admire her tunes And gaze themselues in her blew-golden plumes The ravening Kite whose train doth well supply A Rudders place the Falcon mounting high Rauenous Birds The Marlin Lanar and the gentle Tercell Th' Ospray and Saker with a nimble sarcell Follow the Phoenix from the Clouds almost At once discovering many an vnknow'n Coast. In the swift Rank of these fell Rovers flies The Indian Griffin with the glistring eyes Beak Eagle-like back sable sanguin brest White Swan-like wings fiercetalons alwaies prest For bloody battails for with these he tears Boars Lions Horses Tigres Bulls and Bears With thâ—se our Grandams fruitfull panch he pulls Whence many an Ingot of pure Gold he culls To floor his proud nest builded strong and steep On a high Rock better his thefts to keep With these he guards against an Army bold The hollow Mines where first he findeth Gold As wroth that men vpon his right should rove Or theevish hands vsurp his Tresor-troue O! ever may'st thou fight so valiant Foul For this dire bane of our seduced soule Detestation of Auarice for her execrable daÌ„gerous effects And with thee may the Dardan Ants so ward The Gold committed to their carefull Guard That hence-forth hope-less mans frail mind may rest-her From seeking that which doth it's Masters master O odious poyson for the which we dive To Pluto's dark Den for the which we rive Our Motheâ— Earth and not contented with Th' abundant gifts she outward offereth With sacrilegious Tools we rudely rend-her And ransak deeply in her bosom tender While vnder ground wee live in hourly fear When the frail Mines shall over-whelm vs there For which beyond rich Taproban we roule Through thousand Seas to seek another Pole And maugre Windes and Waters enmity We every Day new vnknow'n Worlds descry For which alas the brother sels his brother The Sire his Son the Son his Sire and Mother The Man his Wife the Wife her wedded Pheer The Friend his Friend O! what not sell wee heer Sithence to satiat our Gold-thirsty gall We sell our selues our very soules and all Neer these the Crowe his greedy wings displayes Night-Fowles and solitary Birds The long-liv'd Rauen th' infamous Bird that layes His bastard Egges within the nests of other To have them hatcht by an vnkindely Mother The Skritch-Owl vs'd in falling Towrs to lodge Th' vnlucky Night-Raven and thou lasie Madge That fearing light still seekest where to hide The hate and scorn of all the Birds beside But gentle Muse tell me what Fowls are those That but even-now from flaggy Fenns arose Water fowles 'T is th' hungry Hearn the greedy Cormorant The Coot and Curlew which the Moors doo haunt The nimble Teal the Mallard strong in flight The Di-dapper the Plover and the Snight The silver Swan that dying singeth best And the Kings-Fisher which so builds her nest By the Sea-side in midst of Winter Season That man in whom shines the bright Lamp of Reason Cannot devise with all the withe ha's Her little building how to raise or raze So long as there her quiet Couch she keeps Sicilian Sea exceeding calmly sleeps For Aeolus fearing to drown her brood Keeps home the while and troubles not the Flood The Pirat dwelling alwayes in his Bark In 's Calender her building Dayes doth mark And the rich Marchant resolutely venters So soon as th' Halcyon in her brood-bed enters Mean-while the Langa skimming as it were The Oceans surface seeketh every where The hugy Whale where slipping-in by Art In his vast mouth shee feeds vpon his hart NEVV-SPAIN's Cucuio in his forhead brings Strange admirable Birds Two burning Lamps two vnderneath his wings Whose shining Rayes serue oft in darkest night Th' Imbroderer's hand in royall Works to light Th' ingenious Turner with a wakefull eye To polish fair his purest Ivory Th' Vsurer to count his glistring treasures The learned Scribe to limn his golden measures But note we now towards the rich Moluques Those passing strange and wondrous birds * With vs cald Birds of Paradise Mamuques Wond'rous indeed if Sea or Earth or Sky Saw ever wonder swim or goe or fly None knowes their nest none knowes the dam that breeds them Food-less they liue for th' Airealonely feeds them Wing-less they fly and yet their flight extends Till with their flight their vnknow'n lives-date ends The Stork still eying her deer Thessalie Charitable Birds The Pelican consorteth cheerfully Prayse-worthy Payer which pure examples yield Of faithfull Father and officious Childe Th' one quites in time her Parents love exceeding From whom she had her birth and tender breeding Not onely brooding vnder her warm brest Their age-chill'd bodies bed-rid in the nest Nor only bearing them vpon her back Through th' empty Aire when their own wings they lack But also sparing This let Children note Her daintiest food from her own hungry throat To feed at home her feeble Parents held From forraging with heavy Gyves of Eld. The other kindly for her tender Brood Tears her own bowells trilleth-out her blood To heal her young and in a wondroussort Vnto her Children doth her life transport For finding them by som fell Serpent slain She rents her brest and doth vpon them rain Her vitall humour whence recouering heat They by her death another life do get A Type of Christ who sin-thrall'd man to free Became a Captive and on shamefull Tree Self-guiltless shed his blood by 's wounds to save-vs And salue the wounds th' old Serpent firstly gave-vs And so became of meer immortall mortall Therby to make frail mortall Man immortall Thus doo'st thou print O Parent of this All Lessons for mankinde out of the Consideration of the natures of diuers creatures In every brest of brutest Animall A kinde Instinct which makes them dread no less Their Childrens danger then their own decease That so each Kinde may last immortally Though th' Indiuiduum pass successively So fights a Lion not for glory then But for his Deer Whelps taken from his Den By Hunters fell He fiercely roareth out He wounds he kills amid the thickest rout He rushes-in dread-less of Spears and Darts Swords shafts staves though hurt in thousand parts And brave-resolved till his last breath lack Never gives-over nor an inch gives-back Wrath salves his wounds and lastly to conclude When over-layd with might and Multitude He needs must dy dying he more bemoanes Then his own death his Captiue little-Ones So for their young our Masty Currs will fight Eagerly bark bristle their backs and bite So in the Deep the Dog-Fish for her Fry Lucma's throes a thousand times doth try For seeing when the suttle Fisher follows-them Again alive into her womb shee swallows-them And when the perill's past she brings them thence As from the Cabins of asafe defence And thousandlyues to their deer Parent owing As sound as ever in the Seas are rowing So doth a Hen make of her wings a Targe To shield her Chickens that she hath
cherish and reioyce And prety-fondling she doth prize it higher Then her own beauties which all else admire But as fell Fates mingle our single ioyes With bitter gall of infinit annoyes An extream Fever vext the Virgins bones By one disease to cause two deaths at once Consum'd her flesh and wanly did displace The Rose-mixt-Lillies in her lovely face Then far'd the Foul and Fairest both a-like Both like tormented both like shivering sick So that to note their passions one would gather That Lachesis spun both their lives together But oft the Aeagle striving with her Fitt Would fly abroad to seek som dainty bitt For her deer Mistress and with nimble wing Som Rail or Quail or Partridge would she bring Paying with food the food receiv'd so oft From those fair Ivory Virgin-fingers soft During her nonage yer she durst essay To cleave the sky and for herself to prey The Fever now with spitefull fitts had spent The blood and marrow of this Innocent And Life resign'd to cruell Death her Right Who three dayes after doth the Eagle cite The fearfull Hare durst now frequent the Down And round about the Walles of Hero's Town The Tercel-gentle and swift Falcon flew Dread-less of th' Aegle that so well they knew For shee alas lies on her Ladies bed Still-sadly mourning though a-live yet dead For O! how should she live sith Fatall knife Hath cut the threed of her lives deerest life O're the deer Corps somtimes her wings she hovers Somtimes the dead brest with her brest she covers Somtimes her neck doth the pale neck embrace Somtimes she kisses the cold lips and face And with sad murmurs she lamenteth so That her strange moan augments the Parents wo. Thrice had bright Phoebus daily Chariot run Past the proud Pillars of Aicmaenas son Since the fair Virgin past the fatall Ferry Whear lastly Mortals leaue their burthens weary And yet this doleful Bird drown'd in her tears All comfort-les Rest and Repast forbears So much alas shee seemeth to contend Her life and sorrows both at once to end But lastly finding all these means too-weak The quick dispatch that she did wish to wreak With ire and anguish both at once enraged Vnnaturally her proper brest she gaged And tears her bowells storming bitterly That all these deaths could yet not make her dy But lo the while about the lightsom door Of th' hap-les house a mournfull troop that bore Black on their back and Tapers in their fists Tears on their cheeks and sorrow in their brests Who taking vp the sacred Load at last Whose happy soule already Heav'n embra'çt With shrill sad cries march toward the fatall Pile With solemn pase The silly Bird the while Following far-off her bloody entrails trails Honoring with conuoy two sad Funerals No sooner had the Ceremonious Flame Embraç't the Body of her tender Dame But sodainly distilling all with blood Down soust the Eagle on the blazing wood Nor boots the Flamine with his sacred wand A hundred times to beat her from her stand For to the midst still of the Pyle she plies And singing sweet her Ladies Obsequies There burns herself and blendeth happily Her bones with hers she lov'd so tenderly O happy Payr vpon your sable Toomb May Mel and Manna euer showring come May sweetest Myrtles ever shade your Herse And evermore live you within my Verse So Morn and Euening the Fift Day conclude And God perceiv'd that All his Works were good THE SIXT DAIE OF THE FIRST WEEK THE ARGVMENT Inuiting all which through this world aspire Vnto the next Gods glorious Works t' admire Heer on the Stage our noble Poet brings Beasts of the Earth Cattell and Creeping things Their hurt and help to vs The strange euents Between Androdus and the Forrest Prince The little-World Commander of the greater Why formed last his admirable Feature His Heav'n-born Soule her wondrous operation His deerest Rib. All Creatures generation YOu Pilgrims which through this worlds City wend Toward th' happy City whear withouten end An exhortatiōto al which through the Pilgrimage of this life tend toward the euerlasting City to consider well the excellent workes of God heer represented by our Poet. True ioyes abound to anchor in the Port Whear Deaths pale horrors never do resort If you would see the fair Amphitheatres Th' Arks Arcenalls Towrs Temples and Theatres Colosses Cirques Pyles Ports and Palaces Proudly dispersed in your Passages Com com with me For ther 's not any part In this great Frame where shineth any Art But I will show 't you Are you weary since What! tyr'd so soon Why will you not my friends Having already ventur'd forth so far On Neptnn's back through Windes and Waters war Rowe yet a stroak the Harbour to recover Whose shoars already my glad eyes discover Almighty Father guide their Guide along Inuocation And pour vpon my faint vnfluent tongue The sweetest hony of th' Hyantian Fount Which freshly purleth from the Muses Mount With the sweet charm of my Victorious Verse Tame furious Lions Bears and Tigers fierce Make all the wilde Beasts laying fury by To com with Homage to my Harmony OF ALL THE Beasts which thou This-Day didst build The Elephant To haunt the Hills the Forest and the Field I see as vice-Roy of their brutish Band The Elephant the Vant-gard doth command Worthy that Office whether we regard His Towred back whear many Souldiers ward Or else his Prudence whearwithall he seems T' obscure the wits of human-kind somtimes As studious Scholer heeself-rumineth His lessons giv'n his King he honoreth Adores the Moon mooved with strange desire He feels the sweet flames of th' Idalian fire And pierçtwith glance of a kinde-cruell ey For humane beauty seems to sigh and dy Yea if the Graecians doo not miss-recite His combat with the Rhinocerot With 's crooked trumpet he doth somtimes write But his huge strength nor subtle wit can not Defend him from the sly Rhinocerot Who never with blinde fury led doth venter Vpon his Fo but yer the Lists he enter Against a Rock he whetteth round about The dangerous pike vpon his armed snout Then buckling close doth not at randon hack On the hard Cuirass on his Enemies back But vnder 's belly cunning findes a skin Whear and but thear his sharpned blade will in The scaly Dragon being else too lowe For th' Elephant vp a thick Tree doth goe So closely ambusht almost every Day To watch the Carry-Castle in his way Who once approaching straight his stand he leaues And round about him he so closely cleaues With 's wrything body that his Enemy His combat with the Dragon His stinging knots vnable to vn-ty Hastes to som Tree or to som Rock whearon To rush and rub-off his detested zone The fell embraces of whose dismall clasp Haue almost brought him to his latest gasp Then sodainly the Dragon slips his hold From th' Elephant and sliding down doth fold About his fore-legs fetter'd in such order
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
last He saith now sure I knowe 'T is God 't is God the God that loues me so Loues keeps sustains whom I so oft haue seen Whose voice so often hath my comfort been Illuding Satan cannot shine so bright Though Angelliz'd No 'T is my God of Might Now feel I in my Soule to strength and stir-it The sacred Motions of his sacred Spirit God this sad Sacrifice requires of me Hap what hap may I must obedient be The sable Night dis-log'd and now began Aurora's Vsher with his windy Fan Gently to shake the Woods on every side While his fair Mistress like a stately Bride With flowrs and Gems and Indian gold doth spangle Her louely locks her Louers looks to tangle When gliding through the Ayr in Mantle blew With siluer fring'd shee drops the Pearly deaw With her goes Abram out and the third day Arriues on Cedrons Margents greenly-gay Beholds the sacred Hil and with his Son Loaden with sacred wood he mounts anon Anon said Isaac Father heer I see Knife fire and faggot ready instantly But wher 's your Hoste Oh! let vs mount my Son Said Abram God will soon prouide vs one But scant had Isaac turn'd his face from him A little faster the steep Mount to climbe Yer Abram changed cheere and as new Winâ— Simile Working a-new in the new Cask in fine For beeing stopt too-soon and wanting vent Blowes-vp the Bung or doth the vessell rent Spews out a purple stream the ground doth stain With Bacchus colour where the cask hath layn So now the Tears which manly fortitude Did yerst as captiue in the Brain include At the deer names of Father and of Son On his pale Cheeks in pearly drops did run His eye 's ful vessels now began to leak And thus th' old Hebrew muttering gan to speak In submiss voyce that Isaac might not hear His bitter grief that he vnfoldeth heer Sad spectacle O now my hap-les hand Thou whetst a sword and thou do'st teend a brand The brand shal burn my heart the sword 's keen blade Shall my bloods blood and my lifes life inuade And thou poor Isaac bearest on thy back Wood that shall make thy tender flesh to crack And yield'st thee more for mine than thine amiss Both Priest and Beast of one same Sacrifice O hapless Son O more then hap-less Sire Most wicked wretch O what mis-fortune dire In-gulfs vs heer where miserable I To be true godly must Gods law deny To be true faithful must my faith transgress To be God's Son I must be nothing less Than Isaacs Sire and Isaac for my sake Must Soyl and Sire and life and all forsake Yet on he goes and soon surmounts the Mount And steel'd by Faith he cheers his mournful Front Much like the Delian Princess when her Grace Simile In Thetis Waues hath lately washt her face He builds his Altar lays his wood ther-on And tenderly bindes his deer Son anon Father said Isaac Father Father deer What do you turn away as loth to hear O Father tel me tel me what you mean O cruelty vn-knowen Is this the mean Wherby my loyns as promised long-since is Shal make you Grand-sire of so many Princes And shal I glorious if I heer do dy Fil Earth with Kings with shining Stars the Sky Back Phoebus blush go hide thy golden head Retire thy Coach to Thetis watery Bed See not this savage sight Shal Abram's minde Be milde to all and to his Son vn-kinde And shal great Abram do the damned deed That Lions Tygres Boars and Bears would dread See how incenst he stops his ear to me As dreaming stil on 's bloody mystery Lord how precise see how the Paricide Seems to make conscience in less sins to slide And he that means to murder me his Son Is scrupulous in smaller faults to run Yet Father hear me not that I desire With sugred words to quench your Anger 's fire In Gods's name reap the Grain yourself haue sowen Com take my life extracted from your own Glut with my blood your blade if you it please That I must die welcom my death mine ease But tell me yet my fault before I die That hath deserv'd a punishment so high Say Father haue I not conspir'd your death Or with strong poyson sought to stop your breath Haue I deuis'd to short my Mother's life Or with your Foestaen part in any strife O thou Ethereal Palace Crystalline God's highest Court If in this heart of mine So damned thoughts had ever any place Shut-vp for ever all thy Gates of Grace Against my Soule and neuer let that I Among thy winged Messengers do flie If none of these Abram for I no more Dare call thee Father tell me further-more What rests besides that damned I haue don To make a Father Butcher of his Son In memorie that fault I fain would haue That after God's I might your pardon craue For such offence and so th' Attonement driven You liue content and I may die forgiuen My Son said Hee thou art not hither brought By my fell furie nor thine own foul fault God our God calls thee and He will not let A Pagan sword in thy deer blood be wet Nor burning Plague nor any pining pain With Languor turn thy flesh to dust againe But Sacrifiç'd to him for sweet perfume Will haue thee heer within this fire consume What Fears my Loue my Life my Gem my Ioy What God commands his seruants must obey Without consulting with frail Flesh and Blood How he his promise will in time make good How he wil make so many Scepters spring From thy dead dust How He All-wise wil bring In his due season from thy sense-less Thighes The glorious Son of righteousnes to rise Who shal the Mountains bruise with yron Mace Rule Heav'n and Earth and the Infernal place For he that past the course of Natures kinde First gaue thee birth can with his sacred Winde Raise thee again out of the lowest iust Ten-thousand means he hath to saue the iust His glorious wisdom guides the worlds society With equall Reans of Power and of Piety Mine own sweet Isaac deerest of my seed Too sweet alas the more my grief doth bleed The more my loss the more with cease-less anguish My vexed Bowels for thy lack shall anguish Adue deer Son no longer mine but his Who call's thee hence let this vn-happy kiss Be the sad seal of a more sad Fare-wel Than wit can paint or words haue powr to tell Sith God commands and father you require To haue it so com Death no longer dire But glorious now com gentle death dispatch The Heav'ns are open God his arms doâ—h reach T' imbrace my Soule O! let me brauely fly To meet my Lord and Death's prowd darts defie What Father weep you now Ah! cease those showrs Weep not for me for I no more am yours I was the Lords yer I was born you knowe And he but lent me for a while to you Will you recoyl and
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
small in sinners sight But in the end the weight doth so encrease That Iustice leaues the sinner no release Like th' Vsurer who lends vpon the skore And makes the reckles debters debt the more What if the thundring Lord his iustice stay And for such sinne do not this tyrant slay The waters of the ground and in the aere Are in the hand of God then who is there That dare sediciously his yoke refuse Although he haue not water now to vse No no though heaven do seem serene and clear On euery part and wete doth not appear He may with moisture mildly wete the land As fell when Saul the Scepter had in hand Sam. 1. 12. For all the starres that do the heaven fulfill Are all but executors of his will All this could not the peoples thirst asswage But thus with murmurs they their Lords out-rage What shall we dye O sacred soldiers bolde For pleasure of our Lords these traytours olde What shall we dye on credit for to please These wyzard fooles who winks at our vnease Who with our blood would win them selfs renown So louable as neuer shal go down Nay nay let vs cut off this seruile chain To free our selfs let vs in hands retain The ruling of this towne the forte and all Least we into these deadly dangers fall Then like a wise Physician who persaue His patient that in feruent feuer raues Yet hights him more then Art can well performe So Prince Osias in this rurall storme He promist to the people their intent If God within fiue dayes no succonr sent Then Izak left their sorrowes all and some And present wo and fear of chance to com For that if they through this gat not their will At least they would auoyd the greatest ill But Iudith then whose eyes like fountains two Were neuer dry which witnest well her wo Right sad in sound th' Almighty she besought And on the sacred scriptures fed her thought Her prayers much auaylde to raise her spreet Aboue the skye and so the scriptures sweet A holy garden was where she might finde The medcyne meet for her molested minde Then Iudith reading there as was her grace She not by hazard hapned on that place Iudicum Where the lame handed Ahud for disdain To see the Iewes the Heathen yock sustain Sm ote Eglon with a dagger to the heft And from his flank the blood and life bereft The more she read the more she wonder had Of Ahuds act and hote desire her lad T' ensue his vertue yet her feeble kinde Empeached oft the purpose of her minde Proposing oft the horrour of the deed The fear of death the danger to succeed With haszard of her name and more then that Though she like wise the peoples freedom gat Yet for a man this act more seemly wear Than for a wife to handle sword or spear While Iudith thus with Iudith did debate A puffe of wind blew down that leaf by fate Discov'ring vp the story of Iaell how She droue a naile into Sisaras brow And â—lew that Pagan sleeping on her bed Who from the Hebrews furious hoast was fled In teaching vs albeit a tyrant flee Yet can he not auoy de the Lords decree This last example now such courage lent To feeble Iudith that she now was bent With wreakfull blade to slea and to diuorce The Heathen soule from such a sinfull corse But while she did her carefull minde imploy To finde som means to murder this Vizroy She heard report that made her hart to swoune Of the determination of the toune Then all the present perils to preuent Vnto the Rulers of the towne she went Reprouing them with words of bitter sweet What do ye mean O princes indiscreet Will ye the helping hand of God restrain And captiue it within your counsels vain Will ye include him vnder course of times Who made dayes years all seasons and their primes Do not abuse your selfs his power profound Is not to mens Imaginations bound God may all that he wills his will is iust God wils all good to them that in him trust Now fathers that which doth my hopereuiue Is onely this Ther is no wight on liue Within this towne that hath contracted hands To serue dumme Gods like folk of forrain Lands All sinnes are sinne but sure this sinne exceeds Our former faults by which our blinde misdeeds Offends the heaven by which the Lord of might Is frauded of his honours due and right In wresting of the title of his name To stocks and stones and metalls men do frame Since Izak then from such a fault is free Let vs to Gods protection cast our ee Consider that all Iuda rests in fear Aspecting onely our proceedings hear Consider that all Iacob in this tresse Will follow either our force or feeblenesse Consider that this house and altar stands Next vnder God vpholden with your hands Thinke that of Izrell whole ye keep the kaye Which if ye quite and giue this tyrant way Who more then death hates all of Izaks kinne Yee shall the name of kin-betrayers winne Then sayd the Captain I cannot deny That we offended haue the Lord most hye Vnwise are we our promises are vain But what we may not call our word again But if thou feele thy hart so sore opprest That moueth thee to tears for our vnrest Alas weep night and day and neuer tyre So that thy weepings may appease the yre Of that hie Iudge who hears in euery part The perfit prayer of the humble hart I will quoth she and if God giue me grace Repell the siege of this afflicted place By famous stroke But stay me in no wise But byde the ende of my bold enterprise And let me goe when night his mantle spreeds To th' enmies Camp Quoth he if thou wilt needs The great repressour of oppressors pride Preserue thy hart and hand and be thy guide FINIS THE SVMMARIE OF The IIII. BOOKE ACcording to the promis that Iudith made to the besieged Captaines in Bethulia she prepareth herselfe with armour meet for the execution of her enterprise to wit The inuocation of the name of God with a holy determination to deliuer her countrey from the hand of the Tyrant whom she deliberates to ouercome with the sweet and faire apparence of her amiable beutie and behauiour At her departing to the enemies camp our Poet introduceth one of the chief Captains of the town discriuing to another her stock and vp bringing with the progresse of her three estates Virginitie Mariage and Widowhood Thereby setting forth a singular example of all womanly behauiour vertue After her entrance to the Camp she is brought to Holophernes who was curious to knowe the cause of her comming there And after audience giuen he is so surprised with her beutie and eloquent language that she obtaineth licence to withdrawe herself by night to the next valley there to pray to God And continuing this exercise she requireth strength of the
thick-round Cloud ditect When not of force to thrust their rayes through-out-it In a round Crown they cast them round about-it Like as almost a burning candle put Simile Into a Closet with the door close shut Not able through the boords to send his light Out at the edges round about shines bright But in 's declining when Sols countenance Direct vpon a wat'rish Cloud doth glance A wat'rish Cloud which cannot easily Hold any longer her moist Tympany On the moist Cloud he limns his lightsom front Of the Rainbow and how it is made And with a gawdy Pencill paints vpon 't A blew-green-gilt Bowe bended ouer vs For th' aduerse Cloud which first receiueth thus Apollos rayes the same direct repells On the next Cloud and with his gold it mells Her various coulours like as when the Sun Simile At a bay-window peepeth in vpon A boule of water his bright beams aspect With trembling lustre it doth far reflect Against th' high seeling of the lightsom Hall With stately Fret-work ouer-crustod all On th' other side if the Cloud side-long sit And not beneath or iustly opposite How it comes to passe that sometimes appear diuers Suns and Moones at once To Sun or Moon then either of them Forms With strong aspect double or trebble Forms Vpon the same The Vulgar's then affright To see at once three Chariots of the Light And in the Welkin on Nights gloomy Throne To see at once more shining Moons then one But O fond Mortals Wherefore doo yee striue A check to mans Pride in striuing to yeeld reason in Nature of all these accidents With reach of Sense Gods wonders to retriue What proud desire rather what Furie's drift Boldens you God-less all Gods works to sift I lle not deny but that a learned man May yeeld some Reason if he list to scan Of all that moues vnder Heav'ns hollow Cope But not so sound as can all scruple stop And though he could yet should we euermore Praysing these tools extoll His fingers more Who works withall and many-waies doth giue To deadest things instantly soules to liue True Philosophy for Christians to apply all to their conscience for amendment of life Me thinks I hear when I doo hear it Thunder The voice that brings Swayns vp and Caesars vnder By that Towr-tearing stroak I vnderstand Th' vndaunted strength of the Diuine right hand When I behold the Lightning in the Skies Me thinks I seeth ' Almighties glorious eyes When I perceiue it Rain-down timely showrs Me thinks the Lord his horn of Plenty pours When from the Clouds excessiue Water spins Me thinks God weepes for our vnwept-for sins And when in Heav'n I see the Rain-bow bent I hold it for a Pledge and Argument That neuer more shall Vniuersall Floods Presume to mount ouer the tops of Woods Which hoary Atlas in the Clouds doth hide Or on the Crowns of Caucasus doo ride But aboue all my perced soule inclines When th' angry Heav'ns threat with Prodigious Signes When Natures order doth reuerse and change Preposterously into disorder strange Let all the Wits that euer suckt the brest All the learned in the World cannot out of the school of Nature giue reason for many things that are created in the High and Middle Regiōs of the Aire Of sacred Pallas in one Wit be prest And let him tell me if at least he can By rule of Nature or meer reach of man A sound and certain reason of the Cream The Wooll and Flesh that from the Clouds did stream Let him declare what cause could yerst beget Amid the Aire those drizzling showers of Wheate Which in Carinthia twice were seene to shed Wherof that people made them store of Bread God the great God of Heav'n sometimes delights The true cause of these Prodigies From top to toe to alter Natures Rites That his strange Works to Nature contrary May be fore-runners of some misery The drops of Fire which weeping Heav'n did showr Vpon Lucania when Rome sent the Flowr Exāples drawne out of the Historie of the Romās Iews Turks French both Ecclesiasticall and profane Of Italy into the wealthy Clime Which Euphrates fatts with his fruitfull slime Persag'd that Parthians should the next yeer tame The proud Lucanians and nigh quench their Name The clash of Arms and clang of Trumpets heard High in the Aire when valiant Romans warr'd Victoriously on the now-Canton'd Suisses Cymbrians and Almans hewing all in peeces Gainst Epicures profane assertions showe That 't is not Fortune guides this World belowe Thou that beheld'st from Heav'n with triple Flashes Cursed Olympius smitten all to ashes For Blasphemies 'gainst Th' ONE Eternall-THREE Dar'st thou yet belch against the TRINITIE Dar'st thou profane spit in the face of God Who for blasphemers hath so sharpe a rod Iews no more Iews no more of Abr'ham Sons But Turks Tartarians Scythians Lestrigons Say what you thought what thought you when so long A flaming Sword ouer your Temple hung But that the Lord would with a mighty arm The righteous vengeance of his wrath perform On you and yours that what the Plague did leaue Th' insatiate gorge of Famine should bereaue And what the Plague and Famine both did spare Should be clean gleaned by the hand of War That sucking Infants crying for the teat Self-cruell Mothers should vnkindely eat And that yer long the share and coultar should Rub off their rust vpon your Roofs of gold And all because you cursed crucifi'd The Lord of life who for our ransom dy'd The ruddy Fountain that with bloud did flowe Th' huge Fiery Rock the thundring Heav'ns did throwe Into Liguria and the Bloudy Crosses Seen on mens garments seem'd with open voices To cry aloud that the Turks swarming hoast Should pitch his proud Moons on the Genoan coast The Poet seuere ly taxeth his Countrymen for not marking or not making vse of strange exextrarordinary tokens of Gods imminent displeasure O Frantick France why dost not Thou make vse Of strangefull Signes whereby the Heav'ns induce Thee to repentance Canst thou tear-lesse gaze Euen night by night on that prodigious Blaze That hairy Comet that long streaming Star Which threatens Earth with Famine Plague and War Th' Almighty's Trident and three-forked fire Wherwith he strikes vs in his greatest Ire But what alas can Heauens bear threatnings vrge Sith all the sharpe Rods which so hourely scourge Thy sens-lesse back cannot so much as wrest One single sigh from thy obdurate brest Thou drink'st thine own bloud thine owne flesh thou eatest In what most harms theethy delight is greatest O sens-less Folk sick of a Lethargy Who to the death despise your Remedy Like froward Iades that for no striking stur But wax more restif still the more we spur The more your wounds more your securenes growes Fat with afflictions as an Asse with blowes And as the sledge hardens with strokes the steel So the more beaten still the less ye feel
The true Image of Ciuill warre That stocked thear he now can stir no furder While th' Elephant but to no purpose strives With 's winding Trunk t' vndoo his wounding gyves His furious fo thrusts in his nose his nose Then head and all and thear-withall doth close His breathing passage but his victory Hee ioyes not long for his huge Enimy Falling down dead doth with his waighty Fall Crush him to death that caus'd his death withall Like factious French-men whose fell hands pursue Simile In their own brests their furious blades t' imbrew While pitty-les hurried with blinded zeal In her own bloud they bathe their Common-weal When as at Dreux S t. Denis and Mountcounter Their parricidiall bloody swords incounter Making their Country as a Tragik Tomb T'interr th' Earths terror in her hap-les womb Or like our own late YORK and LANCASTER Simile Ambitious broachers of that Uiper-War Which did the womb of their own Dam deuour And spoyl'd the freshest of fair ENGLAND'S Flowr When WHITE and RED ROSE against ROSE they stood Brother'gainst Brother to the knees in blood While WAKE-FIELD BARNET and S t. ALBON'S streets Were drunk with deer blood of PLANTAGENETS Whear either Conquer'd and yet neither Won Sith by them both was but their Owne vndon Neer th' Elephant coms th' horned * Alias Gyraffa alias Anabula an Indian Sheep or a wilde Sheep The Hirable Camell Bull. Asse Horse Hirable Stream-troubling Camell and strong-necked Bull The lazy-pased yet laborious Asse The quick proud Courser which the rest doth passe For apt address Mars and his Master loving After his hand with ready lightnes moving This out of hand will self aduance and bound Corvet pase manage turn and trot the Round That follows loose behind the Groom that keeps-him This kneeleth down the while-his Master leaps-him This runns on Corn-Ears and ne'r bends their quills That on the Water and ne'r wets his heels In a fresh Troup the fearful Hare I note The Hare The Connie Goat Sheep Swine Deere Th' oblivious Conney and the brouzing Goat The sloathfull Swine the golden-fleeced Sheep The light-foot Hart which every yeer doth weep As a sad Recluse for his branched head That in the Spring-time hee before hath shed O! what a sport to see a Heard of them Take soyl in Sommer in som spacious stream One swims before another on his chine Nigh half-vpright doth with his brest incline On that another and so all doo ride Each after other and still when their guide Growes to be weary and can lead no more He that was hindmost coms and swims before Like as in Cities still one Magistrate Bears not the Burthen of the common State But having past his Yeer he doth discharge On others shoulders his sweet-bitter Charge But of all Beasts none steadeth man so much As doth the Dog his diligence is such A faithfull Guard a watchfull Sentinell A painfull Purvayor that with perfect smell Provides great Princes many a dainty mess A friend till death a helper in distress Dread of the Wolf Fear of the fearfull Thief Fierce Combatant and of all Hunters chief There skips the Squirrell seeming Weather-wise Squirrel Without beholding of Heav'ns twinkling eyes For knowing well which way the winde will change Hee shifts the portall of his little Grange Ther 's th' wanton Weazell and the wily Fox Weazell Foxe Monkey Ciuit Cat. The witty Monkey that mans action mocks The sweat-sweet Ciuet deerly fetcht from far For Courtiers nice past Indian Tarnassar There the wise Beuer who pursu'd by foes Beuer or Bezar Tears-off his codlings and among them throwes Knowing that Hunters on the Pontik Heath Doo more desire that ransom then his death There the rough Hedge-hog who to shun his thrall Hedgehog Shrinks vp himself as round as any Ball And fastning his slowe feet vnder his chin On 's thistly bristles rowles him quickly in But th' Ey of Heav'n beholdeth nought more strange Then the Chameleon who with various change Chameleon Receiues the colour that each obiect giues And food-les else of th' Aire alonely liues My blood congeals my sodain swelling brest Can hardly breathe with chill cold cakes opprest My hair doth stare my bones for fear do quake My colour changes my sad heart doth shake And round about Deaths Image ghastly-grim Before mine eys all-ready seems to swim O! who is he that would not be astound To be as I am heer environ'd round With cruell'st Creatures which for Mastery Creatures venomous and offensiue to man Haue vow'd against vs end-less Enmity Phoebus would faint Alcides self would dread Although the first drad Python conquered And th' other vanquisht th' Erymanthian Boar The Némean Lion and a many more What strength of arm or Art-full stratagem From Nile's fell Rover could deliver them The Crocodile Who runs and rowes warring by Land and Water 'Gainst Men and Fishes subiect to his slaughter Or from the furious Dragon which alone Dragon Set on a Roman Army whearupon Stout Regulus as many Engines spent As to the ground would Carthage walls haue rent What shot-free Corslet or what counsail crafty 'Gainst th' angry Aspick could assure them safety Aspick Who faithful husband over hill and Plain Pursues the man that his deer Pheer hath slain Whom he can finde amid the thickest throng And in an instant venge him of his wrong What shield of Aiax could avoid their death By th' Basilisk whose pestilentiall breath Basilisk Doth pearce firm Marble and whose banefull ey Wounds with a glance so that the soundest dy Lord if so be thou for mankinde didst rear Why God created such noysom and dangerous creatures Sin the occasion of the hurt they can do vs. This rich round Mansion glorious every whear Alas why didst thou on This Day create These harmfull Beasts which but exasperate Our thorny life O! wert thou pleas'd to form Th' innammel'd Scorpion and the Uiper-worm Th' horned Cerastes th' Alexandrian Skink Th' Adder and Drynas full of odious stink Th' Eft Snake and Dipsas causing deadly Thirst Why hast thou arm'd them with a rage so curst Pardon good God pardon mee 't was our pride Not thou that troubled our first happy tyde And in the Childehood of the World did bring Th' Amphisbena her double banefull sting Before that Adam did revolt from Thee And curious tasted of the sacred Tree He lived King of Eden and his brow Was never blankt with pallid fear as now The fiercest Beasts would at his word or beck Bow to his yoak their self-obedient neck As now the ready Horse is at command Simile To the good Rider's spur or word or wand And doth not wildely his own will perform But his that rules him with a steddy arm Yea as forgetfull of so foul offence God hath giuen v◠wisedome to auoid and vanquish them Thou left'st him yet sufficient wisdom whence He might subdue and to his seruice stoop
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
thus their filthy blasphemy New obiectioÌ„ of Atheists concerning the capacity of the Ark. Who will beleeve but shallow-brained Sheep That such a ship scarce thirty Cubits deep Thrice fifty long and but onâ—e fifty large So many months could bear so great a charge Sith the proud Horse the rough-skinn'd Elephant The lusty Bull the Camell water-want And the Rhmocerot would with their fodder Fill-vp a Hâ—lk faâ—r deeper longer broader O profane mockers if I but exclude Answere Out of this Vâ—ssell a vast multitude Of since-born mongrels that deriue their birth From monstrous medly of Venerian mirth Fantastik Mules and spotted Leopards Of incest-heat ingendred afterwards So many sorts of Dogs of Cocks and Doves Since dayly sprung from strange and mingled loues Wherein from time to time in various sort Dedalian Nature seems her to disport If playner yet I proue you space by space And foot by foot that all this ample place By subtill iudgement made and Symmetrie Miâ—ht lodge so many creatures handsomly Sith euery brace was Geometricall Nought resteth Momes for your reply at all If who dispute with God may be content To take for currant Reasons argument But heer t' admire th' Al-mighties powrfull hand An vn-answerable answer to all profane obiections I rather loue and silence to command To mans discourse what he hath said is don For euermore his word and deed are one By his sole arm the Gallions Masters saw Themselues safe rescu'd from Deaths yawning iaw And offer-vpto him in zealous wise The Peace full sent of sweet burnt-sacrifice And send with-all above the starry Pole These winged sighes from a religious soule World-shaking Father Windes-King calming-Seas With milde aspect behold vs Lord appease Thine Anger 's tempest and to safety bring The planks escap't from this sad Perishing And bound for ever in their ancient Caues These stormy Seas deep World-deuouring waues Increase quoth God and quickly multiply Cömandements Prohibitions Promises of God to Noah and his Posterity And fill the World with fruitfull Progeny Resume your Scepter and with new beheasts Bridle again the late revolted Beasts Re-exercise your wonted rule again It is your office over them to raign Deer Children vse them all take kill and eat But yet abstain and doe not take for meat Their ruddy soule and leaue O sacred seed To rav'ning Fowls of strangled flesh to feed I I am holy be you holy then I deeply hate all cruell bloody men Therefore defile not in your brothers blood Your guilty hands refrain from cruell mood Fly homicide doe not in any case In man mine Image brutishly deface The cruell man a cruell death shall taste And blood with blood be venged first or last For evermore vpon the murderers head My roaring storms of fury shall be shed From hence-forth fear no second Flood that shall The Rain Bowe giueÌ„ for a Pledg of the Promise that there shall be no more generall Flood Cover the whole face of this earthly Ball I assure ye no no no I swear to you And who hath ever found mine Oath vntrue Again I swear by my thrice-sacred Name And to confirm it in the Clouds I frame This coloured Bowe When then som tempest black Shall threat again the fearfull World to wrack When water-loaden Heav'ns your Hils shal touch When th' ayr with Midnight shall your Noon be-pitch Your cheerfull looks vp to this Rain-bowe cast For though the same on moystful Clouds be plaç't Though hemm'd with showrs and though it seem to sup To drown the World all th' Oceans waters vp Yet shall it when you seem in danger sink Make you of me me of my promise think Noah looks-vp and in the Ayr he views Description of the Rayn-Bowe A semi-Circle of a hundred hews Which bright ascending toward th' aethereall thrones Hath a lyne drawn between two Orizons For iust Diameter an even-bent bowe Contriv'd of three whereof the one doth showe To be all painted of a golden hew The second green the third an orient blew Yet so that in this pure blew-golden-green Still Opal-like som changeable is seen A Bowe bright-shining in th' Arch-Archers hand Whose subtill string seems levell with the Land Half-parting Heav'n and over vs it bends Within two Seas wetting his horned ends A temporall beauty of the lampfull skies Where powrfull Nature showes her freshest dies What it signifieth And if you onely blew and red perceiue The same as signes of Sea and Fire conceiue Of both the flowing and the flaming Doom The Iudgement past and Iudgement yet to come Then having call'd on God our second Father Noah falls to Husbandry and tills the Earth as he had done before the Flood Suffers not sloth his arms together gather But fals to work and wisely now renew'th The Trade he learn'd to practice in his youth For the proud issue of that Tyrant rude That first his hand in brothers bloud imbrewd As scorning Ploughs and hating harm-less tillage And wantons prising less the homely village With fields and Woods then th' idle Citties-shades Imbraced Laws Scepters and Arts and Trades But Seths Sons knowing Nature soberly Content with little fell to Husbandry There to reducing with industrious care The Flocks and Droues cover'd with wooll and hair As prayse-full gain and profit void of strife Art nurse of Arts and very life of life So the bright honour of the Heav'nly Tapers Had scarcely boxed ali th' Earths dropsie vapours When hee that sav'd the store-seed-World from wrack Began to delve his fruitfull Mothers back And there soon-after planteth heedfully The brittle branches of the Nectar-tree For 'mong the pebbles of a pretty hill To the warm Suns ey lying open still He plants a vine He sets in furrows or in shallow trenches The crooked Vines choice scyons shoots and branches In March he delves them re-re-delves and dresses Cuts props and proins and God his work so blesses That in the third September for his meed The plentious Vintage doth his hopes exceed Then Noah willing to beguile the rage He is ouer-taken with Wine Of bitter griefs that vext his feeble age To see with mud so many Roofs o're-growen And him left almost in the World alone One-day a little from his strictness shrunk And making merry drinking over-drunk And silly thinking in that hony-gall To drown his woes he drowns his wits and all Description of a drunken-man His head growes giddy and his foot indents A mighty fume his troubled brain torments His idle prattle from the purpose quite Is abrupt stuttering all confus'd and light His wine-stuft stomack wrung with winde he feels His trembling Tent all topsi-turuie wheels At last not able on his legs to stand More like a foul Swine then a sober man Opprest with sleep he wallows on the ground His shame-lesse snorting trunk so deeply drownd In self oblivion that he did not hide Those parts that Caesar covered when he died Ev'n as the Ravens with windy
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
before Simile With lingring hope brings-forth with painfull groans But once in twelve yeers but one Calf at once All 's white with their wool all their Cattle proves Stil stil increasing like to Stares and Doves Their Wealth so growes that wantoniz'd withall â—arre begun betweene his Seruants and the seruants of Lot Their envious Shepheards broach a civill Brawl But least this Mischief by the Grooms begun Between their Masters might vnkindely run The grave-milde Grand-sire of the Faithfull there And Ammon's Father to cut-off the fear Of farther strife and to establish rather Their Mindes then Bodies in a league together Divided duly with a deep fore-sight Their Flocks and Heards in number infinite Then pleas'd and parted both go liue a-part Abram Lot to shun contention part company The Vnkle kept the Mountain for his part For 's Nephew chose the fat and flowery Plain And euen to Sodom stretcht his Tent and Train And dwelling there becam a Citizen Among those monstrous Nature-forcing Men. O Lot alas what lot hast thou elect Lot dwels at Sodome Th' eternal verdure and the trim prospect The plentious Pastures and the purling Springs Whose fibrous silver thousand Tributes brings To wealthy Iordan watering so the soil Like Gods owne Garden doth thy sense beguile Blindeth thy iudgemet makes thee miserable To seat thee with a People execrable Whose War-thrall'd woes and odious villanies To springs of tears shall turn thy tender eyes Elam's proud King great Chedor-laomer The battaile of Siddim fought by the king of Elam with his coÌ„federates against the Kings oâ— Sodome and Gomorrha with theirs Leagued with Arioch King of Ellazar The Soveraign of the Nations Thadael And with the King of Shynaar Amraphel Made war against the Kings of Sodoma Gomorrha Zeböim Zoar Adamah Who subiect to him for twelue years before Rebelled now and cast the yoak they bore Both Camps appoach their bloudy rage doth rise And even the face of Cowards terriblize New Martial heat inflames their mindes with ire Their bloud is moov'd their heart is all on fire Their cheerfull limbs seeming to march too slowe Longing to meet the fatall drums out-goe And even already in their gesture fight Th' iron-footed coursers lusty fresh and light Marying their Masters cause and courage both Snowe all the field with a white foming froth And prancing with their load as proud withall With loud-proud neighings for the Combat call Now both the Hoasts march forward furiously The Plain between soon shrinketh equally First in the aire begins a fight of dust Then on the Earth both Armies bravely ioust Braue yet it was for yet one might behold Bright swords and shields and plumed helms of gold Vn-goard with bloud no Cask had lost his head No Horse his load no scattered Corps lay dead But on our Corn-fields towards harvest-time Comparison For punishment of som in gratefull crime Th' incensed hand of Heav'ns Almighty King Never more thick doth slippery Ice-pearls fling Than heer the arrows showr on every side An iroâ— Cloud Heav'ns angry face doth hide From Souldiers sight and flying weapons then For lack of ground fall vpon horse or men Ther 's not a shaft but hath a man for White Nor stone but lightly in warm bloud doth light Or if that any fail their foes to hit In fall in flight themselues they enter-split The wounds com all from Heav'n the bravest hee Kils and is kild of him he doth not see Without an aim the Dart-man darts his spear And Chaunce performs th' effect of Valour there As two stout Rams both Ieloux-phrensie-sick Simile A front two flocks spurr'd on with anger's prick Rush-on each other with tempestuous shock And butting boisterous horns and heads do knock So these two Armies enterchanged blowes And doubling steps and strokes vpon their Foes First flesh their Launces and their Pikes imbrew Then with their swords about them keenly heaw Then stab with daggers standing brauely too-'t Till Foe to Foe they charge them foot to foot So neer that oft ones Targets pike doth pearce Anothers Shield and sends him to his Herse And gawdy plumes of Foes be-Cedered braue Oft on their Foes vn-plumed crests do waue Of all their stroaks scarce any stroak is vain Yet stand they firm and still the fight maintain Still fronting Death they face to face abide None turn their backs no neither shrink a-side Of their owne blood as of their Foe 's as frank But too-too-tyred som at last dis-rank Then Threats and Cries and Plaints redoubled ay And so pel-mel rage-blinded Mars doth play That now no more their Colours they discern But knowing none to all are strangely stern The Palestine fights vnder Elams Standard The Shinarite with Sodoms Ensignos wander'd Euen as two swarms of busie Buzzers mounting Simile Amid the ayr and mutually affronting Mingle their Troups one goes another coms Another turns a clowd of Moatlings hums Aboue our heads who with their cipres wings Decide the Quarrell of their little Kings Either of which a hundred times a minute Doth lose a Souldier and as oft re-win-it But may one hope in Champions of the Chamber A martial braue of an olde Captain against the eâ—feminate softnes and delicacie of Carpet Knights Soft Carpet-Knights all senting Musk and Amber Whose chief delight is to be ouer-com Vn-daunted hearts that dare to Over-com In Woman-Men a manly Constancy In wanton Arms vn-wearied Valiancy No no Gomorrha this is not the place For quav'ring Lutes a warbling Voice to grace No filthy Sâ—dom 't is not heer the game To play with Males inspight of Natures name No Zeböim heer are no Looking-Glasses For Para-Nymphs to gaze their painted faces To starch Mustachoes and to prank in print And curl the Lock with fauours brayded in 't No Adamah we spend not heer the day In Dancing Courting Banquetting and Play Nor lastly Zoar is it heer the guise Of silken Mock Mars for a Mistress-Prize With Reed-like Launce and with a blunted Blade To Championize vnder a Tented shade As at your Tourneys Therfore to your Mew Lay-down your weapons heer 's no Work for you 'T is heer the Fashion and the pride of Wars To paint the face with sweat dust blood and scars Our Glass is heer a bright and glistring shield Our Satten steel the Musick of the Field Doth rattle like the Thunders dreadfull roar Death tilteth heer The Mistress we adore Is Victory true Soveraign of our hearts Who without danger graceth no Deserts Dead carcasses perfume our dainty Nose Our Banquets heer be Banquets for the Crowes Fly therefore Cowards fly and turn your backs As you were wont in your thought-shaming acts But with our Swords and Launces in your haste Through-thrilled Villains this shall be your last Said Amraphel and charg'd them in such sort That 't seems a suddain Whirl-winde doth transport Their fainting Troups Som best-aduised fly Defeature of the Sodomitâ—s To tops of Mountains that do neighbour by
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 â—â—â— 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 ouâ—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 rescâ—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
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
wil-full will not hear The SONG OF MOSES Hearken O Heavens and O thou Earth give ear Vnto my voice and Witness on-my part Before the Lord my zeal and their hard hart O Heav'n and Earth attend vnto my Song Hear my discourse which sweetly slides along As silver showrs on the dry Meads do trill And hony deaws on tender grass distill God grant I pray that in their hearts my Verse As water on the withered Lawns may pearce And that the hony dropping from my tongue May serve the olde for rain for deaw the young I sing th' Eternal O let Heav'n and Earth Com praise him with me sound his glory forth Extol his Powr his perfect Works record Truth Goodnes Greatnes Iustice of the Lord. But though for ever He have showen him such His children yet no Children rather-much A Bastard Race full of malicious sin All kinde of vice have foully wallowed in O foolish People doost thou thus requight His Father-care who fenç't thee day and night As with a Shield Who chose thee as his heir Who made thee of so foule a masse so fair Vn-winde the bottom of olde Times again Of Ages past vn-reel the snarled skain Ask of thy Parents and they shall declare Thine Elders and they 'll tell thee Wonders rare They 'll tell thee how when first the Lord had spred Men on the Earth and iustly levelled His strait long Measure th' All-Bal to divide He did for thee a plentious Land provide For his deer IACOB whom his favour then Seem'd t' have sequestred from the rest of men To th' end his Blessed Seed in future age Should be his Care Love Lot and Heritage They 'll tell thee too how through the sandy horro◠Of a vast Desart Den of ghastly Terror Of Thirst and Hunger and of Serpents fell He by the hand conducted ISRAEL Yea of his goodnes to direct him still By Word and Writ show'd him his sacred Will Vnder his wings shade hid him tenderly And held him deer as apple of his ey As is the royall Eagle's sacred wont When she would teach her tender Birds to mount To flie and cry about her Nest to cheer-them And when they faint on her wingd back to bear-them God without aid of other Gods or Graces Safe guide hath made him mount the highest Places Suck Oyl and Hony from the Rocks distilling In plentious Land with pleasant Fruits him filling He gave him Milk and Butter for his meat Kid Lamb and Mutton and the flowr of Wheat And for his Drink a most delicious Wine The spright full bloud of the broad-spreading Vine But waxen fat he lifts his wanton heel Against his God to whom his Soule should kneel Forsakes his Maker and contemns the Same That saved him from danger death and shame Then he inflam'd the fury of the Lord With profane bowing to false Gods abhord With serving Idols and with Sacrificing To Fiends and Phansies of his owne devising For vain false Gods Gods vn-renown'd and new Gods that his Fathers nor he neuer knew He hath forgot the true eternall BEEING The God of whom he holdes his bliss and being God saw it well and Ielously a-fire Against his Children thus he threats his ire No I will hide the brightnes of my face I 'll take from them the treasures of my grace Then let vs see what will of them becom But what but mischife can vnto them com That so perverse with every puff let fly Their Faith sole constant in inconstancy Th' have made me ieloux of a God no God I 'll make them ieloux I will Wed abroad A People yet no People And their brest Shall split for spight to see the Nations blest Devouring Fire that from my heart doth fume Shall fiercely burn and in my wrath consume The deep of Deeps the middle Downs and Fields And strong foundations of the steepest Hils I 'll spend on them my store of Punishments And all mine Arrows Famine Pestilence Wilde Beasts and Worms that basely crawling are Without remorse shall make them end-les War Abroad the Sword their strong men shall devour At home through Fear the Virgin in her flowr The fresh young Youth the sucking Children small And hoary head dead to the ground shall fall Yea even already would I quite deface And clean destroy them I would IACOB race Raze his Memoriall from the Earth for ay But that I fear the Heathen thus would say We have preuail'd we by our strength alone Have quell'd this People and them over-throwen 'T was not their God that did it for their Sins No He himself is vanquisht with his Friends Ha! sottish blocks void of all sense and sight Could one man put a thousand men to flight And two ten thousand if the God of Arms Had not even solde their Troops and bound their arms For God our God doth all their Gods surpass They knowe it well but their Wine springs alas From SODOM's Vine and grew in GOMER's fields Which Gall for Grapes for Raysins Poyson yeelds It is no Wine no the black bane it is The killing vomit of the Cockatrice 'T is bitter venom 't is the same that coms From the fel ASPIK's foul infecting gums Do not I knowe it keep not I account In mine Exchequer how their Sins do mount Vengeance is mine I will in fine repay In my due time I will not long delay Their Ruin posteth then th' Omnipotent Shall iudge for IACOB then I will repent To quite-destroy mine owne beloved People Seeing their strength all fail'd and wholly feeble 'T will then be said Where are there Gods becom Their deaf dull Idols sent-les sight-les dumb To whom they lift their hearts and hands and eyes And as their Guards so oft did sacrifice Now let those trim Protectors them protect Let them them rise quickly and defend their Sect Their Fires and Altars and com stand before To shield the Fondlings that their Fanes adore Knowe therfore Mortals I th' IMMORTAL am There 's none like Me in or above this Frame I wound I heal I kill I fetch from Grave And from my hands none can the Sinner save I 'll lift my hand toward th' arched Heav'ns on high And swear with-all by mine Eternity Which onely Beeing gives to all to Been That if I whet my Sword of Vengeance keen If once I say as soverain King alone I sit me down on my high Iustice Throne I 'll venge me roughly on mine Enemies And guerdon iustly their iniquities My heart-thrill Darts I will make drunk with blood I 'll glut my Sword with slaughter all the brood Of rebell Nations I will race in fine To recompence the blood and death of Mine O Gentiles then his People praise and fear Sith to the Lord it is so choisely-deer Sith Hee 'll auenge his Cause and beating down His Enemies will mildly cheer his Owne FINIS The CAPTAINES THE IIII. PART OF THE III. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Iust Duked IOSVAH cheers the Abramides To CANAAN's
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
am dead Be gratious to my Blood and raze not fell My Name and Issue out of Israel Thus sayd the King and tears out-went his words A pale despair his heavy hart still-girds His feeble spirit praesaging his Miss-fortune Doth every-kinde of Oracles importune Suspicious seeks how Clotho's Clew doth swell And cast of Heav'n wil needs consult with Hell In Endor dwelt a Beldam in those dayes The Woman Witch of Endor Deep-skild in Charms for this weak sex always Hath in all Times ben taxt for Magik Tricks As pronest Agents for the Prince of Styx Whether because their soft moist supple brain Doth easie print of every seal retain Or whether wanting Force and Fames desert Those Wyzards ween to winn it by Black-Art This Stygian scum the Furies fury fell This Shop of Poysons hideous Type of Hell This sad Erinnys Milcom's Fauourite Chamosh his Ioye and Belzebubs delight Delights alonely for her exercise In secret Murders soudain Tragoedies Her drink the blood of Babes her dainty Feast Mens Marrow Brains Guts Livers late deceast At Weddings aye for Lamps she lights debates And quiet Loue much more then Death she hates Or if she reak of Love 't is but to trap Som severe Cato in incestuous Lap Somtimes they say she dims the Heav'nly Lamps She haunts the Graues she talks with Ghosts she stamps And Cals-vp Spirits and with a wink controules Th' infernal Tyrant and the tortur'd Soules Arts admiration Izraels Ornament That as a Queen Command'st each Element And from the Toomb deceased Trunks canst raise Th' vnfaithfull King thus flatters her with prayse On steepest Mountains stop the swiftest Currents From driest Rocks draw rapid-rowling Torrents And fitly hasten Amphitrites Flood Or stay her Eb as to thy self seems good Turn day to night hold Windes within thy hand Make the Sphears moue and the Sun still to stand Enforce the Moon so with thy Charms som-times That for a stound in a deep Swoun she seems O thou al-knowing Spirit daign with thy spell To raise-vp heer renowned Samuel To satisfie my doubtfull soule in sum The issue of my Fortunes yet to com Importun'd twice or thrice she that before Resembled one of those grim Ghosts of yore Which she was was wont with her vn-holsom breath To re-bring-back from the black gates of death Growes now more gastly and more Ghost-like grim Right like to Satan in his Rage-full Trim. The place about darker then Night she darkes Shee yelles she roars she houles she brayes she barkes And in vn-heard horrid Barbarian tearms She mutters strange and execrable Charmes Of whose Hell-raking Nature-shaking Spell These odious words could scarce be hearkned well Eternall Shades infernall Dëities Death Horrors Terrors Silence Obsequies Demons dispatch If this dim stinking Taper Be of mine owne Sons fat if heer for paper I write detested on the tender skins Of time-les Infants and abortiue Twins Torn from the wombe these Figures figure-les If this black Sprinkle tuft with Virgins tress Dipt at your Altar in my kinsmans blood If well I smell of humane flesh my food Haste haste you Fiends you subterranean Pow'rs If impiously as fits these Rites of yours I haue invok't your grizly Maiesties Harken O Furies to my Blasphemies Regard my Charms and mine inchanting Spell Reward my Sins and send vp Samuel From dismall darknes of your deep Abysse To answer me in what my pleasure is Dispatch I say black Princes quick why when Haue I not Art for one to send you ten When stubborn Ghost The Palfraies of the Sun Doo fear my Spells and when I spur they run The Planets bow the Plants giue ear to me The Forrests stoop and even the strongest Tree At driery sound of my sad whisperings Doth Prophecie fore telling future things Yea maugre Ioue by mine almighty Charms Through Heav'n I thunder with imperious Arms And comst not thou O so I see the Sage I see th' ascent of som great man his age His sacred habite and sweet-graue aspect Som God-like raies about him round reflect Hee 's ready now to speak and plyant too To cleer thy doubtings without more a doo Saul flat adores and wickedly-devout The fained Prophets least word leaues not out What dost thou Saul ô Izraels Soveraign Against those that resort to Witches Witches of late feard only thy disdain Now th' are thy stay O wretch doost thou not knowe One cannot vse th' ayde of the Powers belowe Without som Pact of Counter-Seruices By Prayers Perfumes Homage and Sacrifice And that this Art meer Diabolicall It hurteth all but th' Author most of all And also that the impious Atheïst The Infidel and damned Exorcist Differ not much Th' one Godhead quight denies Th' other for God foul Satan magnifies Th' other Satan by Inchantment strange Into an Angell of the Light doth change When as God would his voyce thou wouldst not hear Now he forbids thee thou consult'st els-where Whom living Prophet thou neglect'st abhorr'st Him dead thou seek'st and his dead Trunk ador'st And yet not him nor his forth ' ougly Fiend Hath no such power vpon a Saint t' extend Against th' illusion of Sathan false Apparitiōs and Walking Spirit◠Who fears no force of the blasphemous Charms Of mumbling Beldams or Hels damned Arms From all the Poysons that those powers contriue Charm-charming Faith 's a full Preservatiue In Soule and Body both He cannot come For they re-ioyne not till the day of doom His Soule alone cannot appeer for why Soules are invisible to mortall eye His Body only neither can it be For dust to dust that soon corrupts we see Besides all this if 't were true Samuel Should not alas thine eye-sight serue as well To see and knowe him as this Sorceresse This hatefull Hag this old Enchanteresse This Divell incarnate whose drad Spell commands The rebell-Fury of th' Infernall Bands Hath Lucifer not Art enough to fain A Body fitting for his turn and train And as the rigor of long Cold congeals Simile To harsh hard Wooll the running Water-Rils Cannot he thicken thinnest parts of Air Commixing Vapours glew-them hue them fair Simile Even as the Rain-Bowe by the Suns reflection Is painted fair in manifold complection A Body which we see all-ready formd But yet perceiue not how it is performd A Body perfect in apparant showe But in effect and substance nothing so A Body hart-les lung-les tongue-les too Where Satan lurks not to giue life ther-to But to the end that from this Counter-mure More covertly he may discharge more sure A hundred dangerous Engins which he darts Against the Bulwarks of the bravest harts That in the Sugar even of sacred Writ He may em-pill vs with som Banefull bit And that his counterfait and fained lips Laying before vs all our hainous slips And Gods drad Iudgements and iust Indignation May vnder-mine our surest Faiths Foundation But let vs hear now what he saith O Saul What frantick fury art thou moov'd with-all To now re-knit my broken
Pestilence In hate of thee th' Air thick and sloathful breeds No â—lowe Disease both yong and old itspeeds All are indifferent For through all the Land It spreads almost in turning of a hand To the so-sick hard seems the softest plumes Flames from his eys from 's mouth come Iakes-like fumes His head his neck his bulk his legs doth tire Outward all water inward all a-fire With a deep Cough his spungy Lungs he wastes Black Blood and Choler both at-once he casts His voices passage is with Biles be-layd His Soul's Interpreter rough foul and flayd Thought of the Grief it 's rigor oft augments 'Twixt Hope and fear it hath no long suspence With the Disease Death ioyntly traverseth Th' Infections stroak is even the stroak of Death Art yeelds to th' anguish Reason stoops to rage Physicians skill himself doth ill engage The streets too still the Town all out of Town All Dead or Fled vnto the halowed ground The howling Widow though she lov'd him deer Yet dares not follow her dead husbands Beer Each mourns his Losse each his owne Case complains Pel-mel the liuing with the dead remains As a good-natur'd and wel-nurtur'd Chyld â—mile Found in a fault by 's Master sharply myld Blushing and bleaking betwixtshame and fear With down-cast eyes laden with many a tear More with sad gesture than with words doth craue An humble Pardon of his Censor graue So Dauid hearing th' holy Prophets Threat Dauids Repentance He apprehends Gods Iudgements dradly-great And thrill'd with fear flies for his sole defence To pearly Tears Mournings and sad Laments Off-goes his Gold his Glory treads he down His Sword his Scepter and his pretious Crown He fasts he prayes he weeps he grieues he grones His hamous Sins he bitterly be-mones And in a Cauehard-by he roareth out A sigh-full Song so dolefully devout That even the Stone doth groan and pearç't withall Le ts it's salt tears with his sad tears to fall Ay-gracious Lord thus Sings he night and day Psal. 51. Wash wash my Soule in thy deep Mercies sea O Mercy Mercy Lord alowd he Cries And Mercy Mercy still the Rock replyes Application to France O God my God sith for our grievous Sin Which will-full we so long haue weltred in Thou powr'st the Torrents of thy Vengeance down On th' azure Field with Golden Lillies sow'n Sith every moment thy iust Angerdrad Roars thunders lightens on our guilty head Sith Famine Plague and War with bloody hand Doo all at once make havock of this Land Make vs make vse of all these Rods aright That we may quench with our Tears-water quight Thine Ire-full Fier our former Vices spurn And true-reform'd Iustice to Mercy turn And so O Father fountain of all Good The like to England now for many yeares together grieuously afflicted with the Plague Ocean of Iustice Mercie 's bound-les Flood Since for Our Sins exceeding all the rest As most ingrate-ful though most rarely blest After so long Long-Sufferance of Thine So-many Warnings of thy Word diuine So-many Threatnings of thy dread-full Hand So-many Dangers seap't by Sea and Land So-many Blessings in so good a King So-many Blossoms of that fruit-ful Spring So-many Foes abroad and False at home So-many Reskueâ— from the rage of Rome So-many Shields against so many Shot So-many Mercies in that Powder-Plot So light regarded and so soon forgot Since for Our Sins so many and so great So little mov'd with Promise or with Threat Thou now at last as a iust ielouze God Strik'st vs thy Self with thine immediate Rod Thy Rod of PESTILENCE whose rage-full smart With deadly pangs pearcing the strongest hart Tokens of Terror leaues vs where it lights And so infects or so at least affrights That Neighbour Neighbour Brother Brother shuns The tendrest Mother dares not see her Sons The neerest Friend his deerest Friend doth flye Yea scarce the Wife dares close her Husbands eye For through th' Example of our Vicious life As Sin breeds Sin and Husband marr's the Wife Simile Sister prowdes Sister Brother hardens Brother Andone Companion doth corrupt another So through Contagion of this dire Disease It iustly doth thy heav'nly Iustice please To cause vs thus each other to infect Though This we flye and That too-nigh affect Since for our Sins which hang so fast vpon-vs So dreadfully thy Fury frowneth on-vs Sith still thou Strikest and still Threat'nest more More grieuous Wounds then we haue felt before O gratious Father giue vs grace in fine To make our Profit of these Rods of thine That true Converted by thy milde Correction We may abandon euery foule Affection That Humblenes may flaring Pride dis-plume That Temperance may Surfaiting consume That Chastity may chase our wanton Lust That Diligence may wear-off Slothfull rust That Loue may liue in Wrath and Envies place That Bounties hand may Auarice deface That Truth may put Lying and Fraud to flight That Faith and Zeal may keep thy Sabbaths right That Reverence of thy drad Name may banish Blasphemous Oaths and all Profanenesse vanish Since for our Sins aswell in Court as Cottage Of all Degrees all Sexes Youth and Dotage Of Clarks and Clownes Rich Poore and Great and Small Thy fear-ful Vengeance hangeth ouer all O Touch vs all with Horror of our Crimes O Teach vs all to turn to thee be-times O Turn vs Lord and we shall turned be Giue what thou bidst and bid what pleaseth thee Giue vs REPENTANCE that thou mayst repent Our present PLAGVE and future Punishment FINIS THE MAGNIFICENCE THE SECOND BOOK OF the fourth Day of the second Week of BARTAS THE ARGVMENT Death-summon'd DAVID in his sacred Throne Instals instructs his yong Son SALOMON His pleas-God Choice of WISEDOM wins him Honor And Health and Wealth at-once to wait vpon her His wondrous Doom quick Babe's Claim to decide Mis-Matches taxt in His with PHARAONIDE Their pompous Nuptials Seav'n Heav'n Masquers there The glorious TEMPLE Builded richly-rare Salem's Renown drawes Saba to his Court King IAMES to His brings BARTAS in like sort HAppy are You ô You delicious Wits That stint your Studies as your Fury fits That in long Labours full of pleasing pain Exhaust not wholly all your learned brain That changing Note now light and grave anon Handle the Theam that first you light vpon That here in Sonnets there in Epigrams Euaporate your sweet Soule-boyling Flames But my deer Honor and my sacred Vows And Heav'ns decree made in that Higher-House Hold me fast fetter'd like a Gally-slaue To this hard Task No other Care I haue Nought else I dream of neither night nor day Aim at ought else or look I other-way But alwayes busie like a Mil-stone seem Simile Still turned round with the same rapid stream Thence is 't that oft maugrè Apollos grace I humme so harsh and in my Works in chase Lame crawling Lines according to the Fire Which more or lesse the whirling Pâ—les inspire And also mingle Linsie-woolsie-wise This gold-ground
a triple Morn Seems that long Day to brandish and adorn Sol goes and coms and yer that in the Deep Of Atlas shade he lay him down to sleep His bright Light-winged Gold-shod wheels do cut Three times together in the self-same rut Lord what are we or what is our deserving That to confirm our Faith so prone to swarving Thou daign'st to shake Heav'ns solid Orbs so bright Th' Order of Nature to dis-order quight To make the Sun's Teem with a swift-slowe pase Back back to trot and not their wonted Race That to dispell the Night so blindely-black Which siels our Soules thou mak'st the shade go back On Ahaz Dial And as Self-vn-stable Seem'st to revoke thine Acts irrevocable Raze thine owne Dooms tost in vn-steddy storm And to reform vs thine owne speech reform To giue thy Self the Ly and in a Word As Self-blam'd softly to put-vp thy Sword Thrice-glorious God! thrice-great thrice-gracious Heer-in O Lord thou seem'st to deal with vs As a wise Father who with tender hand Simile Severely shaking the correcting Wand With voice and gesture seems his Son to threat Whom yet indeed he doth not mean to beat But by this curb of fained Rigor aims To aw his Son and so him oft reclaims This Prince no sooner home to Heav'n returns But Israel back to his vomit turns Him re-bemires and like a head-strong Colt Runs headlong down into a strange Revolt And though â—osias Heav'n-deer Prince vho yong Coms wisely-olde to liue the older long Had re-aduanç't the sacred Lawes divine Propt Siou's Wall all ready to decline With his owne back and in his happy Raign The Truth re-flowr'd as in her Prime again Yet Iaeob's Heirs striue to resemble still Simile A stiff-throw'n Bowl which running down a Hill Meets in the way som stub for rub that stops The speed a space but instantly it hops It ouer-iumps and stayes not though it stumble Till to the bottom vp-side-down it tumble With puissant Hoast proud Nebuchadnezzar Now threatned Iuda with the worst of War Nabuchadnezar besiegeth Ierusalem His Camp coms marching to Ierusalem And her olde Walls in a new Wall doth hem The busie Builders of this newer Fold In one hand Swords in th' other Trowels hold Nor felder strike with blades than hammers there With firmer foot the Sieged's shock to bear Who seem a swarm of Hornets buzzing out Among thir Foes and humming round about To spet their spight against their Enemies With poysonie Darts in noses brows and eyes Cold Capricorn hath pav'd all Iuda twice With brittle plates of crystal-crusted Ice Twice glased Iordan and the Sappy-blood Of Trees hath twice re-perriwigd the Wood Since the first Siege What sayd the yonger sort Shall we growe olde about a feeble Fort Shall we not Martial but more Maçon-skild Shall we not batter Towrs but rather build And while the Hebrue in his sumptuous Chamber Disports himself perfum'd with Nard and Amber Shall We swelting for Heat shivering for Cold Heer far from home lie in a stinking Hold Shall time destroy vs shall our proper sloath Annoy vs more than th' Hebrues valour doth No no my Lord let not our Fervour fault Through length of Siege but let vs to th' Assault Let 's win 't and wear it tut Sir nothing is Impossible to Chaldean courages Contented sayd the King braue Bloods away Goeseck Renown ' mid wounds and death to-day Now in their breasts braue Honor's Thirst began Nabuzaradan Me thinks I see stout Nabuzaradan Already trooping the most resolute Of every Band this plot to prosecute Each hath his Ladder and the Town to take Bears to the Wall his Way vpon his back But the braue Prince cleaues quicker then the rest His slender Firr-poles as more prowes-full prest Alike they mount affronting Death together A Scalâ—dâ— But not alike in face nor fortune neither This Ladder slippery plaç't doth slide from vnder That over-sloap snaps in the midst asunder And souldiers falling one another kill As with his weight a hollow Rocky-Hill Simile Torn with som Torrent or Tempestuous windes Shivers it self on stones it vnder-grindes Som rashly climb'd not wont to climb so high With giddy brains swim headlong down the Sky Som over-whelmd vnder a Mill-stone-storm Lose with their life their living bodies form Yet mounts the Captain and his spacious Targe Bears-off a Mountain and a Forest large Of Stoans and Darts that fly about his ears His teeth do gnash he threats he sweats and swears As steady thear as on the ground he goes And thear though weary he affronts his Foes Alone and halfly-hanging in the ayr Against whole Squadrons standing firmly fair Vpright he rears him and his Helmet braue Whear not a Plume but a huge Tree doth wave Reflecting bright above the Paripet Affrights th' whole Citty with the shade of it Then as half Victor and about to venter Over the Wall and ready even to enter With his bright Gantlet's scaly fingers bent Grasping the coping of the battlement His hold doth fail the stones vn-fastâ—ed fall Down in the ditch and headlong he with-all Yet he escapes and getts again to shoar Thanks to his strength but to his courage more Now heer me thinks I hear proud Nergal raue Nergal In War quoth he Master or Match to haue By Mars I skorn yea Mars himself in Arms And all the Gods with all their braving Storms O wrathfull Heav'ns roar lighten thunder threat Gods do your worst with all your batteries beat If I begin in spâ—ght of all your powrs I 'll skale your Walls I 'll take your Crystall Towrs Thus spewd the Curr and as he spake withal Climbs-vp the steepest of a dreadfull Wall With his bare-feet on roughest places sprawling With hook-crookt hands vpon the smoothest crawling As a fell Serpent which som Shepheard-lad Simile On a steep Rock incounters gladly-â—ad Turning and winding nimbly to and fro With wriggling pase doth still approach his Foe And with a Hiss a Frisk and flashing ey Makes soudainly his faint Assailer fly Even so the Duke with his fierce countenance His thundring-voice his helms bright radiance Drives Pashur from the Walls and Iucal too A iolly Prater but a Iade to doo Brauer in Counsâ—il then in Combat far With Sephatiah tinder of this War And Malchy he that doth in Prison keep Vnder the ground a hundred â—ubits deep Good â—eremie and instrument alone Inspir'd with breath of th' ever-living ONE Let 's fly cries Pâ—shur fly this Infidell Rather this Fiend the which no waight can fell What force can front or who in count â—r can An armed Faulcon or a flying Man While Nergal speeds his Victory too-fast His hooks dis-pointed disappoint his haste Prevent him not of praise but of the Prize Which out of doubt he did his owne surmize He swears and tears what should what could he more He cannot vp nor will he down therefore Vnfortunate and vainly-valiant He 's fain to stand like the Funambulant
saue vs at thy throne of mercy great Forgiue vs Lord and holde farre from vs all These plagues that on our heads are like to fall Alas what helpeth vs thy heavy stroke To binde our necks to such a servile yoke Wherewith th' Assyrian tyrants long haue grieved Thine Izak till their bondage thou relieved If so this natiue ground that new is tild If so these Hostries new with folke refild If so alas our chaste and modest Dames Our infants young our Virgins good of fames Should be a pray to Ammon and to Perse To Calde and the mutine Parthian fierse If that we see this Altar made prophane And witches it abuse with Idols vain Yet Lord if thou no pittie on vs take At least great God do for thy glories sake Haue pitie on this holy building now Where not a God hath sacrifice but thou Where not a God but thou hast residence To feel the sauour sweet of frankensence Hold back O Lord the Caldean cressets bright From these rich Cedar vaults of stately hight Preserue these vessels ornaments of gold From sacrilegious hands of neighbours bolde And let the blood of beasts before thy face Thy Iustice stay and grant thy seruants grace This prayer done the people went their way Then Ioachim conuen'd that present day The princes all of Iuda and them praid Gainst this mischief for counsell and thus sayd Companions if your former zeal remain If ardent loue to God ye still retain If wife or childe may cause your care or loue Which should the Centers of your senses moue If in your brests a noble hart doth bide Let deed bear witnes at this wofull tide For sauing God and your foresight in deed T is done t is done with vs and all our seed And after this th' Immortall shall not see This altar fume before his maiestee When th' Air is calme and still as dead and deaf Comparison And vnder Heav'n quakes not an aspin leaf When Seas are calme and thousand vessels fleet Vpon the sleeping seas with passage sweet And when the variant winde is still and lowne The cunning Pylot never can be knowne But when the cruell storme doth threat the Bark To drowne in deeps of pits infernall dark While tossing tears both father mast and sail While mounting seems the Azur sky to skail While driues perforce vpon som deadly shore There is the Pylot knowen and not before Alas I pray you then what care and strifes Haue we to keep our honours goods and lifes Forget not then the care of this same place Your countreyes weale Gods glory and his grace But humbly giue your selues into the hand Of God most high and with a holy brand Repurge your spirits from euerie hatefull sinne Which causeth God his Iustice to begin And see what may to God be agreeable For Iacobs weal and for you profitable This said an ancient traytour from his youth Who fostred gall in hart with hony in mouth Enforcing from his eyes som fained tear To cloke his malice spacke as ye shall hear My tongue me fails my hair for dread vp-starts My heavy spirit from pensiue corps departs The oration of a subtill worldling When I be think me of yone tyrant stout Who hath bed round the world with bloud about Approching threats our townes with fiery flames Our selfs with death dishonour to our Dames Yet when I call to minde the curtsie great That this great Lord doth vse who doth intreat Not onely those that beastiall are become And haue their hope in brutall Idols 〈…〉 But euen to zealous folke who do embrace The faith and law like vs of Abrams race Who being well aduisde did humbly sue His pardon and escap't his vengeance due Then thanke I God who sends vs such a foe As plagues the proude and lets the humble goe For we assoone shall vanquish him with teares As will be long to wrack him with our weares Then whil'st we may haue choise of eitherstate Of peace or warres his fauour or his hate Let vs not follow seeing skath at hand The follie of our fathers to gainstand But rather let vs beare another saile And serue his king as best for our availe But think not yet that I this counsell giue For craft or warrant forthy selfe to liue For I haue els my daies so neerely spent That for to dye I could be well content Th' Assyrian neede not in my brest to strike His fethred Dart nor yet his trembling pike Yea if my youth to me should eft returne And make my youthly bloode within me burne So honour I my God and country deare That for to dye for them I would not feare As Sampson did if so my death might yield The victory of the Uizroy and the field But most I feare least we with curious zeale Fight for the lawe yet fight against her weale Against our selfs to bring so great a wrack That proud and cruell tyrants shall vs sack And grow in pride suppressing Iudas strength For to contemne the glory of God at length For Israell being lost who shall ensue To render here to God deuotions due What people sparsâ—d on this earthly ball From Indian shoare to where the Sunne doth fall Or from the Climate of the northren blast Vnto that place where sommer ay doth last Hath God elect save Israell for his owne Vpon this Hill to have his glory showne At this the valiant Cambris of renowne With righteous rage grew pale and gan to frowne And brake the silence with a vehement stile His courage mov'd the Princes all the while Nay rather where I stand let ope the ground Quoth he to swallow me in pit profound Yea rather righteous Heav'n let firy blast Light on my head that thou on Sodom cast Ere I my malice cloke or oversile In giving Izac such a counsell vile For if the Leader of this folk profane Vpon our bodies onely sought to raigne Although that we haue dearely bought alway Our freedom from our first maternall day Which dearer is then gold for to be kept I would assent the holy Church except But since more pride this tyrants heart enroules To lay a greater burden on our soules Who are the vassels of that onely King That Thunder sends and scepters down doth thring ' Should we forget him who made vs of nought ' More then all wondrous things that he hath wrought Who treats and loues vs like our Father King Still vnder shadowes of his wondrous wing Will he that we receiue a Prince ambitious For God a gods contemner Nemrode vitious Whose beastly life is of so vile a fame That of a man he merits not the name Goe to goe to let men for men assaye With sword and shot to deale it as we may The victory lies not in mortall hands Nor barded horse nor force of armed bands These are but second instruments of God Who as him list may send them euen or od But if our soueraigne God willes such annoy That
bands of Chus on Gerar greene Shall I forget him who preparing fight Iosaphat 'Gainst Ammon Seir and Moabs Idoll might Saw ech of their three hoasts on others fall And with them selfs their selfs disconfit all Yet for their sinnes God gaue them in the hands Of Calde Kings who conquered all their Lands And took King Zedekee and made an end Of that Impire till God did Cyrus send Who set them free and gaue them of his grace Two rulers of their owne And now this place Is kept by sacred Ioachim whose powers Consists not onely within Sions towers But Edom Sidon Moab and we all Do knowe his strength and knowes him principall Now Sir you hear the progresse first and last Of Isâ—acs race in order as it past One while the Lord enhaunst them to the skie One while he drew them downe in deepe to lie ' But were he Iudge or Prince or King of might ' Who reul'd the Hebrews policie aright ' While they observ'd th' alliance made before ' By their forefathers who to God them swore ' In happy state all others they surpast ' And vnderfoote their proudest foes were cast ' And all the world that their destruction sought ' Against their state and name preuailed nought ' But contrary as oft as they astraide ' From God their guide he on their shoulders laid ' The Barbare yock of Moâ—b and oft-times ' Of Palestine and Ammon for their crimes ' The heauie hand of God was seen to be ' On their ingratefull infidelity Now if so be that any odious sinne Prouoke their Lord his Iustice to begin Then mine not you their towers and tourets tall Nor bring the wrack som engine to their wall Nor place thy battries braue nor yet aduenter With thy courageous camp the breach to enter For if Libanus mount or Carmell faire Or Niphathaei should parke them from repaire If Ynde and Nilus with the Rhene and Rhone To close them round about should run in one For their defence yet shall they notwithstand With all their force thy flurious fighting â—and But if they haue not broke the â—and indeed That God with Abraham made and with his seede Beware my Lord beware to touch or moue These people that the Lord so much doth loue For though south Aùtan would dispeople his Lands And bring the blackest Moores to swarme in bands If Northren Boreas vnder his banners colde Would bring to field his hideous Souldiers bold If Zephyrus from sweet Hesperia coste Would send his chosen armed men to Hoste If Eurus for to aide thine enterprise Would bring his men from whence the sun doth rise Yet all their numbers hudge and forces strong Can neuer do to Israell any wrong Nor hurt one hair if their great God say nay That God will them defend because he may With one small blast confound all Kings that darre As thou doest now prouoke him vnto warre Then like as ye behold the quiet see Not raging when the windes ingendring be But blauncheth first then growes in little space In wallowing waves to flowe with fomy face And lastly beates the banks and ships vnshrouds With wrackfull waues vphoist to highest clouds So almost all the princes of that hoste With inward anger gan to be emboste As oft as they the prayse of God did heare So to his speech encreast their spitefull chear Which in the end to blasphemy them brought Th' immortall God of Gods to set at nought Kill and cut off quoth they this traytour fine Whose subtill talke with all his whole engine Pretends to saue these Hebrews from our hands And threats vs with vaine Gods of forraine Lands For if it please you noble prince to send But twenty men of value that are â—end Within your camp these recklesse rebels then Shall be a pray to all your warlike men O wicked wight but then the Uizroy stout With power appeasde the murmur of the route And to him said O shameles Prophet thou What Sibyll or what charmer tell me now What Diuell or Daemon so doth thee inspire That Izrell shall of vs haue his desire Such men as with no God can be content But such as pleased Moses to inuent Of his owne head a God that hath no power â—lasphemic For to deliuer them nor thee this hower Haue we an other God or king of kings Then our great Persian Monark now that rigns Whose barded horse ore runns the Nations all Whose armed men out of these mountaines tall Shall rake these Rebels that from Egypt came To this where they vniustly keep the same Dye dye thou shalt O wretch thy toung vntrue And double heart shall haue their wages due But foole what speake I thus no haste a while Thy blood O villaine shall not me defile So iust a paine so soone thou shalt not haue For thy deceipt so soone to go to graue ' For in a wretches sodaine death at ones ' Their long some ill is buried with their bones But to that end I may prolong thy strife In Bethull town I will prolong thy life Where euerie howre thou shalt haue such affraye To dye vndead a thousand times a day Till time with them who thou so strong hast thought To shamefull end with them thou shalt be brought What wherefore temblest thou and art so pale What sorrow makes thy heart so soone to faile If God be God as thou right now hast said Then of thy faith giue witnesse vndismaid A marshall of the campe then being prest Who was not yet so cruell as the rest There tooke this demy Pagan Ammons Lord And sent him bound to Bethull with a cord Then euen as in his clawes the kite doth beare The chirping chicken throu the weather cleare While that the cackling hen belowe on ground Bewayles her bird with vaine lamenting sound So in like woe his worthy men were left For that so worthy a chief was them bereft The Townsmen then beholding neere their wall These Miscreants to armour straight they fall Yâ—lad in plate and mail and runnes in bands And fearcely fronts their foes with steele in hands As fast as done the riuers doun the hils That with their murmur hudge the deepes vpfils The Heathen seeing this retirde away And left the Lord of Ammon for a pray To th' Hebrew soldiers who did him constraine Though he was willing with them to remaine When all the folke with prease about him past His eyes and hands vp to the pole he cast ' And thus he spake O God that great abides ' Vpon th' Immortall seat and iustly guides ' The ruled course of heav'n whose liuing spreete ' Reuiuing spreds and through all things doth fleete ' I render thee O God immortall prayse ' For that before I end my wofull dayes ' Now from th' vnfruitfull stock thou doest me race 'To graft me in thy fruitfull tree of grace ' Where in despite of all contrary strife ' I shall bring forth the fruits of lasting life And ye O Iacobs sonnes