for their Deities Gods made with hands Gods without life or breath Gods which the Rust Fier Hammer conquereth But thou art Lord th' invincible alone Th' All-seeing GOD the Everlasting ONE And who so dares him gainst thy Powr oppose Seems as a Puff which roaring Boreas blowes Weening to tear the Alps off at the Foot Or Clowds-prop Athos from his massie Root Who but mis-speaks of thee he spets at Heav'n And his owne spettle in his face is driven Lord shew thee such take on thee the Defence Of thine owne glory and our innocence Cleer thine owne name of blame let him not thus Tryumph of Thee in tryumphing of vs But let ther Lord vnto thy Church appear Iust Cause of Ioy and to thy Foes of fear God hears his Cry and from th' Empyreal Round Miraculous slaughter of the Assirians He wrathfull sends a winged Champion down Who richly arm'd in more than humane Arms Mowes in one night of Heathen men at Arms Thrice-three-score thousand and five thousand more Feld round about beside behinde before Heer his two eyes which Sun-like brightly turn Simile Two armed Squadrons in a moment burn Not much vnlike vnto a fier in stubble Which sodain spreading still the flame doth double And with quick succour of som Southren blasts Crick-crackling quickly all the Country wastes Heer the stiff Storm that from his mouth he blowes Thousands of Souldiers each on other throwes Simile Even as a Winde a Rock a sodain Flood Bears down the Trees in a side-hanging Wood Th' Yew overturns the Pine the Pine the Elm The Elm the Oak th' Oak doth the Ash ore-whelm And from the top down to the Vale belowe The Mount's dis-mantled and even shamed so Heer with a Sword such as that sacred blade For the bright Guard of Eden's entry made He hacks he hews and somtimes with one blowe A Regiment hee all at once doth mowe And as a Cannon's thundrie roaring Ball Simile Battering one Turret shakes the next withall And oft in Armies as by proof they finde Kils oldest Souldiers with his very winde The whiffing Flashes of this Sword so quick Strikes dead a many which it did not strike Heer with his hands he strangles all at-once Legions of Foes O Arm that Kings dis-throans O Army-shaving Sword Rock-razing Hands World-tossing Tempest All-consuming Brands O let som other with more sacred fier Than I inflam'd into my Muse inspire The wondrous manner of this Overthrowe The which alas God knowes I little knowe I but admire it in confused sort Conceiue I cannot and much less report Com-on Zenacherib where 's now thine Hoast Where are thy Champions Thou didst lately boast Th' hadst in thy Camp as many Soldiers As Sea hath Fishes or the Heav'ns haue Stars Now th' art alone and yet not all alone Fear and Despair and Fury wait vpon Thy shame-full Flight but bloody Butcher stay Stay noysom Plague fly not so fast away Fear not Heav'ns Fauchin that foul brest of thine Shall not be honor'd with such wounds divine Nor shalt thou yet in timely bed decease No Tyrants vse not to Depart in Peace As bloud they thirsted they are drown'd in blood Their cruell Life a cruell Death makes good For O iust Iudgement lo thy Sons yer-long Zenacherib slain by his owne sonnes At Nisroch's Shrine revenge the Hebrews wrong Yea thine owne Sons foul eggs of fouler Bird Kill their owne Father sheath their either sword In thine owne throat and heirs of all thy vices Mix thine owne bloud among thy Sacrifices This Miracle is shortly seconded By one as famous and as strange indeed It pleas'd the Lord with heavy hand to smight King Ezechiah who in dolefull plight Ezekiah's sicknesse Vpon his bed lies vexed grieuously Sick of an Vlcer past all remedy Art fails the Leach and issue faileth Art Each of the Courtiers sadly wayles a-part His losse and Lord Death in a mourn-ful sort Through every Chamber daunteth all the Court And in the City seems in every Hall T' haue light a Taper for his Funerall Then Amos * The Prophet Isaiah Son his bed approaching pours From plentious lips these sweet and golden showrs But that I knowe you knowe the Lawes Divine But that your Faith so every-where doth shine But that your Courage so confirm'd I see I should my Liege I should not speak so free A comfortable Visitation of the sicke I would not tell you that in continent You must prepare to make your Testament That your Disease shall haue the vpper hand And Death already at your Door doth stand What fears my Lord Knowe you not heer beneath We alwayes say I towards the Port of Death Where who first anch'reth first is glorified That 't is Decreed confirm'd and ratified That of necessity the fatall Cup. Once all of vs must in our turn drink vp That Death 's no pain but of all pains the end The Gate of Heav'n and Ladder to ascend That Death 's the death of all our storms and strife And sweet beginning of immortall Life For by one death a thousands death's we slay Thear-by we rise from Body-Toomb of Clay Thear-by our Soules feast with celestiall food Thear-by we com to th' heav'nly Brother-hood Thear-by w' are chang'd to Angels of the Light And face to face behold Gods beuties bright The Prophet ceast and soon th' Isaacian Prince Deep apprehending Death's drad form and sense Vnto the Wall-ward turns his weeping eyes And sorrow-torn thus to himself he cries Lord I appeal Lord as thine humble childe A Prayer for a sick person mutatis mutandis From thy iust Iustice to thy Mercy milde Why will thy strength destroy a silly-one Weakned and wasted even to skin and bone One that adores thee with sincere affection The wrack of Idols and the Saints protection O! shall the Good thy servant had begun For Sion rest now by his death vndon O! shall a Pagan After-king restore The Groues and Idols I haue raz'd before Shall I dye Childe-les Shall thine Heritage In vain exspect that glorious golden Age Vnder thy CHRIST O! mercy mercy Lord O Father milde to thy dear Childe accord Som space of life O! let not Lord the voice Of Infidels at my poor death reioyce Then said the Seer Be of good cheer my Liege The Kings praier heard and his life prolonged 15 yeares Thy sighes and tears and prayers so be siege The throne of Pitty that as pierçt with-all Thy smyling Health God yieldeth to re-call Wills to his Temple three dayes hence thou mount Retracts his Sentence and corrects his count Makes Death go back for fifteen yeers as lo This Dial's shadow shal heer back-ward go His Word 's confirm'd with wonderfull Effect The Sunne goes backe For lo the Dial which doth houres direct Life's-guider Daye's-divider Sun's-Consorter Shadow's dull shifter and Time's dumb Reporter Puts-vp-again his passed Houres perforce And back-ward goes against his wonted course 'T is Noon at Mid-night and
Poore Eue beleeues him straight Man beleeues his wife And biteth by and by the Apple asking-life Whereof so soone as he had tasted he begins But all too-late alas to see his cursed sinnes His eyes indeed were ope and then he had the skill To know the difference between the good and ill Then did he knowe how good good waâ— when he had lost-it And euill too he knew but ah too deerely cost-it Leauing himselfe besides the sorrow of his losse Nothing but sad despaire of succourin his crosse He found himselfe falne down froÌ„ blisse-full state of peace Into a ciuill warre where discords neuer cease His soule reuolting soone became his bitter foe But as it oft befalls that worst doo strongest growe She is not eas'd at all by th' inly striuing iarres Which doo annoy her more then th' irefull open warres Wrath hatred enuie feare sorrow despaire and such And passions opposite to these afflict as much Distracting to and fro the Princesse of his life In restles mutinies and neuer ceasing strife Then th' humor-brethren all hot cold and wet and dry Falne out among themselues augment his misery So that by their debate within his flesh there seeded A haruest of such weeds as neuer can be weeded All creatures that before as Subiects did attend-him Now 'mong themselues conspire by al means to offend-him In briefe Immortall borne now mortall he became And bound his soule to bide Hells euer-burning flame Leauing his wofull heires euen from their births beginning Heires of his heauy paine as of his hainous sinning So that in him the Lord condemned all mankind To beare the punishment to his foule sinne assign'd And none had euer scap't had not the God of grace Desiring more to saue then to subuert his race Redeem'd vs by the death of his deer onely Son And chosen vs in him before the World begun Forgiuing vs the fault and with the fault the fine All saue this temporall death of Adams sin the signe Now in the horror of those ease-lesse end-lesse paines It may be rightly said that euill euer raignes That 's euill's very selfe and not this seeming-woe Wherof the want on world complaineth daily so Liv'd we ten thousand yeeres continually tormented In all fell tortures strange that euer were inuented What 's that compar'd to time that never shall expire Amidth'infernall flames whose least-afflicting fire Exceedeth all the paines all mortall hearts can think Sure all that we endure till Laethe drops we drink Is all but ease to that or if it be a paine 'T is in respect of that a very trifle vaine But were 't a great deale worse why should we euill name That which we rather finde a medicine for the same Health wealth security honour and ease doo make vs Forget our God and God for that doth soone for sake vs Whereas afflictions are the ready meanes to moouevs To seeke our health in him that doth so deerely loue-vs 'T is true indeed say some that benefit they bring-vs But yet the smart thereof doth so extreamely wring-vs That th' euill which they feele that doo endure the same Makes them esteeme it iust to giue it that for name Mans nature certainly it cannot be denied Is thrall to many throes while here on earth we bide In body and in soule the troubled soule sustaines A thousand passions strong the body thousand paines And that 's the wretched State the which yer-while I said Was iustly due to vs when Adam disobay'd But he that 's once new-borne in Iesus Christ by faith Who his assured hope in God sole setled hath Who doth beleeue that God giues essence vnto all And all sustaineth still that nothing doth befall But by his sacred will and that no strength that striueth To stop his iust decrees can stand or euer thriueth Not onely doth accept all paines with patience The which he takes for due vnto his deepe offence Nor onely is content if such be Gods good pleasure To feele a thousand-fold a much more ample measure But euen delights therein and void of any feare Expects th' extremitie of all assaults to beare Whether almighty God abate their woonted vigor Or that his may not feele their crosses cruell rigor Doo wholly arme them with new forces for the nonce To beare the bitter brunt or whether both at-once And to approoue this true how many dayly drink Of torments bitter Cup that neuer seeme to shrink Alas what sharper smart what more afflicting paines What worser grieâ—e then that which ceas-lesly sustaines He that by some mischance or els by martiall thunder Vnhappily hath had some maine bone broke in sunder What torment feeleth not the sore-sicke deepe-diseased One while with cruell fit of burning Feuer seised Another while assail'd with Colick and with Stone Or with the cure-lesse Gout whose rigour yeelds to none Or thousand other griefes whose bitter vexing strife Disturbes continually the quiet of our life Yet notwithstanding this in all this painfull anguish Thogh the most part repyne plain mourn languish Murmuring against the Lord with malcontented voice Some praise his clemencie and in his rods reioyce How many such deere Saints haue fel tormenters seene To die betweene their hands through moody tyrants teen So little daunted at their martyrdome and slaughter That in th' extremity they haue expressed laughter How many at the stake nay in the very flame Haue sung with cheerful voice th' Almighties prais-ful name Yet were they all compact of artirs and of veines Of sinewes bones and flesh and sensible of paines By nature at the least as much as any other For being issued all from one selfe earthly Mother What makes theÌ„ then to find such extreme smart so sweet What makes them patiently those deadly pangs to meet No doubt it is the Lord who first of nothing made-vs Who with his liberall hand of goodnes still doth lade-vs Some more and other lesse and neuer ceaseth space From making vs to feele the fauours of his grace Accurst are they indeed whom he doth all abandon To doo their Lust for Law and runne their life at randon Accurst who neuer taste the sharp-sweet hand of God Accurst ah most accurst who neuer feele his rod. Such men by nature borne the bond-slaues vnto sinne Through selfe-corruption end worse then they did beginne For how they longer liue the more by their amisse They draw them neerer Hell and farther-off from blisse Such men within themselues their euils spring containe There is no outward thing as falsly they complaine Cause of their cureles ill for good is euerything And good can of it selfe to no-man euill bring Now if they could aright these earthly pleasures prize According to their worth they would not in such wise For lack or losse of these so vaine and transitorie Lament so bitterly nor be so sadly-sorrie But ouer-louing still these outward things vnstable To rest in true content an houre they are not able No not a moments time their feare
ears to hear his wondrous Art The Dolphin then discrying Land at last Storms with himself for hauing made such haste And wisht Laconia thousand Leagues from thence T' haue ioy'd the while his Musiks excellence But 'fore his own delight preferring far Th' vnhoped safety of the Minstrell rare Sets him a shoar and which most strange may seem Where life he took there life restoreth him But now deer Muse with Ionas lets vs hie From the Whales belly and from ieopardy Of stormfull Seas of wreakfull Rocks and Sand Com com my Darling let vs haste to Land While busie poaring downward in the Deep The second part of this book treating of Fowles I sing of Fishes that there Quarter keep See how the Fowls are from my fancy fled And their high prayses quight out of my head Their flight out-flies me and my Muse almost The better half of this bright Day hath lost But cheer ye Birds your shadows as ye pass Seeming to flutter on the Waters face Make me remember by their nimble turns Both what my duty and your due concerns But first I pray for meed of all my toyl In bringing you into this HAPPIE I LE Vouch safe to waken with your various Notes The sense-less senses of those drowsie Sots Whose eye-lids laden with a waight of Lead Shall fall a-sleep the while these Rymes are read But if they could not close their wakefull eyes Among the Water's silent Colonies How can they sleep among the Birds whose sound Through Heav'n and Earth and Ocean doth redound The Heav'nly Phoenix first began to frame Of the admirable and Onely Phoenix The Earthly Phoenix and adorn'd the same With such a plume that Pboebus circuiting Prom Fez to Cairo sees no fairer thing Such form such fethers and such Fate he gaue-her That fruitfull Nature breedeth nothing braver Two sparkling eyes vpon her crown a crest Of starry Sprigs more splendent then the rest A golden doun about her dainty neck Her brest deep purple and a scarlet back Her description Her wings and train of fethers mixed fine Of orient azure and incarnadine He did appoint her Fate to be her Pheer And Deaths cold kisses to restore her heer Her life again which neuer shall expire Her life Vntill as shee the World consume in fire For hauing passed vnder diuers Climes A thousand Winters and a thousand Primes Worn-out with yeers wishing her end-less end To shining flames she doth her life commend Dies to reviue and goes into her Graue To rise again more beautifull and braue Perched therfore vpon a branch of Palm With Incense Cassia Spiknard Myrrh and Balm By break of Day shee builds in narrow room Her Vrn her nest her Cradle and her Toomb Where while she sits all gladly-sad expecting Som flame against her fragrant heap reflecting To burn her sacred bones to seed-full cinders Wherein her age but not her life she renders Her death The Phrygian Skinker with his lauish Ewer Drowns not the Fields with shower after showr The shivering Coach-man with his Icy Snowe Dares not the Forrests of Phoenicia strowe Auster presumes not Libyan shoars to pass With his moist wings and gray-beard Boreas As the most boistrous and rebellious slaue Is prisoned close in th' Hyper-Borean Caue For Nature now propitious to her End To her living Death a helping hand doth lend And stopping all those Mouths doth mildely sted Her funeralls her fruitfull birth and bed And Sol himself glauncing his golden eyes On th' odoriferous Couch wherein she lies Kindles the spice and by degrees consumes Th' immortall Phoenix both her flesh and plumes But instantly out of her ashes springs A Worm an Egg then then a bird with wings Her re-generation Iust like the first rather the same indeed Which re-ingendred of it'sselfly seed By noblely dying a new Date begins And where she loseth there her life she wins End-less by'r End eternall by her Toomb While by a prosperous Death she doth becom Among the cinders of her sacred Fire Her own selfs Heir Nurse Nurseling Dam and Sire Teaching vs all in Adam heer to dy The best application That we in Christ may liue eternally The Phoenix cutting th' vnfrequented Air Birds that follow the Phoenix and their natures Forth-with is followed by a thousand pair Of wings in th' instant by th' Almighty wrought With divers Size Colour and Motion fraught The sent-strong Swallow sweepeth to and fro The Swallow As swift as shafts fly from a Turkish Bowe When vse and Art and strength confedered The skilfull Archer draws them to the head Flying she sings and singing seeketh where She more with cunning then with cost may rear Her round-front Palace in a place secure Whose Plot may serue in rarest Arch'tecture Her little beak she loads with brittle straws Her wings with Water and with Earth her claws Whereof she Morter makes and there-with-all Aptly she builds her semi-circle Wall The pretty Lark climbing the Welkin cleer The Lark Chaunts with a cheer Heer peer-I neer my Deer Then stooping thence seeming her fall to rew Adieu she sayth adieu deer Deer adieu The Spink the Linot and the Gold-Finch fill The Linot The Finch All the fresh Aire with their sweet warbles shrill But all This 's nothing to the Nightingale The Nightingale Breathing so sweetly from a brest so small So many Tunes whose Harmony excells Our Voice our Violls and all Musick els Good Lord how oft in a green Oken Grove In the cool shadow haue I stood and strove To marry mine immortall Layes to theirs Rapt with delight of their delicious Aâ—ers And yet methinks in a thick thorn I hear A Nightingale to warble sweetly-cleer One while she bears the Base anon the Tenor Anon the Trebble then the Counter-Tenor Then all at once as it were chalenging The rarest voyces with her self to sing Thence thirty steps amid the leafie Sprayes Another Nightingale repeats her Layes Iust Note for Note and adds som Strain atlast That she had conned all the Winter past The first replyes and descants there-vpon With divine warbles of Division Redoubling Quavers And so turn by turn Alternatly they sing away the Morn So that the Conquest in this curious strife â—oth often cost the one her voice and life Then the glad Victor all the rest admire And after count her Mistress of the Quire At break of Day in a Delicious song She sets the Gam-vt to a hundred young And when as fit for higher Tunes she sees-them Then learnedly she harder Lessons gives-them Which strain by strain they studiously recite And follow all their Mistress Rules aright The Colchian Pheasant and the Partridge rare Diuers other delicate and gentle Birds The lustfull Sparrow and the fruitfull Stare The chattering Pye the chastest Turtle-Doue The grizel Quoist the Thrush that Grapes doth love The little Gnat-snap worthy Princes Boords And the green Parrat fainer of our words Wait on the Phoenix and
swouns and many others Eternall fellows of all future mothers Vnder his yoak thy husband thee shall haue Tyrant by thee made the Arch-tyrants slaue Against Man And thou disloyall which hast harkned more To a wanton fondling then my sacred lore Hence forth the sweat shall bubble on thy brow Thy hands shall blister and thy back shall bow Ne'r shalt thousend into thy branchievains A bit but bought with price of thousand pains For the earth feeling euen in her th' effect Of the doom thundred 'gainst thy foul defect In stead of sweet fruits which she selfly yeelds Seed-less and Art-less ouer all thy fields With thorns and burrs shall bristle vp her brest In short thou shalt not taste the sweets of rest Till ruth-less Death by his extreamest pain Thy dust-born body turn to dust again Heer I conceiue that flesh and bloud will brangle Obiection to excuse the Sinne of Man And murmuring Reason with th' almighty wrangle Who did our parents with Free-will indue 1. Though he fore-saw that that would be the clew Should lead their steps into the wofull way Where life is death ten thousand times a day Now all that he fore-sees befalls and further Hee all euents by his free powr doth order Man taxeth God of too-vniust severity For plaguing Adams sin in his posterity So that th' old yeers renewed generations Cannot asswage his venging indignations Which haue no other ground to prosecute But the mis eating of a certain fruit O dusty wormling dar'st thou striue and stand Answeres to the first obiection With Heav'ns high Monarch wilt thou wretch demand Count of his deeds Ah! shall the Potter make 1. His clay such fashion as him list to take And shal not God Worlds Founder Natures Father Dispose of man his own meer creature rather The supream King who Iudge of greatest Kings By number weight and measure acts all things Vice-loathing Lord pure Iustice patron strong Law 's life Right 's rule will he doo any wrong Man holdest thou of God thy frank Free-will 2. But free t' obay his sacred goodnes still Freely to follow him and doe his hest Net Philtre-charm'd nor by Busiris prest God arms thee with discourse but thou O wretch By the keen edge the wound-soule sword doost catch Killing thy self and in thy loyns thy line O banefull Spider weaving wofull twine All Heav'ns pure flowrs thou turnest into poyson Thy sense reaues sense thy reason robs thy reason For thou complainest of Gods grace whose Still Extracts from dross of thine audacious ill 3. Three vnexpected goods prayse for his Name Bliss for thy self for Satan endless-shame Sith but for sin Iustice and Mercy were But idle names and but that thou didst erre CHRIST had not com to conquer and to quell Vpon the Cross Sin Satan Death and Hell Making thee blessed more since thine offence Then in thy primer happy innocence Thē might'st thou dy now death thou doost not doubt Now in the Heav'n then didst thou ride without In earth thou liv'dst then now in Heav'n thou beest Then thou didst hear Gods word it now thou seest Then pleasant fruits now Christ is thy repast Then might'st thou fall but now thou standest fast Now Adams fault was not in deed so light As seems to Reason's sin-bleard Owlie sight But 't was a chain where all the greatest sinns Were one in other linked fast as Twinns Ingratitude pride treason gluttony Too-curious skill-thrist enuy felony Too-light too-late beleef were the sweet baits That made him wander from Heav'ns holy straights What wouldst thou Father say vnto a Son Of perfect age to whom for portion Witting and willing while thy self yet livest All thy possessions in the earth thou givest And yet th' vngratefull grace-lesse insolent In thine own Land rebellion doth invent Map now an Adam in thy memory By Gods own hand made with great maiesty Not poor nor pined but at whose command The rich aboundance of the world doth stand Not slaue to sense but having freely might To bridle it and range it still aright No idiot fool nor drunk with vain opinion But Gods Disciple and his deerest Minion Who rashly growes for little nay for nought His deadly foe that all his good had wrought So mayst thou ghess what whip what rope what rack What fire were fit to punish Adams lack Answeres to the second obiection Then sith Mans sin by little and little runs End-less through every Age from Sires to Sons 1. And still the farther this foul sin-spring flowes It still more muddy and more filthy growes Thou ought'st not marvail if even yet his seed Feel the iust wages of this wicked deed For though the keen sting of concupiscence Cannot yer birth his fell effect commence The vnborn Babe hid in the Mothers womb Is Sorrow's seruant and Sin 's servile groom As a frail Mote from the first Mass extract Which Adam baen'd by his rebellious fact Sound off-spring coms not of a Kinde infected Parts are not fair if to tall be defected And a defiled stinking sink doth yeeld More durt then water to the neighbour field While nights black muffler hoodeth vp the skies 2. The silly blind-man misseth not his eys Simile But when the day summons to work again His night eternall then he doth complain That hee goes groping and his hand alas Is fain to guide his foot and guard his face So man that liveth in the wombs obscurity Knowes not nor maketh knowen his lusts impurity Which for't is sown in a too-plentious ground Takes root already in the Caues profound Of his infected Hart with 's birth it peers And growes in strength as he doth growe in years And waxt a Tree though proyn'd with thousand cares An execrable deadly fruit it bears Thou seest no wheat Helleborus can bring 3. Nor barly from the madding Morrell spring Simile Nor bleating Lambs braue Lyons doe not breed The leprous Parents raise a leprous seed Even so our Grand-sire living Innocent Had stockt the whole World with a Saint-descent But suffering sin in EDEN him inuade His sons the sons of Sin and Wrath he made For God did seem t'indow with glory and grace 4. Not the first Man so much as all mans race And after reaue again those gifts diuine Not him so much as in him all his line For if an odious Traytour that conspires Simile Against a Prince or to his state aspires Feel not alone the laws extremity But his sons sons although somtimes they be Honest and vertuous for their Fathers blame Are hap-less scarr'd with an eternall shame May not th' Eternall with a righteous terror In Adams issue punish Adams error May he not thrall them vnder Deaths command And sear their brows with everlasting brand Of infamy who in his stock accurst Haue graft worse slips then Adam set at first Mans seed then iustly by succession Conclusion of the former Disputations and execution of Gods Decree
is bow'd About the Waues and well content to suffer Milde Zephyrs blasts and Boreas bellowing rougher Water to quench thy thirst about thy Mountains Wraps her moist arms Seas riuers lakes and fountains O how I grieue deer Earth that given to gays Commendations of the Country-life Most of best wits contemn thee now-a-days And noblest hearts proudly abandon quight Study of Hearbs and Country-lifes delight To brutest men to men of no regard Whose wits are Lead whose bodies Iron-hard Such were not yerst the reuerend Patriarks Whose prayse is penned by the sacred Clarks Noah the iust meek Moses Abraham Who Father of the Faithfull Race becam Were Shepheards all or Husbandmen at least And in the Fields passed their Dayes the best Such were not yerst Attalus Philemetor Archelaus Hiero and many a Pretor Great Kings Consuls who haue oft for blades And glistering Scepters handled hooks and spades Such were not yerst Cincinnatus Fabricius Serranus Curius who vn-self-delicious With Crowned Coultars with Imperiall hands With Ploughs triumphant plough'd the Roman lands Great Scipio sated with fain'd curtsie-capping With Court Eclipses and the tedious gaping Of golden beggers and that Emperour Of Slave turn'd King of King turnd Labourer In Country Granges did their age confine And ordered there with as good Discipline The Fields of Corn as Fields of Combat first And Ranks of Trees as Ranks of Souldiers yerst O thrice thrice happy He who shunns the cares Of City-troubles and of State-affairs And seruing Ceres Tills with his own Teem His own Free-land left by his Friends to him Never pale Enuie's poysonie heads doo hiss To gnaw his heart nor Vultur Auarice Free from enuy ambition auarice and consequently from the diuelish practises of MachiauiliaÌ„ Politikes His Field's bounds bound his thoughts he never supps For Nectar poyson mixtin silver Cups Neither in golden Platters doth he lick For sweet Ambrosia deadly Arsenick His hand 's his boaul better then Plate or Glass The siluer Brook his sweetest Hypocrasse Milk Cheese and Fruit fruits of his own endeuour Drest without dressing hath he ready ever False Counsailours Concealers of the Law Not vâ—xed with counterfait wrestings of wrangling Laywers Turn-coat Attourneys that with both hands draw Sly Peti-Foggers Wranglers at the Bar Proud Purse-Leaches Harpies of Westminster With fained chiding and foul iarring noyse Break not his brain nor interrupt his ioyes But cheerfull Birds chirping him sweet Good-morrows With Natures Musick doo beguile his sorrows Teaching the fragrant Forrests day by day The Diapason of their Heav'nly Lay. His wandring Vessell reeling to and fro Not dreading shipwracke nor in danger of Pirates On th' irefull Ocean as the Windes doo blowe With sodain Tempest is not ouer-whurld To seek his sad death in another World But leading all his life at home in Peace Alwaies in sight of his own smoak no Seas No other Seas he knowes nor other Torrent Then that which waters with his siluer Corrent His Natiue Medowes and that very Earth Shall giue him Buriall which first gaue him Birth To summon timely sleep he doth not need Not diseased in body through delicious Idlenes Aethyop's cold Rush nor drowsy Poppy-seed Nor keep in consort as Mecaenas did Luxurious Villains Viols I should haue sayd But on green Carpets thrumd with mossy Beuer Frendging the round skirts of his winding Riuer The streams milde murmur as it gently gushes His healthy limbs in quiet slumber hushes Drum Fife and Trumpet with their loud A-larms Not drawen by factions to an vntimely Death Make him not start out of his sleep to Arms Nor deer respect of som great Generall Him from his bed vnto the block doth call The crested Cock sings Hunt is vp to him Limits his rest and makes him stir betime To walk the Mountains or the flowry Meads Impearld with tears that sweet Aurora sheads Never gross Aire poysond in stinking Streets Not choaked with contagion of a corrupted Aire To choak his spirit his tender nostrill meets But th' open Sky where at full breath he liues Still keeps him sound and still new stomack giues And Death drad Seriant of th' eternall Iudge Coms very late to his sole seated Lodge His wretched yeers in Princes Courts he spends not Nor Chamelâ—â—like changing with euery obiect the colour of his conscience His thralled will on Great mens wils depends not He changing Master doth not change at once His Faith Religion and his God renounce With mercenary lies hee doth not chaunt Praysing an Emmet for an Elephant Nor soothing Sin nor licking the Tayl of Greatnesse Sardanapalus drown'd in soft excess For a triumphant vertuous Hercules Thersites foul for Venus louely Loue And every Changeling for a Turtle-Doue Nor lavishes in his lascivious layes On wanton Flora chaste Alcestes prayse But all self-priuate serving God he writes Fear-less and sings but what his heart in dites No sallow Fear doth day or night afflict-him Vnto no fraud doth night or day addict-him Neither prest with Fear nor plotting Fraud Or if he muse on guile 't is but to get Beast Bird or Fish in toil or snare or net What though his Wardrobe be not stately stuft With sumptuous silks pinked and powne't and puft With gold-ground Velvets and with siluer Tissue And all the glory of old Eues proud Issue What though his feeble Cofers be not cramd With Misers Idols golden Ingotsramd He is warm-wrapped in his own-growen Wooll Of vn-bought Wines his Cellar 's everfull His Garner's stor'd with grain his Ground with flocks His Barns with Fodder with sweet streams his Rocks For heer I sing the happy Rustiks weal Whose handsom house seems as a Common-weal And not the needy hard rack-rented Hinde Or Copy-holder whom hard Lords doo grinde The pined Fisher or poor-Daiery-Renter That liues of whay for forfeiting Indenture Who scarce haue bread within their homely Cotes Except by fits to feed their hungry throats Let me good Lord among the Great vn-kend My rest of daies in the calm Countrey end Let me deserue of my deer AEGLE-Brood For Windsor Forrest walks in Almes-wood Bee Hadley Pond my Sea Lambs-bourn my Thames Lambourn my London Kennet's siluer streams My fruitfull Nile my Singers and Musicians The pleasant Birds with warbling repetitions My company pure thoughts to work thy will My Court a Cottage on a lowely Hill Where without let I may so sing thy Name That times to-com may wonder at the same Or if the new North-star my Souerain IAMES The secret vertue of whose sacred beams Attracts th' attentiue seruice of all such Whose mindes did euer Vertue 's Load-stone touch Shall euer daign t' inuite mine humble Fate T'approoch the Presence of his Royall State Or if my Duty or the Grace of Nobles Shall driue or draw me neer their pleasing-Troubles Let not their Fauours make me drunk with folly In their Commands still keep my Conscience holy Let me true Honour not the false delight And play the
therfore He lodgeth safe for finding on the shoar Som handsom shell whose Natiue Lord of late Was dispossessed by the Doom of Fate Therein he enters and he takes possession Of th' empty Harbour by the free concession Of Natures Law who Goods that Owner want Alwaies allots to the first Occupant In this new Cace or in this Cradle rather He spends his Youth then growing both together In age and Wit he gets a wider Cell Wherin at Sea his later Daies to dwell But Clio wherefore art thou teadious In numbering Neptunes busie Burgers thus If in his Works thou wilt admire the worth Of the Seas Soverain bring but only forth One little Fish whose admirable Story The strange and secret property of the Remora or Stop-ship Sufficeth sole to shewe his might and glory Let all the Windes in one Winde gather them And seconded with Neptunes strongest stream Let all at once blowe all their stiffest gales A-stern a Galley vnder all her sails Let her be holpen with a hundred Owers Each lively handled by fiue lusty Rowers The Remora fixing her feeble horn Into the tempest-beaten Vessels stern Stayes her stone-still while all her stout Consorts Sail thence at pleasure to their wished Ports Then loose they all the sheats but to no boot For the charm'd Vessell bougeth not a foot No more then if then if three fadom vnder ground A score of Anchors held her fastly bound No more then doth an Oak that in the Wood Hath thousand Tempests thousand times with stood Spreading as many massy roots belowe As mighty arms aboue the ground do growe O Stop-ship say say how thou canst oppose Thy self alone against so many foes O! tell vs where thou doo'st thine Anchors hide Whence thou resistest Sayls Owers Wind and Tide How on the so dain canst thou curb so short A Ship whom all the Elements transport Whence is thine Engin and thy secret force That frustrates Engins and all force doth force I had in Harbour heav'd mine Anchor o're And ev'n already set one foot a-shoar Dolphin When lo the Dolphin beating gainst the bank 'Gan mine obliuion moodily mis-thank Peace Princely Swimmer sacred Fish content-thee For for thy praise th' end of this Song I meant-thee Braue Admirall of the broad briny Regions Triumphant Tamer of the scaly Legions Who liuing ever liv'st for neuer sleep Deaths liuely Image in thy eyes doth creep Louer of Ships of Men of Melody Thou vp and down through the moyst World doest ply Swift as a shaft whose Salt thou louest so That lacking that thy life thou doest forgo Thou gentle Fish wert th' happy Boat of yore Which safely brought th' Amiclean Harp a-shoar Arion match-less for his Musiks skill Among the Latines hauing gain'd his fill The strange aduenture of Ariō saued by a Dolphin Of gold and glory and exceeding fain To re-salute his learned Greece again Vnwares imbarks him in a Pyrates ship Who loath to let so good a Booty slip Soon waighes his Anchors packs on all his fail And Windes conspiring with a prosperous gale His winged Fregat made so speedy-sight Tarentum Towers were quickly out of fight And all saue Skies and Seas on euery side Where th' onely Compass is the Pylots guide The Saylours then whom many times we finde Falser then Seas and fiercer then the Winde Fall straight to strip him ryfling at their pleasure In euery corner to finde out his treasure And hauing found it all with one accord Hoist th' Owner vp to heaue him ouer-boord Who weeping said O Nereus noble issue Not to restore my little gold I wish you For my chief Treasure in my Musick lyes And all Apollo's sacred Pupils prize The holy Virgins of Parnassus so That vnder-foot all worldly wealth they throwe No braue Triumphers ouer Winde and Waue Who in both Worlds your habitation haue Who both Heav'ns Hooks in your aduentures view 'T is not for That with broken sighes I sue I but beseech you offer no impieties Vnto a person deer vnto the Deities So may Messenian Sirens for your sake Be euer mute when you your voyage make And Tritons Trumpet th' angry Surges swage When iustly Neptune shall against you rage But if alas cannot this obtain As my faint eye reads in your frowns too plain Suffer at least to my sad dying voice My dolefull fingers to consort their noise That so the Sea-Nimphs rapt in admiration Of my diuine sweet sacred lamentation Dragging my corps to shoar with weeping showrs May deaw the same and it entoomb in flowrs Then play said they and giue vs both together Treasure and pleasure by thy comming hither His sweetest strokes then sad Arion lent Th' inchanting sinnews of his Instrument Wherewith he charm'd the raging Ocean so That crook tooth'd Lampreys and the Congers rowe Friendly together and their natiue hate The Pike and Mullet for the time forgate And Lobstars floated fear-less all the while Among the Polyps prone to theft and guile But among all the Fishes that did throng To daunce the Measures of his Mournfull song There was a Dolphin did the best accord His nimble Motions to the trembling Chord Who gently sliding neer the Pinnass side Seem'd to inuite him on his back to ride By this time twice the Saylours had essayd To heaue him o're yet twice himself he staied And now the third time stroue they him to cast Yet by the shrowds the third time held he fast But lastly seeing Pyrats past remorse And him too-feeble to withstand their force The trembling Dolphins shoulders he bestrid Who on the Oceans azure surges slid So that far-off his charge so cheered him One would haue thought him rather fly then swim Yet fears he euery shelf and euery Surge Not for himself but for his tender charge And sloaping swiftly ouerthwart those Seas Not for his owne but for his Riders ease Makes double haste to finde som happy strand Where his sweet Phoebus he may safely land Mean-while Arion with his Musick rare Paies his deer Pylot his delighfull fare And heauing eyes to Hea'vn the Hav'n of Pity To his sweet Harp he tunes this sacred Ditty O thou Almightie who Mankinde to wrack Of thousand Seas didst whilom one Sea make And yet didst saue from th' vniuersall Doom One sacred Houshold that in time to com From Age to Age should sing thy glorious praise Look down O Lord from thy supernall rayes Look look alas vpon a wretched man Half Toomb'd already in the Ocean O! bee my Steers-man and vouch safe to guide The stern-les Boat and bit-less Horse I ride So that escaping Windes and Waters wrath I once again may tread my natiue path And hence-forth heer with solemn vowes I sacre Vnto thy glory O my God and Maker For this great fauour 's high Memoriall My heart and Art my voyce hand Harp and all Here-with the Seas their roaring rage refrain The Clowdy Welkin waxed cleer again And all the Windes did so dainly conuert Their mouths to
relents stopt worthily By the pains horror and sins tyranny But one day drawing with dissembled loue His harm-less brother far into a Groue Vpon the verdure of whose virgin-boughs Bird had not pearcht nor neuer beast did brouz With both his hands he takes a stone so huge That in our age three men could hardly bouge And iust vpon his tender brothers crown With all his might he cruell casts it down The murdred face lies printed in the mud And lowd for vengeance cries the martyr'd blood The battered brains fly in the murd'rers face The Sun to shun this Tragike sight a-pace Turns back his Teem th' amazed Parrsâ—ide Doth all the Furies scourging whips abide Externall terrors and th' internall Worm A thousand kindes of liuing deaths doe form All day he hides him wanders all the night Flies his owne friends of his owne shade affright Scarr'd with a leaf and starting at a Sparrow And all the World seems for his fear too-narrow By reason of the multiplying of Mankinde the Children of Adam begin to build houses for their commodity and retreat But for his Children born by three and three Produce him Nephews that still multiply With new increase who yer their age be rise Becom great-Grand-sires in their Grand-sires life Staying at length he chose him out a dwelling For woods and floods and ayr and soyl excelling One fels down Firs another of the same With crossed poles a little Lodge doth frame Another mounds it with dry walls about And leaues a breach for passage in and out With Turf and Furse som others yet more grosse Their homely Sties in stead of walls inclose Som like the Swallow mud and hay do mix And that about their silly Cotes they fix Som make their Roofs with fearn or reeds or rushes And som with hides with oase with boughs and bushes Hee that still fearfull seeketh still defence Cain thinking to finde sum quiet for the tempests of his conscience begins to fortifie and builds a Towne Shortly this Hamlet to a Towne augments For with keen Coultar hauing bounded witty The four-faç't Rampire of his simple Citty With stones soon gathered on the neighbour strand And clayie morter ready there at hand Well trode and tempered he immures his Fort A stately Towr erecting on the Port Which awes his owne and threats his enemies Securing som-what his pale tyrannies O Tigre think'st thou hellish fratricide Because with stone-heaps thou art fortifi'd Prince of som Peasants trained in thy tillage And silly Kingling of a simple Village Think'st thou to scape the storm of vengeance dread That hangs already o'r thy hatefull head No wert thou wretch incamped at thy will On strongest top of any steepest Hill Wert thou immur'd in triple brazen Wall Hauing for aid all Creatures in this All If skin and heart of steel and yron were Thy pain thou could'st not less auoid thy fear Which chils thy bones and runs through all thy vains Racking thy soule with twenty thousand pains Kain as they say by this deep fear disturbed Supposeth to secure himselfe by the strength and swiftnes of a Horse which hee begins to tame Then first of all th' vntamed Courser curbed That while about on others feet he run With dusty speed he might his Deaths-man shun Among a hundred braue light lusty Horses With curious ey marking their comly forces He chooseth one for his industrious proof Description of a gallant Horse With round high hollow smooth brown ietty hoof With Pasterns short vpright but yet in mean Drie sinnewie shanks strong flesh-less knees and lean With Hart-like legs broad brest and large behinde With body large smooth flanks and double-chin'd A crested neck bowd like a half-bent Bowe Whereon along thin curled mane doth flowe A firm full tail touching the lowely ground With dock between two fair fat buttocks drownd A pricked ear that rests as little space As his light foot a lean bare bony face Thin joule and head but of a middling size Full liuely-flaming quickly rowling eys Great foaming mouth hot-fuming nosthrill wide Of Chest-nut haiâ— his fore-head starryfi'd Three milky feet a feather on his brest Whom seav'n-years-old at the next grass he ghest This goodly Iennet gently first he wins The manner how to back to break make a good Horse And then to back him actiuely begins Steady and straight he sits turning his sight Still to the fore-part of his Palfrey light The chafed Horse such thrall ill-suffering Begins to snuff and snort and leap and fling And flying swift his fearefull Rider makes Like som vnskilfull Lad that vnder-takes To hold som ships helm while the head-long Tyde Simile Carries away the Vessell and her Guide Who neer deuoured in the iaws of Death Pale fearefull shivering faint and out of breath A thousand times with Heav'n erected eys Repents him of so bold an enterprise But sitting fast less hurt then feared Cain Boldnes himself and his braue Beast again Brings him to pase from pasing to the trot From trot to gallop after runs him hot In full career and at his courage smiles And sitting still to run so many miles The ready speed of a swift Horse presented to the Reader in a pleasant and liuely description His pase is fair and free his trot as light As Tigres course as Swallows nimble flight And his braue gallop seems as swift to goe As Biscan Darts or shafts from Russian bowe But roaring Canon from his smoaking throat Neuer so speedy spews the thundring shot That in an Army mowes whole squadrons down And batters Bulwarks of a summon'd Town As this light Horse scuds if he doe but feel His bridle slack and in his side the heel Shunning himself his sinewie strength he stretches Flying the earth the flying ayr he catches Born whirl-wind-like he makes the trampled ground Shrink vnder him and shake with doubling sound And when the sight no more pursue him may In fieldy clouds hee vanisheth away The wise-waxt Rider not esteeming best To take too-much now of his lusty Beast Good Horsemanship Restrains his fury then with learned wand The triple Coruet makes him vnderstand With skilfull voice he gently cheers his pride And on his neck his flattering palm doth slide He stops him steady still new breath to take And in the same path brings him softly back But th' angry Steed rising and reaning proudly Striking the stones stamping and neighing loudly The CountenaÌ„ce Pride aud Port of a couragious Horse when he is chased Calls for the Combat plunges leaps and praunces Befoams the path with sparkling eys he glaunces Champs on his burnisht bit and gloriously His nimble fetlocks lifteth belly-high All side long iaunts on either side he iustles And 's wauing Crest courageously he bristles Making the gazers glad on euery side To giue more room vnto his portly Pride Cain gently stroakes him and now sure in seat The Dexteritie of a skilfull Rider Ambitiously seeks still som fresher
Botangas Benin Cephal Guaguametre Hot Concritan too-full of poysony matter North-ward with narrow Mid'terranean Sea Which from rich Europe parts poor Africa Towards where Titans Euening splendor sank With Seas of Fez Cape-verde and Cape-blanc And toward where Phoebus doth each morning wake With Adel Ocean and the Crimsin Lake And further all that lies between the steep Mount Libanus and the Arabian Deep Between th' Erythrean Sea and Persian Sine He mighty Prince to 's Afrik State doth ioine His Darling Canaan doth nigh Iordan dwell One-day ordain'd to harbour Israel Pheud peopled Lybia Mizraim Egypt mann'd And 's first-born Chus the Aethyopian strand Iapheth extends from struggling Hellespont To Iapheth the North West The Tane and Euxin Sea to th' double Mount Of famous Gibraltar and that deep Main Whose tumbling billows bathe the shoars of Spayn And from those Seas where in the steed of Keels Of winged Ships they roule their Chariot wheels To the Marsilian Morean and Thyrrhenian Ligurian Seas and learned Sea Athenian Iust opposite to Asia rich in spice Pride of the World and second Paradise And that large Country stretcht from Amana To Tanais shoars and to the source of Rha. Forth of his Gomers loigns they say sprung all The war-like Nations scattered ouer Gaul And Germans too yerst called Gomerits From Tubal Spaniards and from Magog Scythes From Madai Medes from Mesech Mazacans From Iauan Greeks from Thyras Thracians Heer if I list or lov'd I rouer-shooting According to his accustomed modesty distrâ—tion the Poet chuseth rather Silence then to Speake vncertain ly of things vnknowne Or would I follow the vncertain footing Of false Berosus and such fond Deluders Their zealous Readers insolent Illuders I could deriue the lineal Descents Of all our Sires and name you euery Prince Of euery Prouince in his time and place Successiuely through-out his Ancient Race Yea sing the Worlds so diuers populations And of least Cities showe the first Foundations But neuer will I so my sails abandon To euery blast and rowing so at randon Without the bright light of that glorious Star Which shines ' boue all the Heav'ns venter so far On th' vnknowne surges of so vast a Sea So full of Rocks and dangers euery way Hauing no Pylot saue som brain-sick Wrighters Which coyn Kings names vain fabulous Indighters Of their own fancies who affecting glory Vpon a Flyes foot build a goodly story Som words allusion is no certain ground Whereon a lasting Monument to Found Reasons why the Search of such Antiquities is so obscure Sith fairest Riuers Mountains strangely steep And largest Seas neuer so vast and deep Though self-eternall resting still the same Through sundry chances often change their name Sith it befalls not alwaies that his seed Who builds a Town doth in the same succeed And to conclude sith vnder Heav'n no Race Perpetually possesseth any place But as all Tenants at the High Lords will We hold a Field a Forrest or a Hill And as when winde the angry Ocean moues Waue hunteth waue and billow billow shoues So do all Nations iustle each the other And so one People doth pursue another And scarce the second hath a first vn-housed Before a third him thence again haue rowsed Famous examples to this purpose Of the ancient Britains So th' ancient Britain by the Saxons chaç't From 's natiue Albion soon the Gauls displaç't From Armorik and then victoriously After his name surnam'd that Britannie So when the Lombard had surrendered Of the Lombbards Fair double-named Isters flowrie-bed To skar-faç't Hunnes he hunteth furiously The rest of Gauls from wealthy Insubrie Which after fell in French-mens hands again Won by the sword of Worthy Charlemain Of the Alains Goths and Vandals So th' Alain and North Vandal beaten both From Corduba and Seuil by the Goth Seiz'd Carthage straight which after-ward they lost To wise Iustinians valiant Roman Hoast And Romans since ioyn'd with the barbarous troop Of curled Moors vnto th' Arabians stoop The causes of such Transmigrations The sacrilegious greedy appetite Of Gold and Scepters glistering glorious bright The thirst of Vengeance and that puffing breath Of eluish Honour built on blood and death On desolation rapes and robberies Flames ruins wracks and brutish butcheries Vn-bound all Countries making war-like Nations Through euery Clymat seek new habitations I speak not heer of those Alarbian Rouers Numidian Shepheards or Tartarian Drouers Who shifting pastures for their store of Cattle Do heer and there their hayrie Tents imbattle Like the black swarms of Swallows swiftly-light Which twice a-yeer cross with their nimble-flight The Pine-plough'd Sea and pleas'd with purest ayr Seek euery Season for a fresh repair But other Nations fierce who far and nigh With their own bloods-price purchas 't Victory Who better knowing how to win then wield Conquer then keep to batter then to build And brauely choosing rather War then Peace Haue ouer-spread the World by Land and Seas Such was the Lombard who in Schonland nurst The originall remoues voyages conquests of the Lombards On Rugeland and Liuonia seized first Then hauing well reueng'd on the Bulgarian The death of Agilmont the bold Barbarian Surpriseth Poland thence anon he presses In Rhines fair streams to rense his Amber tresses Thence turning back he seats him in Moraâ—ia After at Buda thence hee postes to Pauia There raigns 200. yeares tryumphing so That royall Tesin might compare with Po. Such was the Goth who whilom issuing forth Of the Goths From the cold frozen Ilands of the North Incampt by Vistula but th' ayr almost Being there as cold as on the Baltick Coast He with victorious arms Sclauonia gains The Transyluanian and Valacchian Plains Thence plyes to Thracia and then leauing Greeks Greedie of spoyl foure times he brauely seeks To snatch from Rome then Mars his Minion The Palms which she o're all the World had won Guided by Rhadaguise and Alaric And Vidimarius and Theodoric Then coms to Gaul and thence repul'st his Legions Rest euer since vpon the Spanish Regions Such th' antik Gaul who rouing every way Of the ancient Gaules As far as Phoebus darts his golden ray Seiz'd Italy the Worlds proud Mistress sackt Which rather Mars then Romulus compackt Then pill'd Panonia then with conquering ploughs He furrows-vp cold Strymons slymy slows Wastes Macedonia and inclin'd to fleece Spares not to spoyl the greatest Gods of Greece Then cloyd with Europ th' Hellespont he past And there Mount Ida's neighbour world did waste Spoyleth Pisidia Mysia doth inthrall And midst of Asia plants another Gaul Most famous Peoples dark Antiquitie Is as a Wood where bold Temeritie Stumbles each step and learned Diligence It self intangles and blinde Ignorance Groping about in such Cimmerian nights In pits and ponds and boggs and quag-mires lights It shall suffice me therefore in this doubt He affirmeth finally that the three Sonnes of Noah peopled the World and sheweth how But as
they took And couer'd close with nights deceitfull cloak A liuely descrip tion of Sleep with his Cel Seruants furniture company In Groon-land fields is found a dungeon A thousand-fold more dark than Acheron It hath no door lest as it turns about On rusty hooks it creak too lowdly out But Silence serues for Port and Porter there A gagged Vsher that doth never wear Stif-rustling silks nor ratling chamlet sutes Nor gingling spurs nor creaking spanish boots But that he make no noyse when ere he sturs His high-day sutes are of the softest Furs At other times less-stately-service-ful Hee 's only clad in cotton shod in wool His left fore-finger ore his lips he locks With th' other beckens to the early Cocks The rushing streams and roaring Eölus Seeming though dumb to whisper softly thus Sleep silver Torrents cease sweet Chante-cleer To bid Good-morrow to the Morning heer Be still ye Windes keep in your natiue nest Let not your storms disturb this house of Rest. In midst of all this Caue so dark and deep On a still-rocking couch lies blear-ey'd Sleep Snorting alowd and with his panting breath Blowes a black fume that all envapoureth Obliuion lies hard-by her drowzy brother Who readily knowes not her self nor other Then solitary Morpheus gently rockt And nasty Sloath self-pyn'd and poorly-frockt Irresolute vnhandsom comfortless Rubbing her eyes with Poppy and doth press The yellow Night-shade and blew Gladiols iuice Wher-with her sleep-swoln heauy lids she glewes Confusedly about the silent Bed Fantastick swarms of Dreams there hovered Green red and yellow tawny black and blew Som sacred som profane som false som true Som short som long som diuelish som divine Som sad som glad but monstrous all in fine They make no noyse but right resemble may Simile Th' vnnumbred Moats which in the Sun do play When at som Cranny with his percing ey He peepeth-in som darker place to spy Thither th' Almighty with a iust intent To plague those tyrants pride his Angel sent No sooner entred but the radiant shine Of 's glistring wings and of his glorious eyn As light as Noon makes the dark House of Night The gawdy swarm of Dreams is put to flight And opening wide the sable Canapey The winged Herald summon'd Sleep away Silence dislodg'd at the first word he spake But deaf dead Sleep could not so soon awake Hee 's call'd a hundred times and tugg'd and touz'd And by the angel often rubb'd and rouz'd At length he stirs and stretching lazily His legs and arms and opening half an ey Foure or fiue times he yawns and leaning-on His Lob-like elbowe hears This Message don Great Spirits-restorer Cares-charm Chacing-grief Night-short'ning Sier Man's-Rest and Mind's Relief Vp vp sayd he dispatch thee hence in poste And with thy Poppy drench the conquering Hoste Of those prowd Kings that richly charg'd with Prey On Canaan Mountains lodge in dis-aray Th' angell in th' instant back to Heav'n-ward gon Sleep slowely harnest his dull Bears anon And in a noys-less Coach all darkly dight Takes with him Silence Drowsiness and Night Th' ayr thickning where he goes doth nod the head The Woolf in Woods lies down th' Oxe in the Mead Th' Orque vnder Water and on Beds of Down Men stretch their limbs and lay them softly down The Nightingale pearcht on the tender spring Of sweetest Haw-thorn hangs her drowsie wing The Swallow's silent and the lowdest Humber Leaning vpon the Earth now seems to slumber Th' Yew mooues no more the Aspe doth cease to shake Pines bow their heads seeming som rest to take So soon as Sleep's black wings had over-spread The Pagan Hoast the Souldiers haste to bed For instantly begin they all to wink To hang their heads and let their weapons sink Their words half-spoke are lost between their lips Through all their veins Sleep's charming humor slips Which to a deep and death like Letharge brings Both Heathen Souldiers and their Heathen Kings Abram perceiving now the Army neer Abrams oration to his little Troope By their owne Fires gan thus hir Troups to cheer Souldiers sayd he behold this happy Night Shall make amends for that dis-astrous Fight Was fought in Siddim and acquittance cry For Sodom's shame and Lot's captivity Me thinks already Uictory adorn'd With Bowes and Blades and Casks and Crowns return'd From th' Enemy on our triumphant spears Erecteth Tropheis far more rich than theirs Me thinks already on our glistering Crests The glorious Garland of the Conquest rests Our way to Vertue lyes so smooth and plain With pain-less Honour and vn-vent'red Gain This Hoast you see is not the valiant Troup That stript Gomorrha and made Segor stoop That Iordan Inde and Euphrates admire But a foul heard of Swine wallowing in myre Regard them as they are not as they were See but their sloath do not their number fear He that 's asleep is dead and he that 's dead Bites not they say what haue we then to dread Why stay we Lads already down they are Their throats be naked and their bosoms bare Their liues ly prostrat heer at our command And Fortune calls but for your helping hand Com follow me rather the Lord of Hoasts Terrour of Tyrants who through all the Coasts Of all the Earth confoundeth with a thought All worldly powr and brings mens plots to nought Com happy Troop follow with one accord Th' invincible braue Standard of the Lord. This sayd eft-soons I wot not what a grace What divine beam reflected on his face For as in March the Serpent having cast Simile His old foul skin crawls from his hole full fast Hisses and stings and stares vs in the face And gold-like glistering glides along the grass So Heav'n inspires fresh vigour in each part His blood renews his heart doth take new heart A martiall Fury in his breast there boyls His stature seems much taller then yer-whiles Youth paints his cheeks with Rose and Lilly Dies A louely Lightning sparkles in his eyes So that his gallant Port and gracefull Voice Confirms the faintest makes the sad reioyce Then on the Camp he sets where round about Abraham sets vpon the Campe of Chedorlaomer Lie mingled Carrs and Horse and Men that rout Rest seizeth all and wanting what it fed The Fire it self slept in his ashy bed Th' Hebrews the-while laid-on on back or breast Or arm or side according as their Rest To th' ground had bound them and those liues bereft The which Death's Image in an Image reft Heer one beheaded on a Trunk of Pine Pours-out at once his gore his ghost and Wine The full Helm hops and with a voyce confused Murmurs as if it his fell Fate accused Another taken by inchanting sleep Mid Pots and Cups and Flagons quaffing deep Doth at a wound given in his rattling gorge The Wine again in his owne Cup dis-gorge Another while ingeniously he plays Vpon his Lute som passing-pleasing Lays Sleep sieles his eyes vp with a gloomy
can the Steer The whistling Goad-man's guiding language hear It rain'd indeed but not such fertil rain The manner of their punishment by fire and brimstone from Heaven and the reason thereof As makes the Corn in Sommer sprout amain And all things freshed with a pleasant air To thrive and prove more lively strong and fair But in this sink of Sin this stinking Hel A rain of Salt of Fire and Brimston fel. Salt did consume the pleasant fruitfulness Which serv'd for fewel to their Wantonness Fire punished their beastly Fire within And Brimstone's stink the stench of their foul Sin So as their Sin was singular of right Their Punishment was also exquisite Heer open Flames and there yet hidden Fires Burn all to ashes sparing neither Spires Of Brick nor Stone nor Columns Gates nor Arches Nor Bowrs nor Towrs nor even their neighbour-Marches In vain the-while the People weep and cry The same most liuely represented To see their wrack and knowe no remedy For now the Flame in richest Roofs begun From molten gutters scalding Lead doth run The Slats and Tyles about their ears do split The burning Rafters Pitch and Rosin spit The whirling Fire re-mounteth to the Skie About the fields ten thousand sparks do flie Half-burned Houses fal with hideous fray And VVLCAN makes Mid-night as bright as Day Heaven flings-down nought but flashing Thunder-shot Th' Air 's all a-fire Earth's exhalations hot Are spewing AETNA'S that to Heaven aspire All th' Elements in brief are turn'd to fire Heer one perceiving the next Chamber burning With suddain leap towards the window turning Thinks to cry Fire but instantly the smoke And Flame with-out his with-in Voice do choke Another sooner feels then sees the Fire For while O horror in the stinking mire Of his foul Lust he lies a Lightning flash Him and his Love at-once to dust doth dash Th' abhorred Bed is burnt and they aswell Coupled in Plague as Sin are sent to Hell Another yet on tops of Houses crawls But his foot slips and down at last he falls Another feeling all his cloathes a-fire Thinking to quench them yer it should come nigher Leaps in a Lake but all the Lake began To boyl and bubble like a seething Pan Simile Or like a Chaldron that top-full of Oyl Environ'd round with fume and flame doth boyl To boyl to death som cunning counterfait That with false stamp som Princes Coyn hath beat Another seeing the City all in Cinders Himself for safety to the fields he renders But flakes of Fire from Heav'n distilling thick There th' horror of a thousand Deaths do strike Through Adamah's and Gomor's goodly Plains Sodom and Seboim not a soule remains Horse Sheep and Oxen Cows and Kids partake In this revenge for their vile Masters sake Thus hath the hand of the Omnipotent Inroll'd the Deed of their drad Punishment With Diamantin Pen on Plates of Brass With such an Ink as nothing can deface The molten Marble of these cindred Hills Asphaltis Lake and these poor mock-fruit Fields Keep the Record and cry through every Age How God detesteth such detested rage O chastisement most dradly-wonderfull Th' Heav'n-cindred Cities a broad standing Pool O're-flowes yet flowes not whose infectious breath Corrupts the Ayr and Earth dis-fertileth A Lake whose back whose belly and whose shoar Nor Bark nor Fish nor Fowl hath ever bore The pleasant Soyl that did even shame yer-while The plentious beauties of the banks of Nile Now scarr'd and collowed with his face and head Cover'd with ashes is all dri'd and dead Voyd of all force vitall or vegetive Vpon whose brest nothing can live or thrive For nought it bears save an abortiue suit Of seeming-fair false vain and fained fruit A fruit that feeds theey and fills the hand But to the stomach in no steed doth stand For even before it touch the tender lips Or Ivory teeth in empty smoak it slips So vanishing only the nose receiues A noysom savour that behinde it leaues Heer I adiure you vent'rous Trauailours Exhortation to Trauailers that haue seene to others that shall reade or heare these fearefull monuments of Gods seuere Iustice to make right vse of this fearefull Example That visit th' horror of these cursed shoars And taste the venom of these stinking streams And touch the vain fruit of these wythered stems And also you that do beholde them thus In these sad Verses pourtray'd heer by vs To tremble all and with your pearly tears To showr another Sea and that your hairs Staring vpright on your affrighted head Heave-vp your Hats and in your dismall dread To think you hear like Sulph'ry Storms to strike On our nâ—w Monsters for Offences like For the Almightie's drad all-daunting arm Not only strikes such as with Sodom swarm In these foul Sins but such as sigh or pity Sodoms destruction or so damn'd a City And cannot constant with dry eyes observe God's iudgements iust on such as such deserve LOT hies to SEGOR but his wife behinde Lots wise metamorphozed Lagged in body but much more in minde She weeps and wails O lamentable terror O impicus Pity O kind-cruell error The dire destruction of the smoking Cities Her Sons-in-Law which should haue been she pities Grieves so to leave her goods and she laments To lose her Iewels and habiliments And contrary to th' Angels Words precise Towards the Town she turns her wofull eyes But instantly turn'd to a whitely stone Her feet alas fast to the ground be growen The more she stirs she sticks the faster in As silly Bird caught in a subtil gin Simile Set by som Shepheard neer the Copses side The more it struggles is the faster ty'd And as the venom of an eating Canker Simile From flesh to flesh runs every day the ranker And never rests vntill from foot to head O're all the Body his fell poyson spread This Ice creeps-vp and ceaseth not to num Till even the marrow hard as bones becom The brain be like the seul and bloud convert To Alablaster over every part Her Pulse doth cease to beat and in the air The Windes no more can wave her scattered hair Her belly is no belly but a Quar Of Cardon Rocks and all her bowels are A pretious Salt-Mine supernaturall Such as but Salt I wot not what to call A Salt which seeming to be fall'n from Heav'n To curious Spirits hath long this Lesson given Not to presume in Divine things to pry Which seav'n-times seal'd vnder nine Locks do lie She weeps alas and as she weeps her tears Turn into Pearls fro'rn on her twinkling hairs Fain would she speak but forced to conceal In her cold throat her guilty words congeal Her mouth yet open and her arms a-cross Though dumb declare both why and how she was Thus Metamorphos'd for Heav'n did not change Her last sad gestures in her suddain Change No gorgeous Maâ—sole grac't with flattering verse Eternizeth her Trunk her House and Herse But to
much as dayly doth still newly growe This Monster wuns not in the Cel she wont Description of the Palace of Enuy. Sh' hath rear'd her Palace on the steepest Mount Whose snowy shoulders with their stony pride Eternally do Spain from France divide It hath a thousand loop-holes every-way Yet never enters there one sunny ray Or if that any chance so far to pass 'T is quickly quenched by her cloudy face At every Loop the Work-man wittily Hath plaç't a long wide hollow Trunk wher-by Prattling Renown and Fame with painted wing News from all corners of the World do bring Buzzing there-in as in a Sommer Even Simile From clefts of Medows that the Heat hath riven The Grass-hoppers seeming to fain the voyces Of little Birds chirp-out ten thousand noyses It fortun'd now that a swift-flying Fame To whom Fame reporteth Israels prosperity Which lately but from stately Memphis came Sweating and dusty and nigh breath-less fills With this Report one of hir listening Quills O curious Nymph lives there a Wit with vs Acute and quick that is not curious Most wakefull Goddess Queen of mortall hearts Consort of Honour Wealth and High-Deserts Doo'st thou not knowe that happy ISRAEL Which promiseth the Conqueror of Hell That twice-born King here-after to bring-forth Who dead shall liue again and by his Worth Wipe-out Man's Forfait and God's Law fulfill And on his Cross th' envy of Envy kill Doth even in sight abundantly increase That Heav'n and Earth conspire his happiness That seaventy Exiles with vn hallowed Frie Couer the face of all the World well-nigh And drunk with wealth waigh not thy force a iot Envie thou scest it but fore-seest it not Swolne like a Toad between her bleeding iaws â—â—â—y incenseth Pharaoh to oppresse them Her hissing Serpents wriggling tails she chaws And hasting hence in ISIS form she iets A golden vessell in one hand she gets In th' other a sweet Instrument her hood Was Peacocks feathers mixt with Southernwood A silver Crescent on her front she set And in her bosom many a fostering teat And thus disguis'd with pride and impudence She presses-in to the Bubastik Prince Who slumbring then on his vn-quiet Couch With ISRAEL's greatness was disturbed much Then she the while squinting vpon the lustre Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre And snuffing with a wrythed nofe the Amber The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the Chamber 'Gan thus to greet him Sleep'st thou sleep'st thou son And see'st thou not thy self and thine vn-don While cruell Snakes which thy kinde brest did warm Sting thee to death with their vngratefull swarm These Fugitiues these out-casts do conspire Against rich Egypt and ingrate aspire With odious Yoak of bondage to debase The noble PHARAOH's Godd's immortall Race With these last words into his brest she blowes A banefull ayr whose strength vnfeltly flowes Through all his veins and having gain'd his heart Makes Reason stoop to Sense in every part Simile So th' Aspick pale with too-right aim doth spit On his bare face that coms too-neer to it The froth that in her teeth to bane she turns A drowzy bane that inly creeps and burns So secretly that without sense of pain Scar wound or swelling soon the Partie 's slain What shall I farther say This Sorrow's-Forge This Rack of Kings Care 's fountain Courtier 's scourge Besides her sable poyson doth inspire Enuies two Twins With Hate and Fear the Princes fell desire Hence-forth therefore poor ISRAEL hath no peace Not one good day no quiet nap no ease Still still opprest Tax vpon Tax arose After Thefts Threats and after Threats com blowes Slauery of the Israelites The silly wretches are compell'd som-while To cut new Chanels for the course of Nile Somtimes som Cities ruins to repair Somtimes to build huge Castles in the air Somtimes to mount the Parian Mountains higher In those proud Towrs that after-worlds admire Those Towrs whose tops the Heav'ns have terrified Those Towrs that scuse th' audacious Titan's pride Those Towrs vain Tokens of a vast expence Tropheis of Wealth Ambition's Monuments To make with their owne sweat and blood their morter To be at-once Brick-maker Mason Porter They labour hard eat little sleeping less No sooner layd but thus their Task-lords press Villains to work what are yee growen so sloth Wee 'll make ye yeeld vs wax and hony both In brief this Tyrant with such servitude Pharao his rain policy Thought soon to waste the sacred multitude Or at the least that over-layd with woe Weakned with watching worn with toyling so They would in time becom less service-able In VENUS Battails and for breed less able Their spirits disperst their bodies over-dri'd And Cypris sap vn-duly qualified But when he saw this not succeed so well But that the Lord still prosper'd ISRAEL Inhumane he commands on bloudy Pain His cruell Edict against the male children That all their male-babes in their birth be slain And that because that charge had don no good They should be cast in CAIRO's silver Flood O Barbarism learned in Hel belowe Those that alas nor steel nor stream do knowe Must Die of steel or stream cruell Edicts That with the Infant 's bloud the Mother's mix That Childe and Mother both at once cut-off Him with the stroke her with the grief therof With two-fold tears Iews greet their Native Heav'n The day that brings them life their life hath reav'n But IOCHEEED would fain if she had durst Her deer son MOSES secretly haue nourç't Yet thinking it better her Babeforgo Than Childe and Parents both to hazard so At length she layes it forth in Rush-boat weaves-it And to God's Mercy and the Flood 's she leaves-it Though Rudder-les not Pilot-les this Boat Among the Reeds by the Floods side did float And saues from wrack the future Legislator Lighting in hands of the Kings gracious Daughter His Daughter finding Moses exposed causeth him to be Princely brought vp Who opening it findes which with ruth did strike-her A lovely Babe or little Angel liker Which with a smile seem'd to implore the ayd And gentle pity of the Royall Mayd Love and the Graces State and Maiesty Seem round about the Infants face to fly And on his head seem'd as it were to shine Presagefull rayes of som-what more diuine She takes him vp and rears him royal-like And his quick Spirit train'd in good Arts is like A wel breath'd Body nimble sound and strong 2. Similes That in the Dance-school needs not teaching long Or a good Tree set in as good a soyl Which growes a-pace without the Husband's toyl In time he puts in Practice what he knowes With curteous Mildnesse manly Courage showes H' hath nothing vulgar with great happiness In choice discourse he doth his minde express And as his Soul's-type his sweet tongue affoords His gracefull Works confirm his gracious Words His Vertues make him even the Empire 's heir So means the Prince
alas Is choakt already that it cannot pass They murmure for want of water with grievous imputation to their good Guide Through the rough Sraight◠of their dry throats they wo◠Roar-out their grief that all men hear them should O Duke no Hebrew but an Ethnick rather Is this alas the guerdon that we gather For all the service thou hast had of vs What haue we don that thou betray'st vs thus For our obedience shall we ever-more With Fear and Want be hanted at our dore O windy words O periur'd promises O gloze to gull our honest simpleness Escap't from Hunger Thirst doth cut our throat Past the Red Sea heer vp and down we float On firm-less sands of this vast Desart heer Where to and fro we wander many a year Looking for Libertie we finde not Life No neither Death the welcom end of strife Envy not vs deer Babes we envy you You happy ones whom Egypt's Tyrant slew Your Birth and Death cam hand in hand together Your end was quick nay'twas an Entry rather To end-less Life We wretches with our age Increase our Woes in this long Pilgrimage We hope no Harbour where we may take breath And Life to vs is a continuall Death You blessed liue and see th' Almighties face Our Days begin in tears in toyls they pass And end in dolours this is all we do But Death concludes tears toyls and dolours too Stif-necked People stubborn generation Moses reproues them smiteth the Rock from whence issues plenty of water Egypt doth witness in a wondrous fashion God's goodnes to thee all the Elements Expound vnto thee his Omnipotence And do'st thou murmure still and dar'st thou yet Blaspheme his promise and discredit it Said MOSES then and gaue a sodain knock With his deere Scepter on a mighty Rock From top to toe it shakes and splits with-all And wel-nigh half vnto the ground doth fall As smit with Lightning then with rapid rush Out of the stone a plentious stream doth gush Which murmurs through the Plain proud that his glass Gliding so swift so soon re-youngs the grass And to be gaz'd-on by the wanton Sun And through new paths so braue a course to run Who hath not seen far vp within the Land Simile A shoal of Geese on the dry-Sommersand In their hoarce language som-times lowely-lowd Suing for succour to som moyst-ful clowd How when the Rain descends their wings they beat With the fresh drops to cool their swelting heat Bib with their Bill bouz with their throats and suck And twenty times vnto the bottom duck Such th' Hebrews glee one stooping down doth sup The cleer quick stream another takes it vp In his bare hand another in his hat This in his busk in in a bucket that Wel fresht him-self bears som vnto his Flock This fils his pitcherful and that his Crock And other-som whose Thirst is more extream They march toward Mount Sina where God deliuereth them his LAW Like Frogs lie paddling in the crystall stream From Rephidim alongst the Desart Coast Now to Mount Sina marcheth all the Hoast Where th' everlasting GOD in glorious wonder With dreadful voyce his fearfull LAVV doth thunder To showe that His reverent Divine Decrees Wher-to all hearts should bow and bend all knees Proceed not from a Politick Pretence A wretched Kingling or a petty Prince Nymph-prompted NVMA or the Spartans Lord Or him that did Cecropian Strifes accord Nor from the mouth of any mortall man But from that King who at his pleasure can Shake Heav'n and Earth and Ayr and all ther-in That ISRAEL shall finde him if they sin As terrible with Vengeance in his hand As dreadfull now in giving the COMMAND And that the Text of that drad Testament Grav'n in two Tables for vs impotent Hath in the same a sadder load compris'd And heavier yoak then is the yoak of Christ. That that doth showe vs Sin threats wounds and kils This offers Grace Balm in our sores distils Redoubled Lightnings dazleth ' Hebrews eyes With what dredful Maiesty it was deliuered Clowd-sund'ring Thunder roars through Earth and skies Lowder and lowder it careers and cracks And stately SINA'S massie center shakes And turneth round and on his sacred top A whirling flame round like a Ball doth wrap Vnder his rocky ribs in Coombs belowe Rough-blustering BOREAS nurst with Riphean snowe And blub-checkt AVSTER puft with fumes before Met in the midst iustling for room do roar A cloak of clowds all thorough-lin'd with Thunder Muffles the Mountain both aloft and vnder On PHARAN now no shining PHARVS showes A Heav'nly Trump a shrill Tantara blowes The winged Windes the Lightning's nimble-flash The smoaking storms the whirl-fire's crackling clash And deafning Thunders with the same do sing O wondrous consort th' everlasting King His glorious Wisdom who doth giue the Law To th' Heavenly Troops and keeps them all in aw But as in Battail we can hear no more Simile Small Pistol-shot when once the Canons roar And as a Cornet soundeth cleer and rife Simile Aboue the warbling of an Alman Fife A dradder voyce yet a distincter voice Whose sound doth drown all th' other former noyse Roars in the Vale and on the sacred Hill Which thrills the ears but more the heart doth thrill Of trembling Iacob who all pale for fear From God's owne mouth these sacred words doth hear Hark Israell O Iacob hear my Law Hear it to keep it and thy self in aw I am IEHOVA I with mighty hand Brought thee from bondage out of Egypt Land ADORE ME ONLY for thy God and Lord With all thy heart in every Deed and Word MAKE THEE NONE IMAGE not of any sort The Decalogue To thy owne Works My Glory to transport VSE NOT MY NAME without respect and fear Never Blaspheme neither thy self for-swear SIX DAYS VVORK for thy food but then as I REST ON THE SEAVENTH and to my Temple hye TO THOSE that gaue thee life due REVERENCE giue If thou desire long in the Land to liue IMBRVE thou NOT THY HAND IN HVMAN BLOOD STAIN NOT anothers BED STEALE NO MAN'S GOOD BEAR NO FALSE VVITNES COVET NOT to haue Thy Neighbours Wife his Oxe his Ass his Slaue His House his Land his Cattle or his Coyn His Place or Grace or ought that is not Thine The excellency of the Law of God Eternall Tutor O Rule truely-right Of our frail life our foot-steps Lanthorn bright O Soule 's sweet Rest O byting curb of Sin Which Bad despise the Good take pleasure in Reverent EDICTS vpon Mount SINA giuen How-much-fold sense is in few words contriven How wonderfull and how exceeding-far How plain how sacred how profound you are All Nations else a thousand times for cause Haue Writ and Raç't and chopt and chang'd their Laws Except the Iews but they although their State With every Moon almost did innovate As somtimes having Kings and somtimes none In all their changes kept their Law still one
venge God's honor and Our shame acquight Who spurrd with anger but more stirrd with Zeale Shall foile this Pagan and free Izrael O! who shall being me this Wolf 's howling head That Heav'n and Earth hath so vn-hallowed What e're he be that lauish of his soule Shall with his blood wash-out this blot so foule I will innoble him and all his House He shall inioy my Daughter for his Spouse And euer shall a Deed so memorable Be with the Saints sacred and honorable â—â— Yet for the Duel no man dares appeer All wish the Prize but none will win 't so deer Big-looking Minions braue in vaunts and vows Lions in Court now in the Camp be Cows But euen the blast that cools their courage so That makes my DAVID's valiant rage to glowe My Lord saith He behold this hand shall bring Dauids offer Th' heav'n-scorning head vnto my Lord the King Alas my Lad sweet Shepheard answers Saul Thy heart is great although thy limbs be small High flie thy thoughts but wee haue need of more More stronger Toyles to take so wilde a Boare To tame Goliah needs som Demi-god Some Nimrod rather then a Shepheard-Lad Of slender growth vpon whose tender Chin The budding doun doth scarcely yet begin Keep therefore thine owne Rank and draw not thus Death on thy self dis-honor vpon vs With shame and sorrow on all Izrael Through end-les Thral dom to a Fo so fel. The faintest Harts God turns to Lions fierce His assurance To Eagles Doues Vanquisht to Vanquishers God by a Womans feeble hand sub dews Iabins Lieutenant and a Iudge of Iews God is my strength therfore O King forbear For Izrael for Thee or Mee to fear No self-presumption makes me rashly braue Assured pledge of his prowd head I haue Seest thou these arms my Lord these very arms Steeld with the strength of the great God of Arms Haue bath'd Mount Bethlem with a Lions blood These very arms beside a shady Wood Haue slain a Bear which greedy after prey Had torn and born my fattest sheep away My God is still the same this sauage Beast Which in his Fold would make a Slaughter-feast All-ready feels his furie and my force My foot al-ready tramples on his Corps With his owne sword his cursed length I lop His head al-ready on the geound doth hop The Prince beholds him as amaz'd and mute To see a mind so yong foresolute Then son saith he sith so confirmd thou art Go and Gods blessing on thy valiant hart God guide thy hand and speed thy weapon so That thou return triumphant of thy Fo. Hold take my Corslet and my Helm and Launce And to the Heav'ns thy happy Prowes aduance The faithfull Champion being furnisht thus Is like the Knight which twixt Eridanus And th' heav'nly Star-Ship marching brauely-bright Hauing his Club his Casque and Belt bedight With flaming studs of many a twinkling Ray Turns Winters night into a Summers day But yer that hee had half a furlong gon The massie Launce and Armour hee had on Did load him so he could not freely mooue His legs and arms as might him best behooue Euen so an Irish Hobby light and quick Simile Which on the spur ouer the bogs they prick In highest speed If on his back he feel Too-sad a Saddle plated all with steel Too-hard a Bit with in his mouth behind Crooper and Trappings him too-close to binde He seems as lame he flings and will not go Or if he stir it is but stiff and slowe DAVID therefore lays-by his heauie load And on the grace of the great glorious GOD Who by the weakest can the strongest stoop Hee firmly founding his victorious hope No Arrows seeks nor other Arcenall But by the Brooke that runnes amid the Vale Hee takes fiue Pebbles and his Sling and so Courageously incounters with his Foe What Combat's this On the one side I see A moouing Rocke whose looks do terrifie Euen his owne Hoast wbose march doth seem to make The Mountaine tops of Sucoth euen to shake On th' other side a slender tender Boy Where grace and beautie for the prize doo play Shaue but the doun that on his Chin doth peer And one would take him for Anchises Pheer Or change but weapons with that wanton Eâ—â— And one would think that it were Cupids self Gold on his head skarâ—er in either Cheek Grace in each part and in each gest alike In all so louely both to Foe and Friend That very Enuy cannot but commend His match-les beauties and though ardent zeale Flush in his face against the Infidel Although his Fury fume though vp and down He nimblie trauerse though he fiercely frown Though in his breast boyling with manly heat His swelling heart do strongly pant and beat His Storme is Calm and from his modest eyes Euen gratious seems the grimmest flash that flies Am I a Dog thou Dwarf thou Dandiprat To be with stones repell'd and palted at Or art thou weary of thy life so soon O foolish boy fantasticall Baboone That never saw'st but sheep in all thy life Poore sotte 't is heer another kind of strife We wrastle not after your Shepheards guise For painted Sheep-hooks or such pettie Prize Or for a Cage a Lamb or bread and cheese The Vanquisht Head must be the Victors Fees Where is thy sweatie dust thy sun-burnt scars The glorious marks of Soldier strain'd in Warres That make thee dare so much O Lady-Cow Thou shalt no more be-star thy wanton brow With thine eyes rayes Thy Mistress shall no more Curl the quaint Tresses of thy Golden ore I 'll trample on that Gold and Crowes and Pyes Shall peck the pride of those sweet-smiling eyes Yet no my guirle-boy no I will not file My feared hands with blood so faintly-vile Go seek thy match thou shalt not dy by me Thine honor shall not my dishonor be No silly Lad no wert thou of the Gods I would not fight at so vn-knightly ods Come barking Curre the Hebrew taunts him thus That hast blasphem'd the God of Gods and vs The ods is mine villain I scorne thy Boasts I haue for Aide th' almighty Lord of Hoasts Th' Ethnik's a-fier and from his goggle eyes All drunk with rage and blood the Lightning flies Out of his beuer like a Boare he foames A hellish Fury in his bosom roames As mad he marcheth with a dreadfull pase Death and destruction muster in his face He would a-fresh blaspheam the Lord of Lords With new despights but in the steed of words Simile He can but gnash his teeth Then as an Oxe Straid twixt the hollow of steep Hils and Rocks Through craggie Coombs through dark ragged turnings Lowes hideously his solitary Moornings The Tyrant so from his close helmet blunders With horrid noise and this harsh voice he thunders Thy God raignes in his Ark and I on Earth I Chalenge Him Him if he dare come forth Not Thee base Pigme Villain saies the Iew That blasphemy thou
banks he gate Where for his Cooks Caters and Wayters tho From the foure windes the winged people go Thence to Sareptha where he craves the aid The Widow of Sarepta Of a poor Widow who thus mildely said Alas fain would I but God wot my store Is but of bread for one meal and no more Yet give me saith he giue me som I pray Who soweth sparing sparing reapeth ay Sure a good turn shall never guerdon want A Gift to Needlings is not given but lent T 's a Well of Wealth which doth perpetuall run A fruitfull Field which thousand yeelds for one While thus he said and staid the Widow glad The fruits of Charity Gives to him frankly all the bread she had She lost not by 't for all the Famin-while That rag'd in Tyre her little Flowr and Oyl Decreased not yet had she plenty still For her and hers to feed in time their fill At length befell fel Death to take-away Her onely Son and with her Son her Ioy She prayes her Guest and he implores his God And stretching him vpon the breath-les Lad Thus cries aloud Vouch safe me Lord this boon Restore this child's soule which it seems to-soon Thou hast bereft O! let it not be said That heer for nought I haue so ought been fed Let not my presence be each-where abhorr'd Nor Charity with thee to want Reward As a small seedling of that fruitfull Worm Simile Which of it self fine shining Sleaves doth form By the warm comfort of a Virgin brest Begins to quicken creepeth as the rest Re-spins a-fresh and in her witty loom Makes of her corps her corps a pretious Toomb This Childe no Man but Man's pale Module now With death i th bosom horror on the brow The bait of Worms the Booty of the Beer At sacred words begins his ey to rear Swimming in Death his powrs do re-assemble His spirits rewarm'd with-in his artirs tremble He fetcht a sigh then lively rysing too Talks walks and eats as he was woont to doo Fain would the Mother haue besought the Seer T' have past the rest of his colde Olde-age heer But th' holy spirit him sodain hence doth bring Vnto Samaria to th' incensed King Who rates him thus O Basilisk O Bane Art not thou He that sow'st th' Isaacian Plain With Trouble-Tares Seditious hast not thou The like Imputations in our dayes the blind Popelings and profane â—â— orldlings haue layd vpon the Gospell and the Preachers thereof Profan'd the Laws of our Fore-fathers now Broken all Orders and the Altars bann'd Of th' holy Gods Protectors of our Land Since thy fond Preaching did heer first begin More and more heavie hath Heav'ns anger bin Vpon vs all and Baal blasphem'd by thee Hath since that season never left vs free From grievous Plagues it is a Hellwe feel Our Heav'n is Brass our Earth is all of Steel No no O King if I the Truth shall tell Thou thou art he that troublest Israell Thou give me leave thou and thy Grand-sires mad After strange Gods in every Grove to gad Have left the true wise wondrous all-abroad Omnipotent victorious glorious God Such shall you proue him if you dare oppone All your Baal-Prophets against me but one Content quoth Achab then to Carmel's top The Schismik Priests were quickly called vp Vnto their Baal an Altar build they there To God the Prophet doth another rear Both have their Beasts and by their prayer must prove Whose God is GOD by Fier from Heav'n above The People's eyes and eares and mindes are bent Vpon these Maruails to observe th' euent Maruails which might well cleer the difference That had so long depended in suspence 'Twixt Israel and Iuda and direct Th' Earth how to serue Heav'ns sacred Architect As when two Buls inflamed fiercely-fell Simile Met front to front their forked arms do mell The feeble Heards of Heifers in a maze Twixt hope and fear vnfeeding stand at gaze To see the Fight and censure which do prove The valiantest that he may be their Loue. Baal's baalling Priests call and cry out for life They gash their flesh with Launcet and with knife Baals Priests They cruell make their blood to spin about As Claret wine from a pearç't Peece doth spout And madly shaking heads leggs sides and arms They howling chant these Dithyrambik charms Help help O Baal O Baal attend our cryes Baal hear vs Baal O Baal bow down thine eyes O Stratian Clarian Eleutherian Powrs Panomphaean God approve vs thine thee ours O Epicarpian O Epistatirian Phyxian Feretrian O Exacestirian Xenian Messapian O Lebradean BAAL O Assabine BAAL-SAMEN hear our Call Elijah that their bloody Rites abhord And knowes aright the seruice of the Lord T' appease his wrath he doth not scarre his skin Nor with self-wounds presume his grace to win Nor makes himself vnfitting for his function By selfly stripes as causing more compunction Nor thrild with bodkins raves in frantik-wise And in a furie seems to prophetize But offers God his heart in steed of blood His speech is sober and as milde his mood Cry loud quoth he your God is yet perchance Irâ—nia In a deep sleep or doth in Arms advance Against his Foes th' Egyptian Deïties Or is consulting how to keep the Flies From off his Altar But O Izrael Alas why yoakst thou God with Baal or Bel Alas how long thus wilt thou halt twixt either And fondly mix Darnel and Wheat together In thy Faith's Field If Baal be God indeed Then boldly serue him seek him sole at need But if blew Sea and winged Firmament Th' all-bearing Earth and Storm-breed Element Be but the least Works of th' Almighty hand Of Iacob's God If Heav'n Aire Sea and Land And all in all and all in euery one By his owne finger be sustain'd alone If he have cast those cursed Nations out Which yerst defil'd this fair fat Land about To give it thee to plant thee in their place Why him alone doost thou not ay imbrace And serue him onely in thy Soule and Heart Who in his Love brooks none to share a part The cord vn-twisted weakens and who serves Two Lords at-once to lose them both deserves Baal dead thouseest hears not his Servants call Much less can grant them their Desires at all But Iaacob's God IEHOVA ELOHIM Never deceives their hope that trust in him Hear me therefore O Lord and from above With Sacred Fire thy Soverain powr to prove Consume this Bullock and shewe by the same That thou art GOD and I thy Servant am And to thy Fold thy Churches Lap repeal Thy wandring Flock thy chosen Izrael As falls a Meteor in a Sommer Even Simile A sodain Flash coms flaming down from Heav'n Licks dry the Dikes and instantly at-once Burns all to Ashes both the Altar-stones And th' Offered Bullock and the People fall In zealous fury on the Priests of Baal And by Elijah's prayer soon obtain Rain which so often they had
tools To help our knowledge with as in all other Shools God euer cares for those that fear his name for loue And if that any such such inconvenience proue If any money need or els through ample distance Be destitute of friends he gets them for assistance The fauour of their foes whose harts he handles so How euer they intend his childrens ouerthrowe That his of what they need haue euermore inough According as he knowes to be to their behoof Now say that we consent say som that this is true But what if somwhat worse then all this worst ensue What if he be enforc't his Countrey to forsake What if continuall fits his sickly body shake What if he lose at once his wealth and reputation Repleat on euery side with euery sharp vexation Can he still keep his ioy and can he still retain Such means to profit still for all his grief and pain Concerning his content it 's alwayes all a-like Whether that euery grief particularly strike Or whether all at once he feel their vt most anger And if he be surpris'd with so extream a languor That as I sayd before the spirit it in force Through suffering of the smart that doth afflict the corps To leaue his Offices so that he cannot write Nor read nor meditate nor study nor indight It is so quickly past that in comparison Regarding so great good 't is not to think vpon For by a mighty grief our life is quickly ended Or els by remedy itself is soon amended And if it be but mean then is it born the better And so vnto the soule it is not any letter Besides we must conceiue our spirit as opprest With fainting wearines somtimes desireth rest To gather strength again during which needfull pawse We are not to be blam'd sith need the same doth cause So that the time that 's lost while such sharp pangs do pain May be suppos'd a time of taking breath again In prison to conclude a man at once may tâ—â—e All manner of extreams of earthly misery In which respect perhaps the worsesom deem of it Being as 't were the Butt that all men striue to hit But I esteem the same the perfecter for that For if one crosse alone can make vs eleuate Our groueling earth-desires from cogitations base To haue recourse to God and to implore his grace Seeking in him alone our perfect ioy and blisse Much more shall many griefs at once accomplish this For many can doo more then one without respect And still the greater cause the greater the effect Indeed say other-som these reasons haue som reason But then whence comes it that so many men in Prison With hundred thousand pains pincht and oppressed sore In steed of bettering there wax worser then before In steed of sweet content doo still complain and crie In steed of learning more lose former industry Though in apparance great your sayings seem but iust Yet plain experience sure we think is best to trust That hidden vertue â—are that so great good atchiues Lies in the Prisoners hart not in his heauy Gyues The good growe better there the bad become the wurse For by their sinne they turn Gods blessing into curse And that 's the cause the most are mal-content and sad Sith euer more the good are fewer then the bad But wherefore doth not God to all vouchsafe this grace Proud earth-worms pawse we there let 's fear before his face Admiring humbly all his holy Iudgements high Exceeding all too far our weak capacitie The Potters vessell vile doth vs our lesson showe Which argues not with him why he hath made it so Much less may we contend but rather rest content With that which God hath giuen He is omnipotent All gracious and all good most iust and perfit wise On som he poures a Sea of his benignities On som a shallow Brook on other som a Flood Giuing to som a small to som a greater Good As from eternity hath pleas'd th' eternall Spirit To loue men more or lesse without respect of merit For my part should I liue ten Nestoâ—s yeers to passe Had I a hundred tongues more smooth then Tully's was Had I a voice of steel and had I brazen sides And learning morâ— then all the Helyconian guides Yet were I all too-weak to tell the many graces That in ten thousand sorts and in ten thousand places Ten hundred thousand times he hath vouchsafed me Not for my merits sake but for his mercy free But yet 'mong all the goods that of his liberall bounty I haue receiv'd so oft none to compare accoumpt-I With this close prisonment wherein he doth with-drawe-me Far from the wanton world and to himself doth draw-me I posted on apace to ruin and perdition When by this sharp-sweet Pil my cunning kinde Physition Did purge maugre my will the poysony humor fell Where with my sin-sick hartalâ—oady gan to sivell I lookâ— for nothing lesse then foâ— these miseries And pains that I haue provid the worlds vain vanities Had so seduç'tany soule with baits of sugred bane That it was death to me from pleasure to be tane But crossing my request God for my profit gaue Me quite the contrary to that which I did craue So that my body barring from a freedom small He set my soule at large which vnto sinne was thrall Wounding with musket-shot my feeble arme he cur'd The festring sores of sinne the which my soule endur'd Tripping me from the top of som mean dignity Which drew me vpto climbe the Mount of vanity He rais'd me from the depth of vices darksom Cell The which incessantly did ding me down to Hell Easing me to conclude of all the grief and care Wherewith these false delights forever sauced are He made me finde and feel amid my most annoyes A thousand true contents and thousand perfect ioyes But som perhaps amaz'd wil muse what kinde of pleasure Here I can take and how I passe my time and leasure For in foule idlenes to spend so large a time It cannot be denied to be a grieuous crime First in the morning when the spirit is fresh and fit I suck the honey sweet from foorth the sacred VVrit Wherein by faith we taste that true celestiall bread Whence our immortall soules are euer onely â—ed Then search I out the sawes of other sage Diuines The best here to be had among whose humainlines Supported by the grace of Gods especiall power I leaue the thorn behinde and pluck the healthsom flower Somtimes I doo admire in books of Heathen men Graue-sayings sauoring more a sacred Christian pen Than many of our age whose bold vnlearned pride Thinking to honour God hath err'd on euery side Sometimes when I obserue in euery ancient storie Such vertues presidents trim patterns of true glory I wofully bewaile our wretched wicked dayes Where vertue is despis'd and vice hath all the praise Oft I lament to see so many noble Wits Neglecting Gods high praise that best
translatour This godly Pooeme to a Christian King To him who God in goodnesse hath erect For princely Piller to his owne elect For lawfull Lord to raign with trueth and right For louesom Laurer to the vertuous wight Him I beseech this trauell to defend That to his pleasure I the same may end VVHen Izrell was in quiet rest and peace And fruitfully the ground gaue her encreise Which seauenty yeer vntilled lay beforne And nothing bare but thistle weed and thorne It pleased God vpon his iust correction T' awake his owne that were of his election Least that the longsom peace should them withholde And dull their spirits as doth the warriour bolde Who spoyls his horse with pampring in the stable That makes him for the manaige more vnable He spred their land with bands of enemies stout Whose cloudes of shot bedimd their land about Their Hoaste with arrowes pikes and standards stood The Army of Holopherne As bristle-pointed as a thorniâ— wood Their multitude of men the riuers dri'd Which throw the wealthy Iuda sweet did slide So that flood Iordane finding dry his banke For shame he blusht and down his head he shrankâ— For woe that he his credit could not keep To send one waue for tribute to the deep Scarse had the Haruest-man with hook in hand Dispoylde the fruit and let the stubble stand Scarse had the hungry Gleaner put in bindc The scattered grain the Shearer left behinde And scarse the flapping flaile began to thresh When vnto Iacob newes was brought afresh That Holophern his frontiers did inuade And past all Rivers straits and murders made So vile that none he left that drew the breath But olde and young he put to sodain death The sucking babes vpon their mothers knee His cruell cut-throates made them all to dee Then like a flock of sheep that doth beholde A wolfe come from the wood vpon their fold Shapes no defence but runnes athwart the lands And shortly makes of one a hundreth bands So Isaaks sonnes indreading for to feel This tyrant who pursued them at the heel The Hebrews Dissundring fled and sought their liues to saue In hils and dales and euery desert caue The sheep heard of his flocke had now no care Fear of the enemy But fearing death fled to som mountain bare The Crafts man now his lumes away hath layde The Marchant lest his traffike and his trade To hide himself more safely in a vault Then in a Rampier to sustain th' assault The Lords esteemde them selfes in surer holde In Dennes of beasts then castles gilt with golde Fear lent the wings for aged folke to flie And made them mount to places that were hie Fear made the wofull women for to bear Their cradles sweet to hilles that highest were Fear made the wofull childe to waile and weep For want of speed on foot and hand to creep All where was nothing heard but hideous cries And pitious plaints that did the harts agrise O Lord sayd they wilt thou still day by day The arrowes of thine anger neuer stay Affliction causeth prayer Wilt thou that Calde conquere vs again Shall Iuda yet the Heathen yoke sustain Wilt thou again that they make every towne But stony heaps of houses casten down Again shall sacrilegious fire deuoure Thy holy house where we do thee adore Then Ioachim the priest of God most hie Who ouer Iuda then had chief degrie Stood like a Pylot stout in tempest great Who seeing winde and weather for to threat Yet to his mates his fear no terrour drawes Nor leaues his ship vnto the wrackfull wawes But with disguising fear his face vp casts And stoutly doth gain-stand the balefull blasts Right so this prudent prelate sent in haste Two hundreth men to passe where men were plac't In places strong and thence commanded them For to repair vnto Ierusalem Now since th' Erernall did reueale his will Vpon the sacred top of Syna Hill The Arke of God which wisedom more did holde In Tables two then all the Greeks haue tolde And more then euer Rome could comprehend In huge of learned books that they pend Sam. 1. 4. Long wandred it throw trybes throw kin and kin Sam. 2. 6. And found no certain place of resting in Yea somtime it the shamefull spoyl hath been To sacrilegious hands of Palestine Vntill that time that Iessies holy race For euer lodged it in Iebus place But for that Dauids hands with blood were fiâ—d Ierusalem Throu infinits of humains he had kild The king of peace would haue a king of rest To build his Temple farre aboue the best Sam. 2. 7. His house whose front vpreard so high and eaven That lightlied earth and seem'd to threat the heaven Vntill that wicked time a tyrant vile Of name and deed that bare the semble stile Nabuchadnezar That did this king that building braue he wrackt And to the sacred ground all whole it sackt Yet when long after Abrahms holy race Of Tyger banks had left the captiue place Esd. 6. With combers great they redified with pain That most renowmed house of God again Which though vnto the first it seemd as small As to a Princes house a shepheards hall And though the hugenes were not as it was Yet sure the height and beauty did surpas And overseilde the famous work of Pharie Ephesus Temple and the tombe of Carie The Rhodian Collos and the Caldean wall That Semirame set vp with tourrets tall Also the wondrous work of this same Temple Might serue a Câ—esiphon for his exemple Lysippus eke to carue by square and line Or guide Apelles pensile most divine Heer in this place all Izrel most deuoute Withdrew themselues to Salem round about As when the Heav'n his sluces opens wide And makes the floods vpon the ground to glide The brooks that breaks adoun from diuers hils With course impetuous till one deep distils Amongst the Dames that there deuoutest were The holy Iudith fairest did appear Like Phoebus that aboue the starre doth shine It seem'd that she was made on moulde diuine This primate then assisted with the kinne Of great Eleazar priests whose head and chinne Was neuer shav'n deuoutly on he preast A pearled Myter on his balmed creast And with a holy Alb with garnettes spred And golden Belles his sacred bodie cled And slew and burnt the bulks as was the guise Of many a kid and kalfe for sacrifise And with their blood the Altars hornes he dyed And praying thus to God immortall cryed O Lord of Hoastes we com not vnto thee Prayer To wey our merits with thy maiestie Nor to protest before thy heauenly might That sacklesly thy scourge doth on vs light But rather we confesse as true it is Our sinnes haue iustly merite more then this But Lord if thou thy couenant would forget Which thou with Abrahm made and so wilt set For mercy great thy iustice most seuear Thou should a greater plague vpon vs rear Change then our proces from thy iustice seat And
th' Antartik Sky Harâ—â—st To be three months vp-rising and down-lying With Scorpio Libra and the Archer flying Th' Earth by degrees her louely beauty bates Pomona loads her lap with delicates Her Apron and her Osiar basket both With dainty fruits for her deer Autumns tooth Her health-less spouse who bare-foot hops about To tread the iuice of Bacchus clusters out And last of all when thy proud-trampling Teem For three Months more to soiourne stil doth seem With Capricorn Aquarius and the Fishes While we in vain revoke thee with our wishes Winter In stead of Flowrs chill shivering Winter dresses With Isicles her self-bald borrow'd tresses About her brows a Periwig of Snowe Her white Freez mantle freng'd with Ice belowe A payr of Lamb-lyn'd buskins on her feet So doth she march Orythias love to meet Who with his bristled hoarie bugle-beard Comming to kiss her makes her lips afeard Whear-at he sighs a breath so cold and keen That all the Waters Crystallized been While in a fury with his boystrous wings Against the Scythian snowie Rocks he flings All lusks in sloath and till these Months do end Bacchus and Vulcan must vs both befrend O second honour of the Lamps supernal Of the Moon her alterations Sure Kalender of Festiuals eternal Seas Soueraintess Sleep-bringer Pilgrims guide Peace-loving Queen what shall I say beside What shall I say of thine inconstant brow Which makes my brain wauer I woat not how But if by th' Ey a mans intelligence May ghess of things distance so far from hence I think thy body round as any Ball Of her roundnes and brightnesse borrowed of the Sunne Whose superfice nigh equall ouer all As a pure Glass now vp and down anon Reflects the bright beams of thy spouse the Sun For as a Husbands Nobless doth illustre Simile A mean-born wife so doth the glorious lustre Of radiant Titan with his beams embright Thy gloomy Front that selfly hath no light Yet 't is not alwaies after one self sort Of her waxing waning when she is in her last quarter wheÌ„ she renues and commeth to her full For for thy Car doth swifter thee transport Then doth thy Brothers diversly thou shin'st As more or less thou from his sight declin'st Therfore each month when Hymen blest above In both your bodies kindles ardent love And that the Starrs-king all inamoured on thee Full of desire shines down direct vpon thee Thy neather half-Globe toward th' Earthy Ball After it's Nature is obserued all But him aside thou hast no sooner got But on thy side a siluer file we noat A half-bent Bowe which swels the less thy Coach Doth the bright Chariot of thy spouse approach And fils his Circle When the Imperiall Star Beholds thee iust in one Diameter Then by degrees thy Full face falls away And by degrees Westward thy Horns display Till fal'n again betwixt thy Louers arms Thou wink'st again vanquisht with pleasures charms Thus dost thou Wax and VVane thee oft renuing Delighting change and mortall things ensuing As subiect to thee thy selfs transmutation Feel th' vnfelt force of secret alteration Not but that Phoebus alwaies with his shine Cleers half at least of thine aspect divine Of the cause of the diuers aspect of the Moone But 't sems not so because we see but heer Of thy round Globe the lower Hemisphear Though waxing vs-ward Heav'n-ward thou dost wane And waning vs-ward Heav'n-ward grow'st again Yet it befalls even when thy face is Full When at the highest thy pale Coursers pull When no thick mask of Clouds can hide away From liuing eys thy broad round glistering Ray Thy light is darkned and thine eys are seel'd Couered with shadow of a rusty shield For thy Full face in his oblique designe Confronting Phoebus in th' Ecliptick ligne And th' Earth between thou losest for a space Thy splendor borrowd of thy Brothers grace But to revenge thee on the Earth for this Of the cause of the Eclips of the Sunne Fore-stalling thee of thy kind Lovers kiss Somtimes thy thick Orb thou doo'st inter-blend Twixt Sol and vs toward the later end And then because his splendor cannot pass Or pearce the thicknes of thy gloomy Mass The Sun as subiect to Deaths pangs vs sees-not But seems all Light-less though indeed he is not Therfore far differing your Eclipses are For thine is often and thy Brothers rare Thine doth indeed deface thy beauty bright Difference between the Eclipses of the Sun of the Moone His doth not him but vs bereave of Light It is the Earth that thy defect procures It is thy shadow that the Sunne obscures East-ward thy front beginneth first to lack West-ward his brows begin their frowning black Thine at thy Full when thy most glory shines His in thy Wane when beautie most declines Thine's generall toward Heav'n and Earth together His but to Earth nor to all places neither For th' hideous Cloud that cov'red so long since Of the admirable extraordinary Eclipse of the Sun on the Day that our Sauiour suffered on the Crosse for our Redemption Mat. 27 ver 45 Mar. 15 ver 33 Luk 23. ver 44 With nights black vail th' eys of the Starry-Prince When as he saw for our foul Sinfull slips The Match-less Maker of the Light eclipse Was far far other For the swarty Moors That sweating toyl on Guinnés wealthy shoars Those whom the Niles continuall Cataract With roaring noise for euer deaf doth make Those that suruaying mighty * Quinzay Cassagale Within the Circuit of her spacious Wall Do dry-foot dance on th' Orientall Seas And pass in all her goodly crossing ways And stately streets fronted with sumptuous Bowrs Twelue thousand Bridges and twelue thousand Towers Those that in Norway and in Finland chase The soft-skind Martens for their pretious Cace Those that in Ivory Sleads on Ireland Seas Congeal'd to Crystall slide about at ease Were witness all of his strange grief and ghest That God or Nature was then deep distrest Moreover Cynthia in that fearfull stound Full-fild the compass of her Circle round And being so far off she could not make By Natures course the Sun to be so black Nor issuing from the Eastern part of Heav'n Darken that beauty which her own had given In brief mine ey confounded with such Spectacles In that one wonder sees a Sea of Miracles What could'st thou doo less then thy Self dishonour O chief of Planets thy great Lord to honor Then for thy Fathers death a-while to wear A moorning Roab on th' hatefull Hemi-spheare Then at high-noon shut thy fair eye to shun A Sight whose sight did Hell with horror stun And pearç't with sorrow for such iniuries To please thy Maker Nature to displease So from the South to North to make apparant Of the going back of the Sun in the time of Ezechias 1. King 26. Ver. 11. Esâ—y 38. Ver. 8 That God reuoak't his Seriâ—ant Death's sad Warrant
'Gainst Ezechias and that he would give The godly King fifteen years more to live Transgressing Heav'ns eternall Ordinance Thrice in one Day thou through one path didst prance And as desirous of another nap In thy ver million sweet Aurora's Lap Thy Coach turn'd back and thy swift sweating Horse Full ten degrees lengthned their wonted Course Dials went false and Forrests gloomy black Wondred to see their mighty shades go back So when th' incensed Heav'ns did fight so fell Of the Sunnes standing still in the time of Iosuah Ios. 12. 13 Vnder the Standard of deer Israel Against the Hoast of odious Ammorites Among a million of swift-Flashing Lights Rayning down Bullets from a stormy Cloud As thick as Hail vpon their Armies proud That such as scaped from Heav'ns wrathfull thunder Victorious swords might after heaw in-sunder Coâ—â—ur'd by Iosuah thy brave steeds stood still â—â—â—ull Career stopping thy whirling wheel And one whole Day in one degree they stayd In midst of Heav'n for sacred Armies ayd Least th' Infidels in their disordred Flight Should save themselues vnder the wings of Night Those that then liv'd vnder the other Pole Seeing the Lamp which doth enlight the Whole To hide so long his lovely face away Thought never more to haue re-seen the Day The wealthy Indians and the men of Spain Never to see Sun Rise or Set again In the same place Shadows stood still as stone And in twelue Houres the Dials shew'd but one THE FIFT DAIE OF THE FIRST WEEK THE ARGVMENT Fish in the Sea Fowls in the Aire abound The Forms of all things in the Waters found The various Manners of Sea-Citizens Whose constant Friendship far exceedeth Mens Arions strange escape The Fowls attend On th' only Phoenix to her end-less end Their kindes their customs and their plumes variety Som presidents of Prudence som of Piety The gratefull Aegle burning in the Fláme With her dead Mistress the fair Sestian Dáme LAtónian Lamps conducting divers ways After a Poeticall maner he craueth time opportunity to discourse in this Day of the creation of Fishes of Fowles About the World successiue Nights and Days Parents of winged Time haste haste your Carrs And passing swiftly both th' opposed Barrs Of East and West by your returning Ray Th' imperfect World make elder by a Day Yee Fish that brightly in Heav'ns Baldrik shine If you would see the Waters waving brine Abound with Fishes pray Hyperion T' abandon soon his liquid Mansion If he expect in his prefixt Career To hoast with you a Month in every Yeer And thou eternall Father at whose wink To which purpose â—specially he calleth on the true God The wrathfull Ocean's swelling pride doth sink And stubborn storms of bellowing Windes be dumb Their wide mouthes stopt and their wilde pinions num Great Soverain of the Seas whose books can draw A man aliue from the Whales monstrous maw Provide me Lord of Steers-man Star and Boat That through the vast Seas I may safely float Or rather teach me dyue that I may view Deep vnder water all the Scaly crew And dropping wet when I return to land Laden with spoils extoll thy mighty hand IN VAIN had God stor'd Heav'n with glistring studs The first part of this Book wherin he handleth how by the Commandement of the Lord thâ— Fishes began to moue in the Waters The Plain with grain the Mountain tops with woods Sever'd the Aire from Fire the Earth from Water Had he not soon peopled this large Theatre With living Creatures Therefore he began This-Day to quicken in the Ocean In standing Pools and in the straggling Riuers Whose folding Channell fertill Champain severs So many Fishes of so many features That in the Waters one may see all Creatures And all that in this All is to be found As if the World within the Deeps were drown'd Seas haue as wel as Skies Sun Moon and Stars The Seas no lesse stored with priui ledges and presidents of Gods glorious power then Heauen Earth and of the strange Fishes that liue therin As well as Aire Swallows and Rooks and Stares As well as Earth Vines Roses Nettles Millions Pinks Gilliflowrs Mushroms and many millions Of other Plants more rare and strange then these As very Fishes living in the Seas And also Rams Calfs Horses Hares and Hogs Wolves Lions Vrchins Elephants and Dogs Yea Men and Mayds and which I more admire The Mytred Bishop and the Cowled Fryer Wherof examples but a few yeers since Were showen the Norways and Polonian Prince You divine wits of elder Dayes from whom The deep Inuention of rare Works hath com Took you not pattern of your chiefest Tools Out of the Lap of Thetis Lakes and Pools Which partly in the Waues part on the edges Of craggy Rocks among the ragged sedges Bring-forth abundance of Pins Pincers Spoaks Pikes Percers Needles Mallets Pipes and Yoaks Owers sayls and swords saws wedges Razors Rammers Plumes Cornets Kniues Wheels Vices Horns Hammers And as if Neptune and fair Panâ—pé Palaeâ—on Triton and Leucothoé Kept publik Roules there is the Calamary Who ready Pen-knife Pen and Ink doth cary As a rare Painter draws for pleasure heer Why God created so many sorts of strange Fishes A sweet Adonis a foul Satyre there Heer a huge Cyclop there a Pigmè Elf Somtimes no less busying his skilfull self Vpon som vgly Monster seldom seen Then on the Picture of fair Beauties Queen Even so the Lord that in his Work 's variety We might the more admire his powerfull Dëity And that we might discern by differing features The various kindes of the vast Oceans creatures Forming this mighty Frame he every Kinde With diuers and peculiar Signet sign'd Som haue their heads groveling betwixt their feet Examples The Pour-Cuttle Cuttle Crab. Sea Harâ— Oyster As th' inky Cuttles and the Many-feet Som in their breast as Crabs som head-less are Foot-less and finn-les as the bane-full Hare And heat-full Oyster in a heap confus'd Their parts vnparted in themselues diffus'd The Tyrian Marchant or the Portuguez Can hardly build one Ship of many Trees The Tortoise But of one Tortoise when he list to float Th' Arabian Fisher-man can make a Boat And one such Shell him in the stead doth stand Of Hulk at Sea and of a House on land Shall I omit the monstrous Whirl-about Which in the Sea another Sea doth spout Where-with huge Vessels if they happen nigh Are over-whelm'd and funken sodainly Shall I omit the Tunnies that durst meet The Tunnyâ— Th' Eöan Monarchs neuer daunted Fleet And beard more brauely his victorious powrs Then the Defendants of the Tyrian Towrs Or Porus conquered on the Indian Coast Or great Darius that three Battails lost When on the Surges I perceiue from far Th' Ork Whirl-pool Whale or huffing Physeter Diuers kindes of Whales Me thinks I see the wandring Ile again Ortygian Delos floating on the Main And when in Combat these fell Monsters