lose and leaze Their lading with the wilder Hypotams Nay yet more fatal opening al her seams The poor long-Robert founder'd was gaue o're Sunk in the weathers stresse and now what more Can Fisher Hacket Gerling but attend While the sea yeelds her dead that I transcend Expence of trim and shipping lo this storme How grown yet wrought a further and the worme Of conscience startled so that who while-ere With all his canvase out could snugly beare Vp an ill-boading course now springs his luffe Cries guiliy Lord and pardon coats of buffe Hâ—gh temper'd corslets are too weake to ward The worme of conscience and how galliard Luxurio lately was yet now he lowes His saile close to the board now humbly throwes Off Liviaes haire and his Corinna's ring To leeward over wisely husbanding Oyle to his lampe now as the righteous dye Likewise will he so horrid was and high This spiritual Fura-cane that on his lees Though fell Basianus for a time may freeze And seeme to settle here he turnes againe Thick and bemudder'd like the clamorous maine Casting up stones and dirt his faeces boyle Vp now for vent making him perbrake vile Prodigious sins This was the storme thus great Thus ruthlesse double thus nor to be beat Out but in many an houre thus went we down To sea in ships had businesse upon Great waters saw the wonders of the deep And thus againe though Baal perhaps may sleep Or seriously be talking nor discerne His distant contumacious yet we learne That God is omni-present has his way Even in the while-wind in the furious sea In even the toughest conscience and how sure A Jonas in the cradle of secure Apostacy be lull'd though even his bed Of the most curious thistle-down be made Or that of silver Swans yet if the faire Tindaridè shall with a civill war Imbroyle the shrouds and Hellen chasing thence Her brothers of beningner influence Vnkennels al the winter winds and billowes Mauger the softest lullabies and pillowes He wakes and finds his cradle now at last Far worse then that upon the topling mast THE Hedge-hog combatant presented and applyed WHen I survay poore wretch thy severall soes Me thinkes it does pathetic'ly disclose Mine owne Militia for with open Mart As man pursues thee as the Fox with Art Allayes thy martiall furie falsly licks Thy life away and Serpent also seeks It as implacably Loe thus conspire Both Ammon Ameleck and those of Tyre The world the Flesh and that prodigous great Red Dragon with his tayle that can defeat The very Stars so these I say concurre To slay my silly soule were it a warre Though with some such as hungry Lyons wage And evening Wolves or all whose Quivers rage Like open Sepulchers there might be yet Some hope perhaps some little planke to set Me safe even after shipwrack But to grapple And intershock am I with him whose apple Defeated Eve her selfe I daily cope With many a horrid squadron many a troope Of fierce and fiery Darts that charge me home And often through Alas wretch that I am Where shall I seeke for succour who can stave This roaring rabble off ô helpe and save Thou God of Battailes else am I but built Upon the sillie sand but water spilt Of Drunkennesse AS Willoughs noted so for tipling Trees Are barren and but badges of disgrace As Fennes and Marshes yeeld but nipping flyes But venemous fogges and reptil's bad and base Loe thus the boundlesse Independent shot Begets as sundry formes and oft as vile As Phaebus does when with embraces hot He beds the moist salacious mud of Nyle It changes some to Struthions and as those Forget their egges their actions so doe these Demanding when they wake how came the blowes What have we done they should our weapons seise Some men it does to mimick anticks foole Change some to subtle Foxes that imploy Their cups as Crucibles wherein to boyle To sublimate a skill to cosen by Some for obstreperous Geese it does designe Fills some with such Salt-Peter that disputing Of but some haire or Mathematicke line They take immediate fire with bloud confuting Some to such honey-suckles sweet it turnes With often vowes that about every wight They twine themselves And some with lust so burns They deeme each dirtie cloud a Iâ—uo bright Nay yet againe and further some it fuddles To sencelesse Conduits onely fit to pisse And to bee piss'd against To Monsters puddles And Statues many quadrat but for this Loe Pythagore loe here the transmigration Thou might'st have dreamt of for with brutish soules It thus imbroyles us Oakes of most elation With many blowes fall Reason so with bowles Up then yee base Borachioes call excesse But an insideous Circè but presaging A brutish transformation even no lesse Then in the soule it selfe and thus engaging Her everlasting blisse Up keep a dyot Does ought kill soule and body both yes ryot The Widdowes Warning BE wise and take no churlish Clowne Nor blend with flocks thy Thistle-down Chuse not for out-side shun each lover But golden Ludgate-like in cover The Ruffin that can sweare and swell And covenant with death and hell Preferre not nor the Fox that preyes In covert and in broken wayes Chuse not for wealth where other things But passant are yet this has wings Nor any peece of Bombaste chuse That with his Place and Title sues Taking herein the greater care Because they now are chapmans ware Take not a Husband by report Examine first his head his heart His Conscience pierce him to the Lees Marke how each joynt of his agrees And jumps with thine for if they vary The Priest that does your bodies marry But glewes a Potsheard In a word If thou canst marrow with a Bird Of thine owne feather one whose wars Spirituall be whose aime is stars Whose neatly timber'd limbes are lin'd With as polite as rich a mind This is the wight and haste thee Iane To yeeld him back his Rib againe An Epitaph of M ris Prudence Meredith a good soule in a defective body IN an uneasie roome her soule was pent And had while heere a hard imprisonment Within the Body nor could Prudens but Rejoyce to leave her little crumpled knot Of flesh and bloud that narrow jayle of hers For such a relaxation as inferrs Likewise at last another kind of new Spirituall Body beautified with trew With precious Liniaments and of privation Of hunger sicknesse death and mutulation Impassible I say she could not choose In faith and reason but avouch her wooes Now at an end But chearely leave her breath And thus had Meredith a merry death A farewell to the Wars DIsloyall flesh and bloud how has the Sun Both his direct and oblique hitching course Full often through the heavenly girdle run Since our so plighted love that nought could force Or puzzle it and dost thou now deceive me Now at the Qu the clinke of honour leave me Our Mars in
yeeld but mast for Swine And Squirrels only fit doest thou confine Thy selfe to black and oft I say for these How mayst thou then with flouds of tears nay seas Bewayle this losse how justly mayst thou call Thy severall creatures and enjoyne them all Immesur'd lamentation bid the night Extend her length the day not come in sight But water-loaden Hang each Dorick Bell With numerous tongues and a continued knell On every tongue Command the beasts to roare And each sad noyse be multiply'd a score By the neare echo's For his death I say As it decryes and does so much decay The generall blisse 't is fitting to reviue Old Hadadrimmons woe or rather grieve Beyond a president Why we may read That ten of these ten righteous might have freed A very Sodome when if taken hence Nor standing in the gap what consequence But sicknesse fretting out our strength or dearth Epha's from Homers but an Iron earth And God has also store of Palmer-wormes And clouds of locusts Or else forraine armes Shall ravage us heaven r'ally with our foes Making their barbed horses at a lose As swist as Eagles Nay to passe by these Th' elect are even those Cariatides And vigorous Tellamons that shoulder up The frame of time and their conspicuous troup Their generall list once ready for the barne Time is no longer therefore mourne ô mourne Thou desolated age and now behold Me thinkes the hollow clouds already roll'd Like a besâ—ubber'd Turbant round about Thy passionate brow and now they lavish out Innumerous teares Yet herewithall reflect And lay thy griefe so right that it detract Not ought from Harrington or seeme decreed For what becomes of him 'T is true indeed That death is to the course the carnall man A dismall vision irefull cold and wan A ghastly shape in chaines of darknesse ty'de And hung with poysonous damps but was a bride A morning star to him and came as drest With precious sequells as the gladsome feast Of conscience argue might The worldling cryes O whither am I summon'd why these eyes And all the Ports about me rotting up Must now be loathsome jelley stench and roap With puâ—rid wormes nay since the charnall-house Cryes Give and still for more some flindermouse Or base Galanthis or the ratts may reigne At length within this scull And then againe My dearest soule what shall become of thee And whither must thou now distracâ—ed be To frivolous atoms and so lost among The wandring windes or shuffled else ere long Into some beast of burthen or of prey Some drugging Asse or cruell Tyger nay Still frighting more our Papalins will tell Of sulphurous Heclefort of Mongibell And other such where many a peccant soule Pirausta-like does â—lutter flye and crawle And frie in rigorous fire or yeelding these Even all exploded hell it selfe will seize And justly swallow thee woe worth the day In which I was conceiv'd Loe thus I say The carnall man ends like a butcher'd swine And full of noyse when faith is so divine So clungly anker-holds and fastens hope As even Addoulces Death with all his troope His Regiment of terrors sin alone Gives him a Dart a sting else has he none By sinne is Death arm'd like a Iudge severe With rods and axes else that welcome were As when the loaden sky with moysture fills An upland meddow T is not death that kills But deadly sinne A Saint may like a Swan Sing out his last breath the regenerate man Even in a Lions teeth departs in peace And shall we then bewayle this Lords decease As one we have not hope of O when I Must pay the 〈◊〉 of nature eke and dye Be my last end his let me close my race And fall like an impleat Rose-water-glasse That breaks with a perfume His practice here Was not as is imply'd before at deare And lamentable values to possesse A late experience 't was not up to dresse Aethiop's in Pearle and Purple to proclaime Oppression justice impudence to name Assurance or be tether'd in the looks Of Dalilah or Dinah these are books Exteriorly how gilt how neatly bound Yet loose and guilty 'T was not being gown'd And full of reverend Badges to sell out Yet by retayle what office late he bought By whole-sale nor was it to put away The Mistresse for the hand-maid to betray His calling to his sports and now what store Of Gentry have we not intending more Here upon earrh then the Leviathan Affects at Sea and lavishly therein To take their pastime Last of all 't was not With 〈◊〉 wicked worlding casting in his lot To feed impertinent Apes luxurious swine Or fawning Dotterels that each designe Of greatnesse sooth and second will aye me How have I seen a sweet Rose-mary-tree Drop'd with his Wood-seer water-Lillies known While flourishing in Rivers high and grown Hung with these Cod-worms that if drought exhale The moysture once will boggle off and fall From whatso-ere to curry with the streame But none of these no such opprobious beame Was in this Barons eye and where indeed A Dathan or a Dives may be say'd To dye and dye the death our Harrington But onely fell asleep but rests upon His bed in safery then I say direct Thy blubber'd eyes so right they but respect Thine own distressednesse complaining not Nay nor somuch as squinting once at what May become of him to weep a rill Or through a river thus why yet they mill But lavishes his water but mis-pends It at the floud-gates and then only grinds If teares bee seasonable not slatter'd out In a preposterous manner and about Irrequisites Here widely to set ope A doore of griefe as if the door of hope Were double lock'd and barr'd Why but denote When after raine some curious flower-pot With Roses Gelsomins and sweete Brire Is animated how it does inspire The circling roofe or as a rich perfume In curles and eddies issuing from the wombe Of some Illustrious Agat does intrance And ravish all the neare circumference With fragrant Odors so while here conversing His soule was nobly colleted dispersing Such holy acts that who but still reports With what successe he dayly troad the Courts Of his Creator Yet 't is common now To meet theere but as Doves and Sparrowes do Who but how faithfully he could confine Civill respects how plausive to devine To realls semblances and hast thou found An object though like Ops with turrets crown'd Nay rendring Citadels if it becalme And slack the sayle of goodnesse 't is a balme How seeming pretious yet that breaks the head And bar it by and mayne set nor thy bed Thy Mammons bushell nor delicious board Vpon thy candle these like Iona's gourd Are quickly worm-eaten no let me sway Thee to this pattern here and who I say Who but while others spent their time may cyte Our Harrington redeeming it what wight How partiall to the most and with the best But must preferre him call
lightly fleck From hence againe declining him to speak The mighty thoughts of Iris loe her head As tough and masculinely helmeted As e're Minerva's and like her she hands A threatning speare nor cravenly descends By Swedens expiration to goe lesse And leave her wing but roundly does professe The side of Iustice Ganimedes bird Must render an aecount for having stirr'd The coales so furiously restore a throng Of glorious pennage practically wrong From the pacifick Authè Silvia sweet The Dove the Manucodiat with a flight Of others as deplum'd Iris. Doe doe recall Quoth this Virago gnashing therewithall Her angry teeth I doe but reckon up The times of yore and many a dismall stoup Has this indomitable aëry made By many a Titian Vulture many a glead My breast dilacerating on reuenge Hang out the bloudy sur-coat help us change Our Pikes to stings implacable I come Anoynt their heads with fell Dorichneum And then make ready there advance the shot So so now charge him home poure all your hot And hissing lead into his bosome were But Swedens Obit to be reckoned for Why yet the dearest soules and essences Of manyfold Re-publiques Cities Princes And mighty Monarchs in his bosome met Concentrically made it their retreat Their generall subter-fuge come then arise Thou drad Adastria draw thy blood shot eyes Vpon this rigorous brood Fame But here the late Impetuous lumber does importunate Me deafe againe so like a multitude Of many raging waters every loud Each shriller accent drowning that my verse Must now become the second time a faile Of mines of postures of dilacerate haire Hangs wringing plaudits many a passionate paire Of dissentaneous hands promiscuously Clapping and wringing Now must the supply Be meerely visibles convitious mowes Breasts beaten gaudy capers Chorus At our woes Lo there a sort of Drablers of Bedees Cast up their caps and leap as if the breese The twinging breese here likewise had imploy'd Their little Launcets then within the wide The roomthy tarrasse opposite behold A pravity of monstrous manyfold Crabats and Courtesans so likewise set Vpon the merry pin and over-heat With heady draughts with brimmers overflow'd That wildly vapouring into scuffles bloud And mutuall slaughter they reflect againe The drunken Lapithes and Centaur's slain At Hypodamiaes wedding Yonder looke How passionate b Hasfelt bustles up to stoke Whole forrests into Bone-fire which as fast The Weteraws sad severall Princes hast To quench out with their tears Nor these alone Dissolve so much but see where Pomeren And eke the Mechlinbourger and even swarmes Of Lords and Roytelets are paying stormes To Swedens Obit there behold againe A rablement of shavelings tridentine Or we may call it Legion else as well For they are many there I say withall The gods of their Pantheon high and low Even all their Mametry their Trinkets how In a triumphant superstitious file As pleyted as a hedge of thorns the while And as extending how they roame about May we but ghesse by posture shrilling out Jô to mighty Walstein who good man While our Adolphus dyed a Laureat ran Indeed most resolutely Here aloft A most stupendious pile whose aery shaft May play with Tenerif for pike and place Loe Eggenbourg in a Prospective-glasse Tooting at Oxenstern then have I found To lee-ward somewhat Quint and Atè wound In Lainez arms and now they part and run Gesticulating wildly up and down Like Deere before a tempest now embrace And newly hug each other now they dresse Their heads with Laurel now they posting are Their many mandats up for curious fare For Pageants Bone-fires Counduits running wine Garment of Trophe-work and every signe Of an immeasur'd joye to ballance which And haile thou happy season ushering such A temper in mine eye has likewise spy'd Where in Campania Weymer does divide His conquering grosse now being in the van Now in the reere and on a Lavedan As Volteger as ever c Balius was As ever Zanthus how from place to place He nimbly flyes demonstrating right hands Sent him from Anheim which so countermands The deaff'ning hurley with a pang of hope Becalming some so roughly swallowing up Some other in distrust and suddaine feare That farewell Mutes and Visions now mine eare Distinguishes againe and of the low Dejected residue condoling so So miser-made at Swedens expiration Nor to be comforted does with the passion Of Pharamond present us such an odd A Mister wight so blunt an Antipode To ruffling mischiefe that behold his face All rigge and furrow and his limbs alas So tenter'd out and torne with rods with racks Strapadoes and the like my bosome akes And trembles at it nay though Pasher late Has rent him Sparrow-mouth'd with gagging yet He still so lashes out so renders truth In all her â—akednes that full of ruth Phar. Is then quoth he our mightiest Sweden dead On vengeance on or if thy feet be lead Yet hast thou Iron hands ye bloody crew And of incestuous Hanitâ—ns 't is you 'T is you that did it if we may prevent Th'insidious brewing brothers Baptist Quint Why yet fine force shall butcher him O say How being Stock by sir-name dost thou play The Storke thus in thy practise is it not To hallow stocks and stones thy thigh shall rot For this adultery even it whelks away And dwindles hence already day by day Growing more dry and barren only sin So Wyer-drawes it out our masculine Our antler sins prolong thee thus a while As an expedient crucible to boyle To calcinate us and has now betray'd Our dearest Sweden Sin I say has play'd This wofull Pageant loe the flocks upon Our many severall hills are lately grown So course and nauseous that we must be fed Or with exotick simples or with kid Drest in the mothers milk nay many a meale Imployes the grayest Amber But ô tell Thou soft Sir Lecker-beet is then the Mars Incompt and rugged with his Taille-fers Be these so mainly â—â—mbr'd or may these A Peleus shield from hot Hypolites And her obsequious grins why then go seek For Sol in Tenarus or snow where thick Pirackmon tawny Brontes forge their hot Tempestuous Thunder-bolts No no complot We temperance rather let the cooke declin'd To such a Mors in Olla who can find Vnnaturall births luxurious Haohes out As Anah did his Mules let him be brought At length upon the weights and voyded hence Where Aristoxenus at such expence His Lettice waters or Popea bright And Cleopaâ—ra quaffe their exquisite Their sumptuous Unions I wee howle and roare At Swedens death but let us sin no more Our sin has slain him and indeed is wrought To such an awlesse Belial every draught Commits a severall health we looke the wine For Caprials and for Babies then decline Our Virgin vowes with let Lyaus swell As Jordan does in harvest when if well