwise Phaeton his ill guided sonne Till taught to 's cost for his too hasty hand He left that charge by Phoebus to be man'd So proudly foolish I with Phaeton strive Fame's flaming Chariot for to drive Till terrour-struck for my too weighty charge I leave 't in brief Apollo do 't at large Apollo laught to patch up what 's begun He bad me drive and he would hold the Sun Better my hap then was his darlings fate For dear regard he had of Sydney's state Who in his Deity had so deep share That those that name his fame he needs must spare He Promis'd much but th' muses had no will To give to their detractor any quill With high disdain they said they gave no more Since Sydney had exhausted all their store That this contempt it did the more perplex In being done by one of their own sex They took from me the scribling pen I had I to be eas'd of such a task was glad For to revenge his wrong themselves ingage And drave me from Parnassus in a rage Not because sweet Sydney's fame was not dear But I had blemish'd theirs to make 't appear I pensive for my fault sat down and then Errata through their leave threw me my pen For to conclude my poem two lines they daigne Which writ she bad return't to them again So Sydney's fame I leave to England's Rolls His bones do lie interr'd in stately Pauls His Epitaph Here lies intomb'd in fame under this stone Philip and Alexander both in one Heire to the Muses the Son of Mars in truth Learning valour beauty all in vertuous youth His praise is much this shall suffice my pen That Sidney dy'd the quintessence of men In honour of Du Bartas 1641. A. B. AMongst the happy wits this Age hath showne Great deare sweet Bartas thou art marchlesse knowne My ravisht eyes and heart with faltering tongue In humble wise have vow'd their service long But knowing th' taske so great and strength but small Gave o're the work before begun withall My dazled sight of late review'd thy lines Where Art and more then Art in Nature shines Reflection from their beaming altitude Did thaw my frozen hearts ingratitude Which Rayes datting upon some richer ground Had caused flowers and fruits soone to abound But barren I my Day sey here doe bring A homely flower in this my latter spring If Summer or my Au●umne age doe yeeld ●●ewers sruits in garden orchard or in sield They shall be consecrated in my Verse And prostrate off'red at great Bartas Herse My Muse unto a Childe I fitly may compare Who sees the riches of some famous Fayre He feeds his eyes but understanding lacks To comprehend the worth of all those knacks The glittering Plate and Jewels he admires The Hats and Fans the Plumes and Ladies tires And thousand times his mazed minde doth wish Some part at least of that brave wealth was his But seeing empty wishes nought obtaine At night turnes to his Mothers cor againe And tells her tales his full heart over-glad Of all the glorious sights his eyes have had But findes too soone his want of Eloquence The silly Pratler speakes no word of sence And seeing utterance fayle his great desires Sits down

by his craft ordered the matter so That the poor innocent to death must go But in short time this wickednesse was knowne For which he dyed and not he alone But all his family was likewise slain Such Justice then in Persia did remain The eldest son thus immaturely dead The second was inthron'd in 's fathers stead Artaxerxes Longimanus AMongst the Monarchs next this Prince had place The best that ever sprang of Cyrus race He first war with revolting Aegypt made To whom the perjur'd Grecians lent their aide Although to Xerxes they not long before A league of amity had sworn before Which had they kept Greece had more nobly done Then when the world they after over-run Greeks and Egyptians both he overthrows And payes them now according as he owes Which done a sumptuous feast makes like a King Where ninescore days are spent in banquetting His Princes Nobles and his Captaines calls To be partakers in these festivalls His hangings white and green and purple dye With gold and silver beds most gorgiously The royall wine in golden cups doth passe To drink more then he list none bidden was Queen Vashty also feasts but 'fore t is ended Alas she from her Royalty's suspended And a more worthy placed in her roome By Memucan's advice this was the doome What Hester was and did her story reed And how her Country-men from spoile she freed Of Hamans fall and Mordica's great rise The might o' th' Prince the tribute on the Isles Unto this King Thymistocles did flye When under Ostracisme he did lye For such ingratitude did Athens show This valiant Knight whom they so much did owe Such entertainment with this Prince he found That in all Loyalty his heart was bound The King not little joyfull of this chance Thinking his Grecian wars now to advance And for that end great preparation made Fair Attica a third time to invade His Grand-sires old disgrace did vex him sore His father Xerxes losse and shame much more For punishment their breach of oath did call The noble Greek now fit for generall Who for his wrong he could not chuse but deem His Country nor his Kindred would esteem Provisions and season now being fit T' Thymistecles he doth his war commit But he all injury had soon forgate And to his Country-men could bear no hate Nor yet disloyall to his Prince would prove To whom oblig'd by favour and by love Either to wrong did wound his heart so sore To wrong himselfe by death he chose before In this sad conflict marching on his ways Strong poyson took and put an end to 's dayes The King this noble Captaine having lost Again dispersed his new levyed hoast ' Rest of his time in peace he did remain And dy'd the two and fortieth of his reign Daryus Nothus THree sons great Artaxerxes left behind The eldest to succeed that was his mind But he with his next brother fell at strife That nought appeas'd him but his brothers life Then the surviver is by Nothus slaine Who now sole Monarch doth of all remaine These two lewd sons are by hystorians thought To be by Hester to her husband brought If they were hers the greater was her moon That for such gracelesse wretches she did groan Disquiet Egypt ' gainst this King rebells Drives out his garison that therein dwels Joynes with the Greeks and so maintains their right For sixty years maugre the Persians might A second trouble after this succeeds Which from remissenesse in Asia proceeds Amerges whom their Vice-roy he ordain'd Revolts having treasure and people gain'd Invades the Country and much trouble wrought Before to quietnesse things could be brought The King was glad with Sparta to make peace So that he might these tumults soon appease But they in Asia must first restore All Townes held by his Ancestors before The King much profit reapeth by these leagues Re-gaines his own and then the Rebell breaks Whose forces by their helpe were overthrown And so each man again possest his owne The King his sister like Cambyses wed More by his pride then lust thereunto led For Persian Kings did deem themselves so good No match was high enough but their own blood Two sons she bore the youngest Cyrus nam'd A hopefull Prince whose worth is ever fam'd His father would no notice of that take Prefers his brother for his birth-rights sake But Cyrus scornes his brothers feeble wit And takes more on him then was judged fit The King provok'd sends for him to the Court Meaning to chastise him in sharpest sort But in his slow approach ere he came there His fathers death did put an end to 's fear Nothus reign'd nineteen years which run His large Dominions left to 's eldest son Artaxerxes Mnemon MNemon now fits upon his fathers Throne Yet doubts all he injoyes is not his own Still on his brother casts a jealous eye Judging all 's actions tends to 's injury Cyrus o' th' other side weighs in his mind What helps in 's enterprize he 's like to find His interest in the Kingdome now next heir More deare to 's mother then his brother far His brothers litle love like to be gone Held by his mothers intercession These and like motives hurry him amain To win by force what right could not obtain And thought ' it best now in his mothers time By lesser steps towards the top to climbe If in his enterprize he should fall short She to the King would make a fair report He hop'd if fraud nor force the Crown could gaine Her prevailence a pardon might obtain From the Lieutenant first he takes away Some Townes commodious in lesse Asia Pretending still the profit of the King Whose rents and customes duly he sent in The King finding revenues now amended For what was done seemed no whit offended Then next the Lacedemons he takes to pay One Greeke could make ten Persians run away Great care was his pretence those Souldiers stout The Rovers in Pisidia should drive out But least some worser newes should fly to Court He meant himselfe to carry the report And for that end five hundred Horse he chose With posting speed towards the King he goes But fame more quick arrives ere he came there And fills the Court with tumult and with fear The young Queen and old at bitter jars The one accus'd the other for these wars The wife against the mother still doth cry To be the Author of conspiracy The King dismay'd a mighty Hoast doth raise Which Cyrus heares and so fore-slowes his pace But as he goes his Forces still augments Seven hundred Greeks now further his intents And others to be warm'd by this new sun In numbers from his brother daily run The fearfull King at last musters his Forces And counts nine hundred thousand foot and horses And yet with these had neither heart nor grace To lo●k his manly brother in the face Three hundred thousand yet to Syria sent To keep those streights to hinder

both wise and strong Whose courage nought but death could ever tame ' Mongst these Epimanondas wants no fame Who had as noble Raleigh doth evince All the peculiar vertues of a Prince But let us leave these Greeks to discord bent And turne to Persia as is pertinent The King from forraign foes and all at ease His home-bred troubles seeketh to appease The two Queens by his means 'gin to abate Their former envie and inveterate hare Then in voluptuousnesse he leads his life And weds his Daughter for a second wife His Mothers wicked counsell was the cause Who sooths him up his owne desires are Lawes But yet for all his greatnesse and long reign He must leave all and in the pit remain Forty three years he rules then turns to dust As all the mighty ones have done and must But this of him is worth the memory He was the Master of good Nehemie Darius Ochus GReat Artexerxes dead Ochus succeeds Of whom no Record's extant of his deeds Was it because the Grecians now at war Made Writers work at home they sought not far Or dealing with the Persian now no more Their Acts recorded not as heretofore Or else perhaps the deeds of Persian Kings In after wars were burnt ' mongst other things That three and twenty years he reign'd I finde The rest is but conjecture of my minde Arsames or Arses WHy Arsames his brother should succeed I can no reason give cause none I read It may be thought surely he had no Son So fell to him which else it had not done What Acts he did time hath not now left pend But as 't is thought in him had Cyrus end Whose race long time had worn the Diadem But now 's divolved to another Stem Three years he reign'd as Chronicles expresse Then Natures debt he paid quite Issue-lesse Darius Codomanus HOw this Darius did attain the Crown By favour force or fraud is not set down If not as is before of Cyrus race By one of these he must obtain the place Some writers say that he was Arses son And that great Cyrus line yet was not run That Ochus unto Arsames was father Which by some probabilities seems rather That son and father both were murthered By one Bagoas an Eunuch as is sed Thus learned Pemble whom we may not slight But as before doth well read Raleigh write Antd he that story reads shall often find That severall men will have their severall mind Yet in these differences we may behold With our judicious learned Knight to hold And this ' mongst all 's no controverted thing That this Darius was last Persian King Whose warres and losses we may better tell In Alexanders reign who did him quell How from the top of worlds felicity He fell to depth of greatest misery Whose honours treasures pleasures had short s●ay One deluge came and swept them all away And in the sixt year of his haplesse reigne Of all did scarce his winding sheet retaine And last a sad catastrophe to end Him to the grave did ●raytor Bessus send The end of the Persian Monarchy The third Monarchy was the Grecian beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112 Olimpiad GReat Alexander was wise Phillips son He to Amintas Kings of Macedon The cruell proud Olimpias was his mother Shee to the rich Molossians King was daughter This Prince his father by Pausanias slain The twenty first of 's age began to reign Great were the guifts of nature which be had His Education much to these did adde By Art and Nature both he was made fit T' accomplish that which long before was writ The very day of his nativity To th' ground was burnt Diana's Temple high An Omen to their near approaching woe Whose glory to the Earth this Prince did throw His rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd The universe scarce bounds his large vast minde This is the hee-goat which from Grecia came Who ran in fury on the Persian Ram That broke his hornes that threw him on the ground To save him from his might no man was found Phillip on this great conquest had an eye But death did terminate those thoughts so high The Greeks had chose him Captain Generall Which honour to his son now did befall For as worlds Monarch now we speak not on But as the King of little Macedon Restlesse both day and night his heart now was His high resolves which way to bring to passe Yet for a while in Grecce is forc'd to stay Which makes each moment seem more then a day Thebes and old Athens both ' gainst him rebell But he their mutinies full soon doth quell This done against all right and natures laws His kinsmen puts to death without least cause That no combustion in his absence be In seeking after Soveraignity And many more whom he suspects will climbe Now taste of death least they deserv't in time Nor wonder is' t if he in blood begin For cruelty was his parentall sin Thus eased now of troubles and of fears His course to Asi● next Spring he steers Leaves sage Antipater at home to sway And through the Hellispont his ships make way Comming to land his dart on shear he throwes Then with alacrity he after goes Thirty two thousand made up his foot force To these were joyn'd five thousand goodly horse Then on he march'd in 's way he veiw'd old Troy And on Achillis Tombe with wondrous joy He offer'd and for good successe did pray To him his mothers Ancestor men say When newes of Alexander came to th' Court To scorn at him Darius had good sport Sends him a frothy and contemptuous letter Stiles him disloyall servant and no better Reproves him for his proud audacity To lift his hand ' gainst such a Monarchy Then to his Lieutenant in Asia sends That he be tane alive for he intends To whip him well with rods and then to bring That boy so mallepart before the King Ah! fond vaine man whose pen was taught ere while In lower termes to write a higher stile To th' river Granicke Alexander hyes Which twixt Phrigia and Propontis lyes The Persians for encounter ready sland And think to keep his men from off the land Those banks so steep the Greeks now scramble up And beat the coward Persians from the top And twenty thousand of their lives bereave Who in their backs did all their wounds receive This Victory did Alexander gain With losse of thirty sour of his there slaine Sardis then he and Ephesus did gaine Where stood of late Diana's wondrous Phane And by Parmenio of renowned fame Miletus and Pamphilia overcame Hallicarnassus and Pisidia He for his master takes with Lycia Next Alexander marcht t'wards the black sea And easily takes old Gordium in his way Of Asse-eard Midas once the regall seat Whose touch turn'd all to gold yea even his meat There the Prophetick knot he cuts in twain Which who so did must Lord of all remain Now newes of Memnons death

which four wings did rear The last more strong and dreadfull then the rest Whose Iron teeth devoured every beast And when he had no appetite to eate The residue he stamped under 's feet But yet this Lion Bear this Leopard Ram All trembling stand before that powerfull Lambe With these three Monarchies now have I done But how the fourth their Kingdoms from them won And how from small beginnings it did grow To fill the world with terrour and with woe My tired braine leaves to a better pen This taske befits not women like to men For what is past I blush excuse to make But humbly stand some grave reproof to take Pardon to crave for errours is but vaine The Subject was too high beyond my straine To frame Apologie for some offence Converts our boldnesse into impudence This my presumption some now to requite Ne suter ultra crepidum may write AFter some dayes of rest my restlesse heart To finish what begun new thoughts impart And maugre all resolves my fancy Wrought This fourth to th' other three now might be brought Shortnesse of time and inability Will force me to a confus'd brevity Yet in this Chaos one shall easily spy The vast limbs of a mighty Monarchy What e're is found amisse take in best part As faults preceeding from my head not heart The Roman Monarchy being the Fourth and last beginning Anno Mundi 3213. STout Romulus Romes Founder and first King Whom vestall Rhea into th' world did bring His Father was not Mars as some devis'd But Aemulus in Armour all disguis'd Thus he deceiv'd his Neece she might not know The double injury he then did doe Where Shepheards once had Coats and Sheep their Folds Where Swaines and rustick Peasants made their Holds A Citty faire did Romulus erect The Mistris of the World in each respect His Brother Remus there by him was slaine For leaping o're the Walls with some disdaine The Stones at first was cimented with bloud And bloudy hath it proy'd since first it stood This City built and Sacrifices done A forme of Government he next begun A hundred Senators he likewise chose And with the stile of Patres honour'd those His City to replenish men he wants Great priviledges then to all he grants That wil within these strong built walls reside And this new gentle Government abide Of Wives there was so great a scarsity They to their neighbours sue for a supply But all disdaine alliance then to make So Romulus was forc'd this course to take Great shewes he makes at Tilt and Turnament To see these sports the Sabins all are bent Their Daughters by the Romans then were caught For to recover them a Feild was fought But in the en● to finall peace they come And Sabins as one people dwelt in Rome The Romans now more potent 'gin to grow And Fedinates they wholly over-throw But Romulus then comes unto his end Some faining say to heav'n he did ascend Others the seven and thirtyeth of his reigne Affirme that by the Senate he was slaine Numa Pompilius NVmt Pompilius is next chosen King Held for his Piety some sacred thing To Janus he that famous Temple built Kept shut in peace but ope when blond was spilt Religious Rites and Customs instituted And Priests and Flamines likewise he deputed Their Augurs strange their habit and attire And vestall Maids to keep the holy fire Goddesse Aegeria this to him told So to delude the people he was bold Forty three veares he rul'd with generall praise Accounted for some god in after dayes Tullus Hostilius TUllus Hostilius was third Roman King Who Martiall Discipline in use did bring War with the antient Albans he doth wage The strife to end six Brothers doe ingage Three call'd Horatii on Romans side And Curiatii three Albans provide The Romans Conquereth others yeeld the day Yet for their compact after false they play The Romans sore incens'd their Generall slay And from old Alba fetch the wealth away Of Latine Kings this was long since the Seat But now demolished to make Rome great Thirty two years doth Tullus reigne then dye Leaves Rome in wealth and power still growing high Ancus Martius NExt Ancus Martius sits upon the Throne Nephew unto Pomphilius dead and gone Rome he inlarg'd new built againe the wall Much stronger and more beautifull withall A stately Bridge he over Tyber made Of Boats and Oares no more they need the aide Faire Ostia he built this Town it stood Close by the mouth of famous Tyber flood Twenty foure yeare th' time of his royall race Then unto death unwillingly gives place Tarquinius Priscus TArquin a Greek at Corinth borne and bred Who for sedition from his Country fled Is entertain'd at Rome and in short time By wealth and favour doth to honour climbe He after Martius death the Kingdome had A hundred Senatours he more did adde Warres with the Latins he againe renewes And Nations twelve of Tuscany subdues To such rude triumphs as young Rome then had Much state and glory did this Priscus adde Thirty eight yeares this Stranger borne did reigne And after all by Ancus Sons was slaine Servius Tullius NExt Servius Tullius sits upon the Throne Ascends not up by merits of his owne But by the favour and the speciall grace Of Tanaquil late Queen obtaines the place He ranks the people into each degree As wealth had made them of abilitie A generall Muster takes which by account To eighty thousand soules then did amount Forty foure yeares did Servius Tullius reigne And then by Tarquin Priscus Son was slaine Tarquinius Superbus the last Roman King TArquin the proud from manners called so Sate on the Throne when he had slaine his soe Sextus his Son doth most unworthily Lucretia force mirrour of chastety She loathed so the fact she loath'd h●r life And shed her guiltlesse blood with guilty knife Her Husband sore incens'd to quit this wrong With Junius Brutus rose and being strong The Tarquins they from Rome with speed expell In banishment perpetuall to dwell The Government they change a new one bring And people sweare ne're to accept of King The end of the Roman Monarchy being the fourth and last A Dialogue between Old England and New concerning their present troubles Anno 1642. New England ALas deare Mother fairest Queen and best With honour wealth and peace happy and blest What ayles thee hang thy head and crosse thine armes And sit i' th dust to sigh these sad alarms What deluge of new woes thus over-whelme The glories of thy ever famous Realme What meanes this wailing tone this mourning guise Ah tell thy Daughter she may simpathize Old England Art ignorant indeed of these my woes Or must my forc●d tongue these grief●s disclose And must my selfe dissect my tatter'd state Which ' mazed Christendom● stands wondring at And thou a childe a Limbe and dost not feele My weakned fainting body now to reele This Phisick-purging-potion I have taken Will bring Consumption or an