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B12205
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A fig for fortune. A.C.
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Copley, Anthony, 1567-1607?
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of spirit Shadow of Ioues hate Disdaines obloquie Helles ongate an Owlish conuersation All Ioyes deprife and sorrowes invndation Looke not so downe agast at what I say But with a generous erected front Number these willing woundes my bartes defray To Glory sole land-ladie of this account They are the Tythes I pay to eternall Fame There is not any one of them prophane Be not injayld to base Aduersitie Rather slip out thy life at gloryes windoe One stab will send thee to eternity And rid thee quite and cleane of all thy woe Then there lies life-lesse all Calamity Thy name and Spirit fayre amountes to glory It is not as vulgaritie esteemes Sincere worth to be beblest of Fortune A fickle Dame that commonlie misdeemes Those that her fauours most of all importune Blesse thou thy selfe and if that Fortune curse thee Die in despight of her and her discourt'sie Oh what a base ingenerous sight it is To see men crooch and pewle at her vaine Altars Offring their presents to her peeuishnesse And therewithall their necks vnto her haltars Be thou subsistant of thy selfe alonely And if thou canst not liue yet die with glorie Fie on those lowtish growt-head lobbernowlles That slander Nature with their Modicums I tell thee Natur 's like to Marygowldes Largely display'd to twentie thousand Sunnes Which if they cease to shine in Majestie It shuttes it selfe and is content to die Thy Spirit is a particle of Ioue It scornes indignitie and meane suffize Like as a flame or oyle it mounts aboue And take but Glory from it and it dies Yet dies it not but to indignitie Mounting by Death to Fames eternitie There is no hell like to declined glorie Nor is Prometheus Vulture halfe so fell As the sad memorie of a happie storie To him that in aduersitie doeth dwell Ah let him die that is not as he was With ending blesse breake he the houre-glasse What booteh it to liue in base contempt In euer melancholie-adumbred mood A fable to the vulgar babblement A muddie ebbe after a Chrystall flood Out with thy candle let it burne no more When once thou art become the worlds eye-sore And tell not me of dutie vnto life Nature is as indifferent to death Life led in joyes abandon and deprife Is Natures deeper graue then earth beneath It is not death that which the world calles dying But that is death which is all joyes denying Nature disdaines all grosse encountring meat Fore-fed with Nectar and Ambrosian sweetes And Night that is the merrie dayes defeat We see how Nature giues it drowsie greetes Now Sleep by night is but a silent signe How sweet it is to die in Ioyes decline And then as is the morrowe-dawning day A fresh re-blesse to Natures next awake So to the wretch that dies disgrace away Elizium is his second lifes partake Where he shall triumph in eternity And Fame the Chanteclere of such his glory Loe I a president before thine eyes This gore imports the glorie of my Ghost Who but fore-weening Caesars tyrannies Fore-doom'd my self in care-preuenting post Then thou that art a verie wretch indeed Oh why deferrest thou so long to bleed Out with that Iayle-bird of aduersitie Disdaine to liue at Natures joylesse leasure Bale drown'd in gore and magnanimitie Is an vpdiue to all eternall pleasure Thinke what a Fame-renowned thing it is In crimson floods to warfare base de-blisse Deferre no longer then thy doome of death But Champion-like confound Calamitie Prosperities Satrap feares not to vnsheath His kil-care blade gainst fleshes fearful frailtie Flesh of it selfe will one day turne to dust Then doome it thou thy selfe since so it must Thou would'st not gladly eate an Abricocke Or Peache vnpar'd because their rinde is bitter And fear'st thou then to giue thy selfe the stocke That so vnkindely bittereth all thy better Oh off with it and yeeld thy sweetes to Ioue And he will counter-sweete thee with his loue He will imbosome thee in his embrace And Ioye-embalme thee in his Heauen-delights Thy skarres and gashes he will faire deface And sanctifie thee with alhallowed rytes Thou shalt be as a Meteor ouershining All mortall glory in her dust declining There will we meet thee in Vermilion vest I Otho Anniball and all the rest Fames choisest Martyrs who in Fates detest Doom'd all our selues to euerlasting rest There will we magnifie thy happie woundes And high applaud thē with Crownets Crownes With that I drew out my emboldened blade Resolu'd to massacre my loathed life When loe the Ghost from out my sight did vade As though to tell his Ioue of my arife But such a Sulphur stench hee left behind him That I in dreade thereof shooke euerie lim And therwithall my sword fell to the ground And I misdoubted some illusion Such was the safetie that then I found In drowsie dread and deaths confusion Prophanely spoken t' was no frailties deed But God alonlie stood thee then in steed So then remounted on my Sable jade I rang'd ore craggy cliffes and desart dales In way-lesse wander and in Horrors shade One while conceipting Catoes death-auailes And then anon reflecting on his stinke Thus strayd I most in dread deaths instinct Thrise drew I out my dagger for to stab me And then so oft I mus'd why Cato stunke so Me thought there should no such disglory be In sacred Ghosts freed from the filth of woe So was my moody mindes perplexed wander Partial on lifes behalfe gainst deadly danger Then on I rode and riding through a dale Hell-like adumbred with a duskie gloome A suddaine fatall blast did me assaile And droue me to a second damned doome Where I might see a more then hell-black finger That pointed me and said Loe yonder yonder With that my Melancholy star'd round about And like a whirle-wind posted to the place Where I might heare a voyce that roared out Reuenge reuenge thy dollorous disgrace And then eftsoons all in a Sulphur-flame Appear'd vnto my sight a shape of shame Her face was Skowl-regarding on the ground Her eyes like Heclas euer-sparkling fires Her finger on her mouth was a dumb bound Of her Cyclopian frets and fell desires In th' other hand she bare a fierie sheafe And all her body was as pale as death Her haire was Snake-incurl'd Medusa-like Hauing the power t'instone me where I stood So was I sencelesse all but in dislike And deadly horror of so dread a Bug At last she fretted out an angry noise And thus inspeeched it into a voice Feare not my wan and moody misproportion For I confesse I am no fondlings joy Nor am I of a wanton disposition As is the God of Loue that idle boy Yet am I a joy in another kind To such as in vn-ioy most ioy doe find I am Reuenge the doome of iniuries The Misers refuge and reuiue to blesse Occasions Argus pith of Tragedies The summe of pollicie in all distresse Wrathes thunder-bolt and triumph ouer those That in their jollitie work
thinking who he is for whom you fight Redouble your prowesse and your manly might You combate for the high Hierusalem A region of Peace and Immortalitie Fore-spell'd and promist only vnto them That straine in her behalfe their vp-shot constancie Nor feare yee any woundes or any dying So good a death tends to a better reuiuing See how confusedly Doblessa fightes Without all discipline or good array Her Camp abandon'd to intestine spightes And euerie one contending to beare sway Their owne disorder will confound their power The frame of Discord dures not an hower On then like gallants of the holy-Ghost Fighting in Vnity and for a Crowne Against a rascall and tumultuous Host Nere let the strumpet pull the Temple downe No neuer shall the strumpet pull it downe For God is God and it is all his owne Rememorate the glorie of her Age And of her Raigne and of her pristin Warres How often hath she quell'd Doblessas rage Attempting to assayle her holy Rampiars Hath she not been a Nurse vnto yee all A Shelter and a feast most festiuall Besides hath God not promised of yore That hell shall nere preuaile against her gates And hath not he vouchsau'd to die therfore Establishing her glorie against all Fates Yea is not he her fundamentall stone Her daylie Sacrifice and high Oblation What will ye more Oh Sionites no more But to your tacklings stand like men of honor Like men of Sion one to twentie score Such Babell-hildings mortifie their rancor With constant and imperious resistance God and his Angels are in your assistance So said he blest them and dismist them all Who straight in troops vnto the Rampiers ran And happie he could get vpon the wall There then a second skirmish fresh began Doblessa still persisting in th' assault And Sion fierce supplying all default It was a heauen to see the good array And vnitie of Sion in this conflict How euerie one was willing to obay His Officers encharge though nere so strict The holy-Ghost was in and ouer all Cheering their combate with his cordiall Meane while the high Sacrificator he Attended to the Temples Sacrifice Offring it vp for peace and victorie He chanted Hymnes and Laudes and Letanies And in Pontificall Procession He and his Clergie made their intercession Some in their studdies commented the Text Conferring place with place and with traditions Ov'ring the fraud wherwith Doblessa vext Their Ghospels peace some others in her stations Boldlie aduentured their liues to tell The Babellonians of all her hell Some they perswaded those were verie few And of those few not one of ten persisted But still as feare and fraud their frailties drew They started backe againe like men agasted Oh what it is to be too secular It was selfe-loue that all their weale did marre And of such braue aduenturous Sionites As Doblessa could by hooke or crooke intrap They di'd the death and suffred all the spights That rage and rascall wit could jointly rap Subject they were to dreadfull persecution By publick edict and false brethrens treason What sacring and what sacramenting was In Sion all this while for Sions safetie Was more then all the strength of stone and brasse In her defence God not in enmitie But for her greater glories sake permitting Doblessa thus to bid it bale and bickring Contrarie-wise Doblessa ru'd the fate Of her attempt her mood began to quaile For God now seeing the prefixed date Of Sions patience in her last auayle Did on the suddaine so enlarge his grace That th'whoore retir'd and gaue backe apace And then to shew her latest trumperie Now that our Lords permission faild her powre She gan with Magicke-spels and sorcerie Faire Virgin-like to falsifie her figure Therby to seeme as gracious as she could To Sions eie such was her guize of ould But when she saw that all her fallaces And fierce assaults to Sion were in vaine And feeling now withall Gods heauie furies Showre down vpon her like a floud of raine Shee could no longer bide the brunt of Sion But backe she reel'd to hell and Babylon And fearing least her daunted enterprize Might haplie alien her peoples hearts From her obeysance She so bewitcht their eies With mystes of falsed glory and high deserts That they besotted in their disaster Betooke them to their heeles and fled with her And as they fled Oh marke their vanitie They did so crauin-cockadoodle it As though they had run away victorie And left faire Sion in her dying fit Such hoopes such clangor and such symphonie And all was but Doblessas pollicie She nusled them in so proud Peacockrie To th' end they might not see their damned state But still perseuer as the Bumble-Bee Repine-lesse in their dung and desperate Oh cursed and vnkind captiuitie To be so willing drudge to Falsitie Yet some whome Sions more especiall beame Had bright appaid to see her dignitie Fled from the witch as wak'd from out a dreame Of Faery and Chimericall Imagerie Such Sion intromitted in her gate Applauding them with deere congratulate Contrarie-wise whatsoeuer Sionite Doblessa could with slight or fight enthrall She led away into eternall night Blind-folding their eyes to make them fall Into a thousand helles and offendickles Thrise fatall lapse from Grace into such pickles Nor was the holie Temple thus acquitted For euer after from her hostill trouble But still as Hydra-like she had renued One head vpon the others stump and stubble She came againe and made a braggard-show But still she bare away the Palsie-blow Such being the ancient league of God to Sion Necessiting her Peace to such temptation And yet withall protesting his protection Therto against all hell and Babylon What greater safetie then so good assurance The word of God is of eternall durance Thus Sion triumpht ouer moode and tumult Cabaging her Peace in perfect vnitie Against whatsoeuer future-Scismes insult And seeing now no more hostilitie But all the Region cleere She fell arifling Doblessas spoyles the Honors of her fighting And in her warlike wardrop there she plast them Amongst a world of former pillages And spoyles of Babell high Hierusalem Sisterlie applauding such her victories And thinking long the day to honor her With her embrace and euerlasting cheere Then to conclude the high Sacrificator Came foorth in place and blest the Combatants Bidding them giue to God th' eternall honor Of so high hap And therupon he descants A large discourse of Gods protection How prompt he alwayes was to succour Sion So done he efts dismist the multitude T' attend vnto the buriall of their brethren Whom Sions honor had that day endu'd With zeale to die for her like valiant men Their graues resented Immortalitie Sweeter then all the sents of Arabiâ— And for it was a speciall victorie Archiu'd euen on the very walles of Sion There was proclaim'd a generall Iubilie To be sollemniz'd throughout all the region The Octaue after in feast-full reference And thanks to God for such his high defence In