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A05075	The profit of imprisonment A paradox, vvritten in French by Odet de la Noue, Lord of Teligni, being prisoner in the castle of Tournay. Translated by Iosuah Silvester.; Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English	La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1594 (1594)	STC 15216; ESTC S109328	23,156	38

treasures higher That are reserud in heauen whereof the sweet possession Feares not the violence of all the worlds oppression But whilest that here below this fraile flesh-burthen ties him But the bare hope he hath which how can it suffice-him Against the sharpe assalts of passions infinite Whose glad-sad crosse conflicts afflict him day and night Needs must I graunt indeed that that same perfit ioye We cannot perfitly vpon this earth enioye But that that hope alone doth not sufficiently Blesse his life where it liues for my part I denie Some do not feare we see to spend their stocke and store To vndertake the taske of manie trauailes sore To hazard limmes and liues in seruice of some Lord Depending oft vpon his foole-fat-feeding word Or waiting els perhaps without all other hold Vntill it please himselfe his francknes to vnfold Not reaking all their paine they are so inly pleased With hoped benefite wherof they are not seazed And shall th' assured hope of euer-blisses then For which we haue the word not of vain mortall men That teach their tongues to lie but of the highest God The God of truth truth's selfe where truth hath stil abode Shall that I say not serue to settle our faint harts Against I will not say like dangers and like smarts But gainst these pettie greefs that now and then do pain-vs No more like those then heauen neer earth that doth sustain-vs Ah shall we then dispise all trouble and vexacion Supported by a prop of doubtfull expectation And while for earthly things we can endure this Shall we not do asmuch for an immortall blisse Indeed not of our selues for self-ly nought we can But God when pleaseth him doth giue this strength to man Whereby he standeth stout euen like a mightie rocke Amid the mounting waues when Eol● doth vnlock Sterne Austers stormie gate making the waters wrastle And rush with wrathfull rage against the sturdie castle Whilst it for all the force of their fell furie showne Is not so much as mooud and much lesse ouerthrowne So fareth such a man for if from high degree He soudainly do slide to liue contemnedly With the vile vulgar sort that cannot make him wauer For well he is assurd that gods high holie fauour Depends not on the pomp nor vaine proud state and port That for the grace of kings adorne the courtly sort If he be kept in bands thrall to the tirannies And extreame cruell lawes of ruthles enimies Both voide of helpe and hope and of all likelihood Of beeing euer freed from their hands thirsting-blood In spight of them he knowes that one daie he shall die And then he shall enioy an endles libertie If he be forc't to flie from his deare country-clime In exile to expire the remnant of his time He doth suppose the world to be a countrie common From whence no tirranie till death can banish no man If that he must forsake his parents and his kin And those whose amitie he most delighteth in He knowes that where he finds a man he finds a kins-man For all mankind is come from one selfe father sinnes-man If being spoild of wealth and wanton pampering plentie He find vpon his boord two dishes skant of twentie And to his back one coate to keepe the cold awaie whereas he had before a new for euerie daie He learneth of Saint Paul who bidds vs be content With food and furniture to this life competent Sith nothing as saith Iob into this world we brought Nor with vs when we die can we hence carrie ought If he be passing poore and in exceeding lacke Of euery needfull thing for belly and for backe He learneth of the Sonne that God the Father heedeth To giue to euery one in time the thing he needeth And that the fowles of heauen and cattle small and great Doe neither sowe nor reap yet find they what to eate Yea that the Lillies faire which grow among the grasse Do neither spin nor worke and yet their garments passe For culler and for cost for art and ornament The glorious Salomon's rich robes of Parlament If so that he be sicke or wounded in the arme In bodie backe or brest or such like kind of harme If in extremitie of angrie pain and anguish Enfeebled still by fitts he bed-rid lye and languish If all the miseries that euer martird man At once on euery side afflict him all they can The more that he endures the more his comforts grow Sith so his wretchednes he sooner commes to know That from worlds vanities he may himselfe aduaunce Which hold al those frō heauen that stil delight that daunce He feares not those at all that with their vtmost might Hauing the bodie slaine can do no farther spight But only him that with ten thousand deathes can kill The soule and bodie both for euer if he will He knowes it is their lot that seeke to please their God To be afflicted still with persecutions rod So that what euer crosse how euer sharp assaile-him His constant hart 's content and confort cannot faile-him But he must die say you alas can that dismay Where is the labourer that hauing wrought all day Amid the burning heat with wearines opprest Complaines that night is come when he shall go to rest The Marchant that returnes from some far forrain lands Escaping dreadfull rocks and dangerous shelfs and sands When as he sees his ship her home-hauen enter safe Will he repine at God and as offended chafe For being brought to soone home to his natiue soile Free from all perills sad that threaten saylor's spoile He knowes frō thousand deaths that this one death doth lose him That in heauens euer-ioyes he euer may repose-him That he must bring his barke into this creeke before In th'euer lasting land he can set foote a-shoare That he can neuer come to incorruption Vnles that first his flesh do feele corruption So that all rapt with ioy hauing his helpe so reddie This ship-wracke he escapes as on a rocke most steddie But more perhaps then death the kind of death dismaieth Which serues him for a bridge that him to heauen cōuaieth Whether he end his daies by naturall disease Or in a boysterous storme do perish on the seas Or by the bloodie hands of armed foes be slaine Or by mischaunce a stone fall downe and dash his braine Or by the murdring ball of new-found earthly thunder By day or els by nighr his bones be pasht a-sunder Or burned at a stake or bitterly tormented By cruell slaughter-men in tortures new-inuented Alas alas for that much lesse then least he careth For as a man falne downe into a pit he fareth Who if he may be drawne vp from the noison place Where adders toades and snakes crawle ouer feet and face Respects not whether that ye vse a silken skaine Hemp-rope or chaine of gold so he get vp againe Euen so so he may come to his desired blisse The manner and the meanes to him indifferent is

almost forget it What better proofe of this then those poore gallie-slaues Which hauing been before such rogues and idle knaues As shunning seruices to labour wear so loth That they would starue and die rather then leaue their sloth But being vsd a while to tug the painfull oare Labour that earst they loathd they now desire the more Or those that are assaild with burning feuer-fit Euen then when least of all they dread or doubt of it Which carefully complaine and crie and raue and rage Frying in inward flames the which they cannot swage Yet if it wax not worse the daintiest bodie makes it In eight daies as a vse and as a trifle takes it Or those that haue sometimes the painfull racke indured Who without chainge of paine being a while inured The paine that did constraine them to bewaile and weepe Seemes them so easie then they almost fall a-sleepe All are not euils then that are surnamed so Sith euill neuer can his nature mingle no Nor turne it into good wheras we plainly see On th' other side that these are changed sodainly And were they ills indeed sith they so little last Wear 't not a very shame to be so much agast But heer again say they th'ons nature neuer taketh The others nature on but still the stronger maketh His fellow giue him place and onlie beareth sway Till that returne againe driue it againe away Nay that can neuer be for neuer perfect good Can by his contrarie be bannisht though withstood For good is euer good and where so ere it goe Euill doth euer striue but with too strong a soe There is no reason then these good or ill to call That alter in this sort and neuer rest at all Neither to blesse or blame them for the good or ill That euer in her selfe our soule concealeth still For if that from without our bale or els our blisse Arriued euer more withall must follow this That alwaies vnto all selfe ill selfe pain would bring Selfe good one selfe content but 't is a certaine thing They are not taken for their qualitie and kind But rather as th' affects of men are most inclind One loosing but a crowne hath lost his pacience quight Another hauing lost fiue hundred in a night Is neuer mou●d a iote though hauing lesse in store Then the'other hath by ods his losse might greue him more One beeing banished doth nothing but lament Another as at home is there as well content And one in prison pent is vtterlie dismaide Another as at home liues there as well appaid Needs must we then confesse that in our selues doth rest That which vnhappieth vs and that which makes vs blest In vs indeed the ill which of our selues doth growe And in vs too the good which from god's grace doth flowe To whom it pleaseth him true good that none can owe-yet Saue those on whom the Lord vouchsafeth to bestow-it And that the bitter smart of all the paines that wring-vs From nothing but our sin receaueth strength to sting-vs Yea surely in our selues abides our miserie Our Grand-sire Adam left vs that for legacie When he enthrald him selfe vnto the law of sin Wherein his guiltie heires their greef-full birth begin The Lord had giuen to him a Nature and a feature Perfect indeed and blest aboue all other creature And of this Earthlie world had stablisht him as King Subiecting to his rule the raines of euerie thing His spirit within it selfe no selfe-debates did nurse Hauing no knowledge yet of better nor of wurse His bodie euer blith and healthfull felt no war Of those fower qualities that now do euer iar Nor any poysonie plant nor any serpent fell Nor any noysome beast could hurt him any deale He might without the tast of bitter death attaine Vnto the hauen of heauen where all trew Ioies doe raigne And had he not misdone he might haue well bequeathed The same inheritance to all that euer breathed How happie had he bin if he had neuer eaten Th'unlawfull fatall frute that double death did threaten O that he neuer had preferd the serpent's flatter Before th' eternall law of all the world's creator You shall be said the fiend like supreme deities This sweet frutes sugred iuice shall open both your eyes Which now your tirant God enuying all your blisse Blinds with a filmie vaile of blacke obscurities Least that you should become his equalls in degree Knowing both good and ill as well as euer he Poore Eue beleues him straight and Man beleeus his wife And biteth by and by the apple asking-life Whereof so soone as hee had tasted he beginns But all too-late alas to see his cursed sinnes His eyes indeed were ope and then he had the skill To know the difference between the good and ill Then did he know how good good was when he had lost-it And euill too he knew but ah too deerly cost-it Leauing himselfe besides the sorrow of his losse Nothing but sad dispaire of succor in his crosse He found him selfe falne down from blisse-full state of peace Into a ciuill war where discords neuer cease His soule reuolting soone became his bitter foe But as it oft befalls that worst do strongest grow She is not easde at all by th'inly striuing iarres Which do annoye her more them th'irefull open warrs Wrath hatred enuie feare sorrow dispare and such And passions opposite to these afflicte as much Distracting to an fro the Princesse of his life In restles mutinies and neuer-ceasing strife Then th'humor-brethren all hott cold and wet and drie Falne out among themselues augment his miserie So that by their debate within his flesh there seeded A haruest of such weeds as neuer can be weeded All creatures that before as subiects did atend him Now mong themselues conspire by al means to offend-him In breefe Immortall borne now mortall he became And bound his soule to bide hells euer-burning flame Leauing his wofull heires euen from their birth s begining Heires of his heavie paine as of his hainous sinning So that in him the Lord condemned all mankind To beare the punishment to his foule sinne assign'd And none had ever scap't had not the God of grace Desiring more to saue then to subvert his race Redeem'd vs by the death of his deare onely sonne And chosen vs in him before the world begunne Forgiuing vs the fault and with the fault the fine All saue this temporall death of Adams sinne the signe Now in the horror of those ease-lesse end-lesse paines It may be rightlie said that evill ever raignes That 's evill's verie selfe and not this seeming-woe Whereof the wanton world complaineth dayly so Liv'd we ten thousand yeares continuallie tormented In all fell tortures straunge that ever were invented What 's that compar'd to time that never shall expire Amid th' infernall flames whose least-afflicting fyre Exceedeth all the paines all mortall hearts can think Sure all that we endure till Laethe droppes we drink T is all but ease to

that or if it be a paine Is in respect of that a verie trifle vaine But were 't a great deale worse why should we evil name That which we rather finde a medicine for the same Health wealth securitie honour and ease do make vs Forget our God and God for that doth soone forsake vs Whereas afflictions are the readie meanes to mooue vs To seeke our health in him that doth so dearly loue-vs 'T is true indeed say some that benefite they bring-vs But yet the smart thereof doth so extreamely wring-vs That th'evill which they feele that doe endure the same Makes them esteeme it iust to giue it that for name Mans nature certainly it cannot be denyed Is thrall to many throwes while heer on earth we bide In bodie and in soule the troubled soule sostaines A thousand passions strong the bodie thousand paines And that 's the wretched state the which yere-while I said Was iustlie due to vs when Adam disobayd But he that 's once new-borne in Iesus Christ by faith Who his assured hope in God sole setled hath Who doth beleeue that god giues essence vnto all And all sustaineth still that nothing doth befall But by his sacred will and that no strength that striveth To stop his iust decrees can stand or euer thriueth Not onely doth accept all paines with patience The which he takes for due vnto his deepe offence Nor only is content if such be gods good pleasure To feele a thousand fold a much more ample measure But euen delights therein and void of any feare Expects th'extremitie of all assaults to beare Whether almightie god abate their woonted vigor Or that his may not feele their crosses cruell rigor Do wholly arme them with new forces for the nonce To beare the bitter brunt or whether both at-once And to approoue this true how many daylie drink Of torments bitter cup that neuer seeme to shrink Alas what sharper smart what more-afflicting paines What worser griefe than that which ceas-leslie sustaines He that by some mischaunce or els by martiall thunder Vnhappily hath had some maine bone broke in sunder What torment feeleth not the sore-sicke deep-diseased One while with cruell fit of burning fever ceased Another while assailde with collicke and with stone Or with the cure-lesse Gout whose rigour yeelds to none Or thousand other griefes whose bitter-vexing strife Disturbes continuallie the quiet of our life Yet notwithstanding this in all this painfull anguish Though the most part repine plain mourn languish Murmuring against the Lord with malcontented voice Some praise his clemencie and in his rods reioyce How manie such deare Saints haue fel tormentors seen To die betweene their hands through moody tyrants teen So little daunted at their martyrdome and slaughter That in th'extremitie they haue expressed laughter How many at the stake nay in the verie flame Haue sung with cheerful voice th' almighties prais-ful name Yet were they all compact of Artirs and of vaines Of sinewes bones and flesh and sensible of paines By nature at the least as much as anie other For being issued all from one selfe earthly mother What makes them then to find such extream smart so sweet What makes them patientlie those deadly pangs to meet No doubt it is the Lord who first of nothing made-vs Who with his liberall hand of goodnes still doth lade-vs Some more and other lesse and neuer ceaseth space From making vs to feele the fauours of his grace Accurst are they indeed whom hee doth all abandon To doe their lust for law and run their life at randon Accurst who neuer tast the sharp-sweet hand of God Accurst ah most accurste who neuer feele his rod. Such men by nature borne the bond-slaues vnto sinne Through selfe-corruption end worse then they did beginne For how thy longer liue the more by their amisse They draw them neerer hell and farther of from blisse Such men within themselues their euill's spring containe Their is no outward thing as falsly they complaine Cause of their cureles ill for good is euerie thing And good can of it selfe to no-man euill bring Now if they could aright these earthly pleasures prize According to their wurth they would not in such wise For lacke or losse of those so vaine and transitorie Lament so bitterlie nor be so sadlie-sorrie But ouer-louing still these outward things vnstable To rest in true content an howre they are not able No not a moment's time their feare doth so assaile-them And if their feare fall true that their Good fortun faile-them Then swell their sullen harts with sorrow till they burst And then poore desperat soules they deeme themselues accurst And so indeed they are but yet they err in this In blaming other things for their owne selfe-amisse Other indifferent things that neither make nor marre But to the good bee good to th' euill euill are Is' t not great folishnes for any to complaine That somthing is not don which doth him nought cōstrain Sith if he vse the same soule-health it hurteth not Nor if hee doe not vse 't it helpeth not a iot But needs must we complain say some for we haue cause Then at your perrill bee 't for that which cheefly drawes You therto tis intruth your brutnesse in misdeeming Things euill that are good for sence-contrarie seeming And whilst that in the darke of this foule errors mist Your drowsie spirits do droop alas what maruell i st If euill follow you and if iniurious still To others you impute your selfe-ingendered ill Happie are they to whom the Lord vouchsafeth sight To see the louelie beames and life-infusing light Of his sweet sacred truth whereby we may perceaue And iudge arightly what to loue and what to leaue Such men within their soules their goods haue wholy plast Such goods as neuer fire can either burne or wast Nor any theefe can steale nor pirate make his praie Nor vsurie consume nor tirant take awaie Nor times all-gnawing tooth can fret awaie nor finish Nor any accident of sad mischance deminish For it is built on God a rocke that euer stands Not on the vanities of these inconstant sands Which are more mutable then wind and more vnstable And day by day doe make so many miserable O to what sweet content to what high ioyes aspires He that in God alone can limmit his desires He that in him alone his hopes can wholie rest He that for only end waites for the wages blest Wherewith he promiseth for euer sans respect Of their selfe-meriting to guerdon his elect What is it can bereaue the wealth of such a man What is it that disturb his perfect pleasures can What is it can supplant his honnors and degrees Sith all his treasures his delights his dignities Are all laid vp in heauen where it were all in vaine For all the sonnes of earth to war with might and maine No doubt will some man say each christian doth aspire After this bodies death to those deer

accomplish this For many can doe more then one without respect And still the greater cause the greater the effect Indeed say othersome these reasons haue some reason But then whence commes it that so many men in prison With hundred thousand paines pincht and oppressed sore In steed of bettering thear wax wurser then before Insteed of sweet content do still complaine and crie In steed of learning more lose former industrie Though in apparance great your sayings seeme but iust Yet plaine experience sure we thinke is best to trust That hidden vertue rare that so great good atchiues Lies in the prisoners hart not in his heauie giues The good grow better there the bad becomme the wurse For by their sinne they turne Gods blessing into curse And that 's the cause the most are malcontent and sad Sith euermore the good are fewer then the bad But wherefore doth not God to all vouchsafe this grace Proud earth-wormes pawse we there let 's feare before his face Admiring humblie all his holie iudgments high Exceeding all too farr our weake capacitie The potters vessell vile doth vs our lesson show Which argues not with him why he hath made it so Much lesse may we contend but rather rest content With that which God hath giuen He is omnipotent All gratious and all good most iust and perfit wise On some he poures a sea of his benignities On some a shallow brooke on other some a floode Giuing to some a smale to some a greater good As from eternitie hath pleasd th' eternall Spirit To loue men more or lesse without respect of merrit For my part should I liue ten Nestor's yeers to passe Had I a hundred tongues more smooth then Tullye's was Had I a voice of steele and had I brazen sides And learning more then all the Helyconian guides Yet were I all too-weake to tell the many graces That in ten thousand sorts and in ten thousand places Ten hundred thousand times he hath vouchsafed mee Not for my merrits sake but for his mercie free But yet mong all the goods that of his liberall bountie I haue receaud so oft non to compare accoumpt-I With this close prisonment wherein he doth with-draw-me Far from the wanton world and to himselfe doth draw-me I poasted on a pace to ruine and perdicion When by this sharp-sweet pil my cunning kind Phisicion Did purge maugre my will the poisonie humor fell Wherwith my sin-sick hart alreadie gan to swell I lookt for nothing lesse then for these miseries And paines that I haue prou'd the world 's vaine vanities Had so seduce't my soule with baits of sugred bane That it was death to me from pleasure to be tane But crossing my request God for my profit gaue Me quight the contrarie to that which I did craue So that my body barring from a freedome small He set my soule at large which vnto sinne was thrall Wounding with musket shot my feeble arme he cured The festring sores of sinne the which my soule endured Tripping me from the top of some meane dignitie Which drew me vp to climbe the mount of vanitie He raisde me from the depth of vices darksome cell The which incessantly did ding me downe to hel Easing me to conclude of all the griefe and care wherewith these false delights for euer sauced are He made me find and feele amid my most annoyes A thousand true contents and thousand perfect ioyes But some perhaps amaz'd wil muse what kinde of pleasure Here I can take and how I passe my time and leasure For in foule idlenesse to spend so large a time It cannot be denyed to be a grieuous cryme First in the morning when the spirit is fresh and fit I sucke the honney sweet from foorth the sacred writ Wherin by faith we taste that true celestiall bread Whence our immortall soules are euer only fed Then search I out the sawes of other sage diuines The best here to be had among whose humaine lines Supported by the grace of Gods especiall power I leaue the thorne behind and plucke the healthsome flower Sometimes I doe admire in books of heathen men Graue sayings sauoring more a sacred Christian pen Than manie of our age whose bold vnlearned pride Thinking to honour God hath errd on euery side Sometimes when I obserue in euery ancient storie Such vertuous presidents trimme patternes of true glory I wofully bewaile our wretched wicked daies where vertue is despisde and vice hath all the praise Oft I lament to see so many noble wits Neglecting Gods high praise that best their learning fits To sing of nought but lyes and loves wanton theames False sooth-sinne flatteries and idle Fairie dreames Then turning towards those that fild with holier flame For onely subiect choose th'Eternals sacred name These chiefly I admire whose honourable browes Disdayne the fayned crowne of fading Laurel boughs Then full-gorg'd with the sweets of such a daintie feast Prickt forward with desire to imitate the best Oft times I excercise this arte-les muse of mine To sing in holie verse some argument deuine One while to praise my God for all receaued good An other while to beg that in his deere sonnes blood My blacke sinnes he will wash and that he will not waigh At his high iustice beame how I haue gon a-stray Somtimes these wretched times to pittie and deplore Wherein the wicked ones do florish more and more Somtimes to waile the state of sad distressed Sion Imploring to her aide the Tribe of Iudah's Lion If any other theame at any time I take Yet neuer doth my verse the setled bounds forsake That veritie prescribes nor now no more disguise The vgly face of sinne with maske of painted lies And though that heertofore I also in my time Haue writ loues vanities in wanton idle rime T was as a whet-stone that whereon I whet my stile Yer it weare ablely-apt ought grauer to compile Yet I repent thereof for wee must neuer tend To bring by euill meanes a good intent to end When as my wearie spirits some relaxacion aske To recreate the same I take some other taske One while vpon the Lute my nimble ioints I plie Then on the Virginalls to whose sweet harmonie Marrying my simple voice in solemne tunes I sing Some psalme or holy song vnto the heauenly King So that the idlest hower of all the time that flies So fast is neuer free from some good excercise Wherein I ioie as much as euer I haue donne In the most choice delights found vnderneth rhe sunne But you can neuer walke nor go to take the aire Nor once looke out of doore be weather nere so faire But there in solitud you leade your life alone Bard from the fellowship of almost euerie one Which doubtles at the last must greeue you needs I thinke A man that neuer thirsts hath neuer need of drincke So though I be bereft these other things you speake-of I misse nor mind them not as things I neuer reake-of For I haue scoold my hart since my captiuitie To wish for nothing els but what is graunted mee And what is graunted me contents me passing well In each condition doth some contentment dwell But men of differing states haue difference in delights What pleaseth common eyes that irketh princes sights What rashelings do delight that sober men dispise What fooles take pleasure in doth but offend the wise What prosperous people loath afflicted folke will loue And what the free abhorr that prisoners will approue But all haue equally indifferent power to make Them equally content that can them rightly take For who so presently himselfe can rightly beare Hath neither passed ill nor future ill to feare Th' one which is now no more ought now no more affray-vs Th' other which is not yet as little can dismay-vs For what no essence hath that also hath no might And that which hath power can do a man no spight Besids sith that our life is but a pilgrimage Through which we dalie passe to th'heauenly heritage Although it seeme to thee that these my bands do let-mee Yet hast I to the goale the which my God hath set-me As fast as thou that runst thy selfe so out of breath In poasting night and day by dales and hills and heath If thou haue open feelds and I be prisoner T'importeth me no more then to the mariner Whether he go to sea shipt in some spatious arke Or els at lesser scope abord some lesser barke Nay heer the least is best sith this vast occean wide Whereon we daily saile a thousand rocks doth hide Gainst which the greater ships are cast awaye full oft While small boats for the most float ouer safe aloft Then may I well conclude with reason and assurance That thear's no better state then to be kept in durance A sweeter kind of life I neuer prou'd then thear Nor was I euer toucht with lesser greefe and care If that I care at all it is for others cause And for the miseries this times corruption drawes But being well assur'd that nothing here betideth Against Gods ordinance and will that all things guideth And knowing him to be good iust and most of might I gladlie yeeld my selfe to th' order hee hath pight For he it is that now makes me accept so well And like of this estate which others hate as hell He t' is that heretofore vouchsaft me like releefe When as I was opprest with a more greeuous greefe He t' is from whom I hope in time too-come no lesse Athough a hundred fold were dubbled my distresse Yea hee it is that makes me profit euery day And also so content in this estate to stay That of my libertie I am not now so faine To thinke by libertie a happier life to gaine For I were well content no more from hence to go If I might profit most my frends and cuntrie so Now here I humblie praie expecting such an end The Lord still towards me his fauour to extend And that he will vouchsafe still to alott like grace To all that for like cause are handled in like case FINIS