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A11395	Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester; Sepmaine. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Pibrac, Guy du Faur, seigneur de, 1529-1584. Quatrains. English.; La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618. Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 21651; ESTC S110823	556,900	1,016

Coward lose the Crown So neer your head to heap you with renown Shal we so dare to dally with the Lord To cast his yoak and to contemn his Word Where shall we fly his hand Heav'n is his Throne The Earth his foot-stool and dark Acheron The Dungeon where the damned soules be shut Is of his anger euermore the Butt On him alone all our good-hap depends And he alone from dangers vs defends Ah! weep no more This sacred Turf doth craue More blood than Tears let vs vs so behaue That ioyn'd in zeal we yield vs willingly To make a vertue of necessity Let 's testifie we haue a time abod I in your School you in the school of God Where we haue learned that his sacred Word Which made of Nothing all that euer stirr'd Which all sustaines and all directeth still To diuers ends conducts the good and ill Who loues not God more than all Kinn's respect Deserues no place among his deer Elect And who doth once God's Till age vnder-take Must not look back neither his Plough forsake Here-with th' old Hebrew cheerfuller becam And to himself cries Courage Abraham The World the Flesh Adam are dead in thee God Spirit and Faith alone subsisting be Lord by thy Spirit vnto my spirit annex So liuely Faith that still mine eyes may fix On thy true Isaac whose sharp sin-less Suffering Shall purge from sin me and my sinfull offering Scarce had he draw'n his sword in resolution With heaued hand for instant execution When instantly the thundring voyce of God Stay'd heart and hand and thus the Fact forbod Abram enough holde holde thy hand sayd he Put-vp thy sword thine Isaac shall not die Now of thy faith I haue had perfect proof Thy Will for Deed I do accept enough Glad Abram then to God giues thanks and prayse Vnbindes his Son and in his room he lays A Lamb there strangely hampered by the head And that to God devoutly offered Renowned Abraham Thy noble Acts Excell the Fictions of Heröik Facts And that pure Law a Son of thine shall write Shall nothing els but thy braue deeds recite Extol who list thy wisdom's excellence Victorious Valour frank Beneficence And Iustice too which even the Gentiles honor Ill dares my Muse take such a task vpon-her Onely thy Faith not all with all th' Effects Onely one fruit of thousand she selects For glorious subiect which to say the right I rather loue to wonder-at than write Go Pagans turn turn-over every Book Through all Memorials of your Martyrs look Collect a Scroule of all the Children slain On th' Altars of your Gods dig-vp again Your lying Legends Run through every Temple Among your Offerings choose the best example Among your Offerings which your Fathers past Haue made to make their names eternall last Among them all fondlings you shall not finde Such an example where vnkindely-kinde Father and Son so mutually agree To showe themselues Father nor Son to be Where man 's deep zeal and God's deer fauour stroue For Counter-conquest in officious loue One by constraint his Son doth sacrifice Another means his Name t' immortallize By such a Fact Another hopes to shun Som dismall Plague or dire Affliction Another only that he may conform To Tyrant Custom 's aw-les law-les Form Which blears our eys and blurs our Senses so That Lady Reason must her seat forgo Yea blindes the iudgement of the World so far That Uertue's oft arraign'd at Vice's Bar. But vn-constrain'd our Abram all alone Vpon a Mountain to the guise of none For it was odious to the Iewes to doo And in a time of Peace and plenty too Fights against Nature prickt with wondrous zeal And slaying Isaac wars against his Weal O sacred Muse that on the double Mount With withering Bayes bind'st not thy Singers Front But on Mount Sion in the Angels Quire With Crowns of glory doest their brows atrire Tell for thou know'st what sacred Mystery Vnder this shaddow doth in secret ly O Death Sin Satan tremble ye not all For hate and horror of your dreadfull Fall So liuely figur'd To beholde Gods Bowe So ready bent to cleaue your heart in two To see yong Isaac Pattern of that Prince Who shal Sin Satan Death and Hell convince Both only Sons both sacred Potentates Both holy Founders of two mighty States Both sanctified both Saints Progenitors Both bear their Cross both Lamb-like Sufferers Both bound both blame-less both without reply Both by their Fathers are ordain'd to dy Vpon Mount Sion which high glorious Mount Serues vs for Ladder to the Heav'ns to mount Restores vs Edens key the key of Eden Lost through the eating of the fruit forbidden By wretched Adam and his weaker Wife And blessed bears the holy Tree of life Christ dies indeed but Isaac is repriv'd Because Heav'ns Councell otherwise contriv'd For Isaac's blood was no sufficient price To ransom soules from Hell to Paradise The Leprosie of our contagious sin More powr-full Rivers must be purged in FINIS The LAWE THE III. PART OF THE III. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Envy in Pharao seeks to stop the Cause Of Iews increase Moses escapes his claws Out of a Burning vnburnt Bush a Voice For Iacob's Rescue doth of Him make choice Sends him with Aaron to the Egyptian King His Hard'ning PLAGVING finall Ruining In the Red Sea Israel ingrate for all Christ-Typing Manna Quails Rock-waters fall The glorious LAVVE the golden Calf strange Fire Coré in-gulft MOSES prepar'd t' expire ARm-Arming Trumpets lofty Clarions Rock-battering Bumbards Valour-murdering Guns Think you to drown with horror of your Noise The choise sweet accents of my sacred Voice Blowe till you burst roar rend the Earth in sunder Fill all with Fury Tempest War and Thunder Dire Instruments of Death in vain yee toyl For the loud Cornet of my long-breath'd stile Out-shrills yee still and my Stentorian Song With warbled Ecchoes of a silver tongue Shall brim be heard from India even to Spain And then from thence even to the Artik Wayn Yet 't is not I not I in any sort My sides's too-weak alas my breath 's too-short It is the spirit-inspiring Spirit which yerst On th' eldest Waters mildly moved first That furnishes and fills with sacred winde The weak dull Organs of my Muse and minde So still good Lord in these tumultuous times Giue Peace vnto my Soule soule to my Rimes Let me not faint amid so fair a course Let the World's end be th' end of my Discourse And while in FRANCE fell MARS doth all devour In lofty stile Lord let me sing thy Powr ALL-CHANGING Time had cancell'd and supprest IOSEPH'S Deserts his Master was deceast His Sons were dead when currish Envie 's strife Lays each-where ambush for poor ISRAEL'S life Who notwithstanding doth far faster spread Comparison And thicker spring than in a fruitfull Mead Moted with Brooks the many-leaved locks Of thriving Charvel which the bleating Flocks Can with their dayly hunger hardly mowe So

clowd And yet his hand still quauers light and lowd But at the last it sinks and offring fair To strike the Base strikes but the empty ayr His soule descending to th' Infernall Coasts Goes to conclude his Song vnto the Ghosts Dolefull it was nor for the Argument For 't was of Loue but for the sad event Another wak'ned with those lowd alarms Starts-vp and groapeth round about for arms Which ah too soon he findeth for his part For a keen poignard stabs him to the heart Simile Like as a Tigress having with the gore Of Bulls and Heifers made her spots the more And pav'd a Plain with Creatures mangled lims Views on each side her valiant stratagems Treads on the vanquisht and is prowdly-sad That no more Foes nor no more Maw she had So th' Hebrew stalking round-about the slain Braues but it boots not and would very fain That those dead bodies might their ghosts re-gather Or that those Mountains would produce him rather Som Foes more wakefull that more manfully In blood-drown'd Valleis might his valour try Amor's three sons did no less slaughter make Abram for zeal they but for Furies sake This nayls a Souldier with his sword to th' ground That at a blowe th' heads of two Heads dis-crown'd This vnderneath a Chariot kils the Driuer That lops off legs and arms and heads doth shiver The Tents already all in blood do swim Gushing from sundry Corps from severall lim In brief so many ravening Woolves they seem Within whose breast fierce Famine biteth keen Who softly stealing to som fold of sheep While both the Shepheard and his Curr doth sleep Furbush their hungry teeth tear kill and prey Vpon the best to eat and bear-away Yet at the length the vanquished awake And re-aray'd the Victors vnder-take Putting the three prowd Amorites to flight Who but for Abram had been routed quite Sleep sleep poor Pagans sith you needs must die Go sleep again and so die easily Die yer you think on death and in your Dreams Gasp-out your soules Let not your dazled beams Behold the havock and the horrour too Of th' Execution that our swords shall doo Hacking your bodies to heaw-out your breaths Yer Death to fright you with a thousand deaths Said Abraham and pointing every word With the keen point of his quick-whirled sword As swift in doing as in saying so More fiercely chargeth the insulting Foe Than ever Storm-full cloud which fed with Water's Thin moist-full fumes the snowy Mountains daughters Comparison Showr'd heaps of hail-shot or pour'd floods of rain On slender stems of the new tender Grain Through blood and blades through danger dust and death Through mangled Corps and carrs he traverseth And partly in the shock part with ●●● blowes He breaketh in through thickest of his Foes And by his trauail topsi-turneth then The liue and dead and half-dead horse and men His bright-keen Fauchin neuer threats but hits Nor hits but hurts nor hurts but that it splits Som priuy postern whence to Hel in post Som groaning Pagan may gasp out his ghost He all assayls and him so braue bestowes That in his Fight he deals more deaths than blowes As the North-winde re-cleering-vp the front Simile Of clowdy Heav'ns towards the South doth hunt The showrs that Austers spungy thirst exhales Out of those seas that circle Orans walls So wher-so-e're our Hebrew Champion wield His war-like weapon and his glistring Shield Whose glorious splendor darts a dreadfull light Elamites ou●rthrowen by Abraham All turn their backs and all be-take to flight Forgetting Fame Shame Vertue Hope and all Their hearts are don and down their weapons fall Or if that any be so strangely-stout As not to faint but brauely yet holde out Alas it boots not for it cannot stop The victory but haste his own mishap But in what Fence-schoole of what master say God giueth victory Braue pearl of Souldiers learnd thy hands to play So at so sundry weapons such passados Such thrusts such foyns stramazos and stoccados Even of that mighty God whose sacred might Made Heav'n and Earth and them so braue bedight Of meerly nothing of that God of Powr Who swore to be thy Target and thy Towr Of that high God who fortifies the weak Who teacheth His even steely bowes to break Who doth his Childrens zealous hearts inflame But daunts the prowd and doth their courage tame Abraham follows the execution Thy sword abates th' armed the strong the stout Thou cleav'st thou kill'st The faint dis-armed rout The lightning of thine eyes thy voyces thunder And thy prowd dreadfull port confounds with wonder Death and Despair Horror and Fury fight Vnder thine Ensignes in this Dismal Night Thou slayest this and that thou threat'st as much This thou pursu'st that thou disdaign'st to touch In brief thou blest Knight braue thou quelst at once Valiant and vile arm'd and vnarmed ones Heer thine even hand even in a twinkling trice In equall halves a Pagans head doth slyce Down on each shoulder looketh either half To gaze vpon his ghastly Epitaph In lines of blood writ round about him fair Vnder the curtain of his parted hair Heer through a Ierkin more then Musket-proof Made twelue fold double of East-country Buff Clean through and through thy deadly shaft doth thril A Gyants bulk the wounded hulk doth reel The head behinde appears before the feathers And th' Ethnick soule flies both-waies out togethers Heer thou do'st cleaue with thy keen Fauchins force The Bards and Breast-plate of a furious Horse No sooner hurt but he recoyleth back Writing his Fortune in a bloody track Thy barbed dart heer at a Chaldee flies And in an instant lardeth both his thighes While he blaspheming his hard starrs and state Hops like a Pie in stead of wonted gate Now LOT the while escap't from ELAMS hands Lot resc●ed revengeth brauely his captivity Free from the burthen of his yron bands With iust reuenge retorts his taken wrong His feet growe swift his sinnews waxen strong His heart reviues and his reviued heart Supplies new spirits to all and euery part And as a wilde and wanton Colt got out Simile Of som great Stable staring scuds about Shakes his prowd head and crest yerks out his heels Butts at the ayr beats on the humble fields His flying shadow now pursues amain Anon amaz'd flies it as fast again Again beholds it with self-prowd delight Looks on his legs sets his stiff tayl vpright And neighs so lowd to Mares beyond the Mound That with the noyse the neighbour Hils resound So one while LOT sets on a Troup of Horse A Band of Sling-men he anon doth force Anon he pusheth through a Stand of Pikes A Wing of archers off anon he strikes Anon he stalks about a steepfull Rock Where som to shun Death's never shunned stroak Had clambred-vp at length a path he spies Where vp he mounts and doth their Mount surprize Whence stones he heaues so heavy and so

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