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A01851	Poems. By Robert Gomersall	Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646?; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Duke of Millan.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Levites revenge.	1633 (1633)	STC 11993; ESTC S103214	97,306	220

banishment No man would be unprofitably false Nor I for any profit speake your selfe If I have left you when your Fortune did Nay then my love was greatest when you least I was your subject when you were no Prince Sf. Sanseverin thy feare is too too fond And like the people the Authoritie Who make an impious confusion Of an high birth and of an higher crime Who in a sawcy thwarting to their Prince Count him still worst whom he has made the best As if we gave him with his honors crimes And made him vicious when fortunate No let them spend their breath in idle talke Count thee or trecherous or cowardly Whilst to thy Sforza thou art still the same Most valiant and with thy valour wise That by thy abstinence a while from warre Hast sav'd us forces for a victory Sans. The Subjects life lies in the Princes voice Now you have cleer'd me I dare hasten warre And wish more enemies then cowards feare That you may see by my neglect of blood Which I shall onely love when shed for you How slaunder was my most fear'd enemy Sf. No more my dearest frend we lose all time Which we do save from fight still there does flocke New forces to our Army and the French Are now as much amaz'd as proud before We lately tooke the Swizzers into pay Those that dare sell their lives to any cause Whom Gold hath arm'd for me if they proceed In their first heat we winne but if they faile We cannot be more wretched then we were The vilest chance of lucke can make us know But an Addition to an Overthrow Scena secunda The Captaine of the Swizzers with a Souldier as a fugitive from the French Soul NOw w' are alone I dare reveale my selfe I am not what I seeme a Fugitive But one that from Triulcio doe bring Letters that much concerne you Capt. What to me Letters unto his enemy let 's see Ex. Soul Expect an answer in my Tent. What 's here Letter THou Man of Action whom th' Italians Feele their Achilles both to wound heale Triulcio salutes thee what is past As past recall he will not mention But for the future this you ayd a man From whom you cannot any way expect Reward or Honour such his poverty Both in desert and meanes but against whom I will not urge they are your Countrymen Partakers of the same sweet soyle with you Who onely differ in their better choice Yet so farre doe I prize your worth to thinke You have not put off Nature nor have chang'd With your home-ayre your home-affections That you are still a Swizzer thinke of this And that at other times t were shame to flye Now onely flight shewes Magnanimity Triulcio What shall I doe O I am lost in doubt Nor know what to refuse or what to grant Shall then the Swizzers to their valour adde A tainture of disloyaltie to whom Who can accuse us for our trechery One that has patroniz'd it by his act That hath betraied his Nephew shall a man Be counted trecherous that betrayes vice It was a crime to aide him can it be A crime to leave him too O paradox Resolve me Goodnesse what t is best to doe And that does whisper a dislike for what What goodnesse can there be in civill warre When we shall kill them that were borne with us When we shall make the Father dye his sword In the sonnes bloud and strangely give a death To him to whom he kindly gave a life When the mixt bloud of the same Family Shall make a cruell incest this we doe If we are honest I le learne treason first And the most accurate sinne Triulcio Our Country calls us and not thou To be Dishonest then is the best honesty Ex. Scena tertia Picinino in his study with a Deaths head a Watch. Pic. THis is the summe I can but be like this After the prouder threatning of the French After the sure impression of Diseases I can but be like this then let me thinke What losse I have when I am made like this This feares no French a peece of ordinance Can breake but not astonish this no force Can draw a teare no not a sigh from hence And can it be a losse to be like this O Death why art thou fear'd why doe we thinke T is such a horrid terror Not to Be Why not to be is not to be a wretch Why not to be is to be like the heav'ns Not to be subject to the pow'r of Fate O there 's no happines but not to be to the Watch. But thou discloser of the stealth of Time Let me inquire how much is worne away Of this sad houre the halfe O speedy time That makst us feele ere we can thinke of Age Ere we can take an order for the Grave Ent. Iul. Iul. What deepe in meditation noble friend So studious of your Watch alas good man Thou needst not this faint helpe to guesse at Fate These silver haires are watch enough for thee Pic. I onely looke how many minutes hence Millan expires Iul. O swift Arithmeticke To summe by minutes our sad Duchies age Pic. This Watch doth teach reall Philosophy There is no tutor to this active brasse What is a Kingdome but a larger watch Wound up by Fate unto some scores of yeares And then it falls good Iuliano list Harke how it beats how strongly and how fast Beyond the motion of a nimble pulse Who would not thinke this were a lasting noise And yet it endes after some date of houres The watch will be as silent as the head O t is our folly folly my deare friend Because we see th' activity of States To flatter them with false Eternity Why longer then the dweller lasts the house Why should the world be alwayes and not man Sure Kingdomes are as mortall as their Kings And stay but longer for their period Iul. I feare our Climactericall is now When all professions turne to souldier To that curst Art that thrives by Destiny The sithes are straighted into swords and th' Earth Being not wounded is undone where once Stood buildings which an humble Poetry VVithout too bold a swelling might give Kings VVhole Mines undone to beautifie one roofe Now onely Desolation dwels weake griefe To say Corne growes where once a City stood That sustenance is there where no men are This is a trifling and halfe misery Our Lands now onely furnish us with Graves Can hide us but not feed us we would thinke Our Cities standing though the buildings fell If we had no griefe but Fertility Pic. But on what strength does Sforza still subsist Against so powerfull foes Iul. The Emperor Has sold him some few Almaines but his hopes Chiefly depend upon the valiant Swizze VVho were the chiefe in his depression Pic. Has his grosse braine not learnt the danger yet Of bringing strangers into Italy He call'd the French to Naples who have now Found Millan too O what

Stupiditie Not to be borne with had they knowne the use At first of that which they now call a truce This truce had beene unnecessary then They might have spar'd whilst now they bury men And that they now may bury they intreat Respite a while from warre thus all their heate Is buried for the time good heav'n to see Th' Omnipotency of Necessity Whom all the nearest ties of Neighbourhood Religion Language nay of the same Blood Could not containe from fight but that they would To see if it were theirs shed their owne blood These are intreated to a forme of peace Their fury for a day or two can cease Commanded by Necessity they feare Lest th' Ayre by so much carcasse poysoned were Lest to revenge the blood which they had shed They now might feele the valour of the dead Of strong corruptiō these thoughts hold their mind These thoughts a while inforce them to be kind On both sides for they doe not jarre in all Nature prevailes not but a Funerall Nor doth this long prevaile for when they had Interr'd some carcasses they yet are mad Till they have made some more till they have done A second fault as not content with one They see their Error and commit it thus Who are not eminently vertuous Are easily entrapp'd in vices snares And want the poore excuse that unawares They were ingag'd we greedily runne on Offending with Deliberation And can you call this but Infirmity Nick-name a Vice O call it Prodigy Call it O what What name can well expresse The miracle of humane guiltinesse Could he pretend an ignorance at least And be in Nature as in Fact a beast He were not worse then they then he might be Both from the Vse and fault of Reason free But what new horror ceizeth me what fire Raignes in my thoughts prompts me to rise higher Hence you low soules who groveling on the Earth Basely deject your selves below your birth Sold to your senses I intend to tell What none can know but in whose breasts doe dwell Coelestiall fires and unto whom 't is given To have a neerer intercourse with Heav'n Yet pardon you pure soules whom no one dares Eas'd of our flesh to trouble with our cares Pardon I once more aske if my weake pen Fitting it selfe to ordinary men Attaine not to your height to us unknowne And give you those words which you shame to owne The Lawgiver who saw as in a glasse All in the Word what ever 't was did passe In these neer enmities as farre as Man Perfectly happy knowes a griefe began To feele Compassion Have I then said he Deliver'd Israel for this misery And did I free them from the Aegyptian Onely to find them graves in Canaan I did foretell their Land shall overflow But never thought to be expounded so Never with bloud I meant that they should have More blessings then the covetous can crave The flowing Vdder and the untir'd Bee An happy Deluge of Fertility O how would now proud Pharaoh rejoyce How he would have a joy beyond a voyce Beyond his tyranny could he but know What Israel does indure without a Foe Was it for this I did so oft repeat Wonders before him wonders of so great Exuberance of powre so highly done That they contemne all admiration How wert thou Nilus bloody'd into Red Thy waters as unknowne as is thy Head When all thy finny progeny did find That to destroy now which did breed their kind When by a nimble death they understand The River as discourteous as the Land Can I forget that when I did bestow A liberty as heretofore to flow Vnto thy now pale waters there did passe An issue stranger then his Colour was From the too fertil river Frogges are found With such a multitude to hide the ground That there 's no grasse appeares no corne is seene The spring does blush because he lookes not greene Their numbers and their noise equally harsh Make Egypt not a Region but a Marsh. What a small portion of my acts where these How scarcely to be counted passages In my large story Dust is chang'd to Lice And now beginnes to creepe which the most nice And curious eye before could never find To move at all unlesse 't were by the winde Which could not scatter those thicke clouds of Flyes That would not let them no not see the skyes When I but threaten all the cattle dye And Egypts Gods find a Mortality But lest the men should thinke that they were free From the fault too if the Calamity I taught their bodies with blacke goare to runne And imitate their soules corruption What was a Face is now a pimple growne And in each part is plentifully sowne A store of blaines so ugly that to me It was a kind of Iudgement but to see And if this were but little was 't not I That call'd those candy'd pellets from the sky Which in a moment overwhelming all Did badly change their colour in their fall And by the murthering every one they found Within their reach came red unto the ground When to repaire the numbers they had slaine Beasts of all sorts the land is fill'd againe But t is with Locusts such a swarme they see Made for the shame of all their Husbandry That they could wish so they were rid of these The former Murrein ere this new increase But who can tell the following Prodigy Last day the Earth was hid but now the sky Chaos returnes the Sunne hath lost his rayes And Nights obscurity is turn'd to Dayes Who could a greater miracle afford God made the Light I Darknesse by a Word Which had it lasted had it ne'r beene spent They would have call'd it a kind punishment They had not seene then their first borne to dy To challenge death by their Nativity All this I did but why was it to see My people suffer fuller misery To gaine the Country which they could not hold From which their owne armes ignorantly bold Expell their owne selves O let no man tell That Israel did banish Israel My prayers forbid nor let it ere be said That Moses was unkind since he was dead That in the grave I left my goodnesse too And could not pity when not feele a woe Having said this with all the speed he may He seekes out holy Abraham who that day By his deere Isaac seconded did sing The ancient mercies of their heavenly King One tells how having now worne out a life And so being fitter for his Grave then Wife Nay then when she had liv'd unto those yeares To be accounted with the Grandmothers When Sara now was so unweildy growne Her legges could scarcely beare her selfe alone She beares another burthen and does swell Not with a child but with a Miracle This said he stops and then againe goes on No more with story but Devotion O praise the Lord my soule let me not find My body was more fruitfull then my mind O let that teeme with

thankefulnes and be Made sweetly pregnant by my memory Father sayes Isaac I have often heard That we doe tell with Ioy what we have Feard And what in suffering terrifies our sense Does in relating please what violence Of blisse possesseth me when I compare My dangers past with joyes that present are Me thinkes I yet carry that fatall wood A burden which I hardly understood Should carry me me thinkes I still enquire Where is the sacrifice and where the fire How little did I thinke or feare till then That God commanded sacrifice of men How little could I guesse in any part That God in such sort did desire the Heart Yet pardon Father if you now must know Your silence seem'd more cruell then your blow Could I oppose my mind against your will Or wish him spar'd whom you decreed to kill Wherefore was as all this circumstance what need But first to tell and then to act the deed I never knew what disobedience meant And your distrust was my worst punishment I must confesse I was amaz'd my blood Congeal'd within me and my faint haires stood Yet not for feare of death Death was my profit But for the manner and the Author of it Was this the heav'nly promise and must I So strangely borne somewhat more strangely die What should I say now or what should I doe That frustrate by my death Gods promise too Should I invoke Heav'ns ayde alas from thence Came the injunction for this violence Should I implore my fathers helpe why he Would sooner hearken unto heav'n then me And so he did for when the trembling sword As if he knew the temper of his Lord Theatned a death most fortunately then He that did arme you did disarme agen Shewing your will was all he did require Commanding you to that you most desire To be againe a Father O the power And mercy of our God! who in an houre Who in a minute can make all things well Can bring and then deliver out of Hell These were their Accents when that Moses sayes It is an holy businesse to praise To magnifie our Lord so to goe on In the intent of our Creation To this all times all reasons doe obey And we may praise as often as we pray But now let 's change these tones let us be mute In all discourses now but in a suite Let us at once conjoyne our prayers and see If our one God will hearken unto three Your issue and my charge whom I have led Thorow those paths that never man did tread As if they fear'd a scarcity of foes Doe their owne selves against themselves oppose And their destruction unlesse we repaire Sooner to ayde them will prevent our pray'r It was a place above the Ayre the Sky Whither Man cannot reach not with his Eye Nay if th'exactnesse of the height be sought Whither Man cannot reach not with his thought Beyond the place where haile and raine doe growe Above the chill-white treasures of the snow To which compar'd the starry heav'n is fell Vnto a neerer neighbourhood with Hell And when I shall of Gods abode intreat It does become his prospect not his seat To which compar'd the Chrystall heav'n does meet With Earth to be a stoole unto his feet This was the Place yet pardon 't was not so Places are things which onely bodies know Our bounds of Ayre from which the heav'ns are free As from Corruption and Mortality But here it was His sacred throne did stand Who with a word created Sea and Land Who with a word was Maker of his Throne Who till he made it never wanted one Bring me the richest goldsmiths treasuries Those baites that doe allure our hearts and eyes The dusky Sapphire the Pearle richly white The sparkling Diamond yellow Chrysolite Or if there be a gemme Nature hath fram'd Of so high price that Art hath never nam'd Ransacke the Inga's tombes where there doth lie With their corrupted dust their treasury Who to that pretty bounty doe attaine That they bestow their gold on earth againe Search me their graves or if you fearfull be Of treasure guarded by Mortality Rob all the mines fenc't with so many barres Where Nature in the Earth hath fancy'd starres Whose luster lest our weaknesse cannot beare Her kinder wisedome made her store up there Bring these unto the view to an exact Figure which Phidias durst call his act Yet to this throne compar'd it will appeare So farre from shining it will scarce looke cleare Here does the Ancient of dayes disclose The glory of his Majesty to those To whom he daignes his presence who enjoy At full what would a weaker eye destroy Whose blisse shall never have a period Who therefore live because they see their God How could I ever linger ever dwell In this so blest Relation O how well Should I esteeme my selfe entranc'd if I By staying here should lose my History Here thousand thousands wait upon his call Of humane servants and Angelicall And such a multitude invest his throne Millions of Spirits waiting upon One That it may be we should not say amisse Their Number stranger then their Nature is Here sound the Hallelujahs here the Quire Of Heav'n is high and full as their desire No voice is here untun'd they doe not find A jarre more in the sound then in the mind Their power of singing growes on with their song And they can longer sing because thus long Thus here them selves they fully strengthned see To a melodious eternitie Here Abraham presents himselfe and sayes O thou above the injury of Dayes Who making Times art subject unto none Who giv'st all knowledge and art never knowne Who in my dayes of flesh didst gladly lend An eare unto my suite and wouldst not bend Thy plagues against thine enemies untill I knew th' intent and thou hadst askt my will The will of me poore mortall nay farre worse Of me a sinner then the ancient curse Stucke deeply in me that I might have feard My faults and not my pray'r should have been heard Could I speake then and am I silent now Did Sodom move and cannot Israel bow O pardon me if I bewaile their state If I their Father prove their Advocate Didst not thou promise when I had giv'n ore All hope of Father when I wisht no more Then a contented Grave that then from me Should come so numerous a progeny That all the cleerer army of the sky And the thicke sands which still unnumbred lye Should come within account before my feed Which not my Sara but thy truth should breed How oft I thought that promise did include Their lasting too as well as multitude That their continuance should be as sure As long as either sands or starres indure If they have sinn'd thou know'st they may repent And be the better by a punishment Never by Ruine O then use thy rod Thinke that they are thy People thou their God And if they are so O then let not be Any more