furious thrist of proud aspiring dies not Whose hands transported with fantastike passion Bear painted Scepters in imagination Then Auarice all-arm'd in hooking Tenters And clad in Bird-lime without bridge she venters Through fell Charybdis and false Syrtes Nesse The more her welth the more her wretchedness Cruell respect-less friend-less faith-less Elf That hurts her neighbour but much more her self Whose foule base fingers in each dunghill poar Like Tantalus starv'd in the midst of store Not what she hath but what she wants she counts A wel-wingd Bird that neuer lofty mounts Then boyling Wrath stern cruell swift and rash That like a Boar her teeth doth grinde and gnash Whose hair doth stare like bristled Porcupine Who som-times rowles her ghastly-glowing eyn And som-time fixtly on the ground doth glaunce Now bleak then bloody in her Countenance Rauing and rayling with a hideous sound Clapping her hands stamping against the ground Bearing Bâ—cconi fire and sword to slay And murder all that her for pitty pray Baning her self to bane her Enemy Disdaining Death prouided others dy Like falling Towrs o'r-turned by the winde That break themselues on that they vnder-grinde And then that Tyrant all-controuling Loue Whom heer to paint doth little me behooue After so many rare Apelleses As in this Age our Albion nourishes And to be short thou doest to battail bring As many Souldiers 'gainst the Creatures King Yet not his owne as in this life Mankinde True very Goods or seeming Goods doth finde Now if but like the Lightning in the sky These sudden Passions past but swiftly by The horrible effects of the Passions of the soule far more dangerous then the diseases of the body The fear were less but O! too-oft they leaue Keen stings behinde in Soules that they deceiue From this foul Fountain all these poysons rise Rapes Treasons Murders Incests Sodomies Blaspheming Bibbing Theeuing False-contracting Church-chaffering Cheating Bribing and Exacting Alas how these far-worse then death Diseases Exceed each Sicknes that our body seises Which makes vs open war and by his spight Giues to the Patient many a holsom light Now by the colour or the Pulles beating Or by som Fit som sharper dolor threatning Whereby the Leach neer-ghessing at our grief Not seldom findes sure means for our relief But for these Ills raign in our Intellect Which only them both can and ought detect They rest vnknown or rather self-conceal'd And soule-sick Patients care not to be heal'd Besides we plainly call the Feuer Feuer The Dropsie Dropsie ouer-gilding neuer With guile-full flourish of a fained phraze The cruell Languors that our bodies craze Whereas our fond self-soothing Soule thus sick Rubs her owne sore with glozing Rhetorik Cloaking her vice and makes the blinded Blain Not fear the touch of Reasons Cautere vain And sure if euer filthy Vice did iet The miserable corruption of our Times worse then all former Ages In sacred Vertues spot-less mantle neat 'T is in our days more hatefull and vn-hallow'd Then when the World the Waters wholly swallow'd I le spare to speak of foulest Sins that spot Th' infamous beds of men of mighty lot Least I the Saints chaste tender ears offend And seem them more to teach then reprehend Who bear vpon their French-sick backs about All riotous Prodigalitie disguised with the name of Liberalitie Farms Castles Fees in golden shreads cut-out Whose lauish hand at one Primero-rest One Mask one Turney or one pampering Feast Sends treasures scrap't by th' Vsury and Care Of miser Parents Liberall counted are Who with a maiden voice and mincing pase Quaint looks curl'd locks perfumes and painted face Effeminate curiofitie luxuvious Pride miscalled Cleanlines Base coward-hart and wanton soft array Their man-hood only by their Beard bewray Are Cleanly call'd Who like Lust-greedy Goates Insatiate lust and Beast like Loosenes surnamed Loue. Brothel from bed to bed whose Siren-notes Inchaunt chaste Susans and like hungry Kite Fly at all game they Louers are behight Who by false bargains and vnlawfull measures Extream Extortion counted Thrist Robbing the World haue he aped kingly treasures Who cheat the simple lend for fifty fifty Hundred for hundred are esteemed Thrifty Blasphemous Quarrels brauest Courage Who alwaies murder and reuenge affect Who feed on bloud who neuer doe respect State Sex or Age but in all humane lyues In cold bloud bathe their paricidiall kniues Are stiled Valiant Grant good Lord our Land Inhuman Murder highest Manhood May want such valour whose self-cruell hand Fights for our foes our proper life-blood spils Our Cities sacks and our owne Kindred kils Lord let the Launce the Gun the Sword Shield Beturn'd to tools to furrow-vp the field And let vs see the Spyders busie task Wov'n in the belly of the plumed Cask But if braue Lands-men your war-thirst be such If in your brests sad Enyon boyl so much What holds you heer alas what hope of crowns Our fields are flocks-less treasure-less our Towns Goe then nay run renowned Martialists Re-found French-Greece in now Natolian lists Hy hy to Flanders free with conquering stroak Your Belgian brethren from th' Iberians yoake To Portingal people Galizian-Spain And graue your names on Lysbon's gates again FINIS THE HANDI-CRAFTS THE IIII. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT The Prayse of Peace the miserable states Of Edens Exiles their vn-curious Cates Their simple habit silly habitation They finde out Fire Their formost Propagation Their Childrens trades their offerings enuious Cain His better Brother doth vnkindly brain With inward horror hurried vp and down He breaks a Horse he builds a homely Town Iron 's inuented and sweet Instruments Adam fore-tells of After-Worlds euents HEavn's sacred Imp fair Goddess that renew'st The Poet heere welcometh peace which after long absence seems about this time to haue returned into France The Benefits she brings with Her Th' old golden Age and brightly now re-blew'st Our cloudy sky making our fields to smile Hope of the vertuous horror of the vile Virgin vnseen in France this many a yeer O blessed Peace we bid thee welcom heer Lo at thy presence how who late were prest To spur their Steeds couch their staues in rest For fierce incounter cast away their spears And rapt with ioy them enter-bathe with tears Lo how our Marchant-vessels to and fro Freely about our trade-full Waters go How the graue Senate with iust-gentle rigour Resumes his Robe the Laws their ancient vigour Lo how Obliuions Seas our strifes do drown How walls are built that war had thundred down Lo how the Shops with busie Crafts-men swarm How Sheep and Cattle cover every Farm Behold the Bon-fires waving to the skies Hark hark the cheerfull and re-chaunting cries Of old and young singing this ioyfull Dittie Iö reioyce reioyce through Town and Citie Thanks-giuing to God for peace Let all our ayr re-eccho with the praises Of th' everlasting glorious God who raises Our ruin'd State who
How long they had that Garden in possession Before their proud and insolent Transgression What Children there they earned and how many Of whether sex or whether none or any Or how at least they should haue propagated If the sly malice of the serpent hated Causing their fall had not defil'd their kin And vnborn seed with leprosie of Sin If void of Venus sith vnlike it is Such blessed state the noble flowr should miss Of Virgin-head or folk so perfect chaste Should furious feel when they their loues imbraç't Such tickling flames as our fond soule surprise That dead a-while in Epilepsâ—e lies And slack our sinews all by little and little Drowning our reason in foule pleasure brittle Or whether else as men in gender now Sith spouse-bedspot-less laws of God allow If no excess command sith else again The Lord had made the double sex in vain Whether their Infants should haue had the Powr We now perceiue in fresh youths Iusty flowr As nimble feet lims strong and vigorous Industrious hands and hearts couragious Sith before sin Man ought not less appear In Natures gifts then his then-seruants were And loe the Partridge which new-hatched bears On her weak back her parent-house and wears In stead of wings a bever-supple down Follows her dam through furrows vp and down Or else as now sith in the womb of Eue A man of thirtie yeares could neuer liue Nor may we iudge ' gainst Natures course apparant Without the sacred Scriptures speciall warrant Which for our good as Heav'ns deer babe hath right To countermaund our reason and our sight Whether their seed should with their birth haue brought Deep Knowledge Reason Vnderstanding-thought Sith now wee see the new-fall'n feeble Lamb Yet stayn'd with bloud of his distressed Dam Knowes wel the Wolf at whose fell sight he shakes And right the tear of th' vnknow'n Eaw he takes And sith a dull Dunce which no knowledge can Is a dead image and no liuing man Or the thick vail of Ignorance's night Had hooded-vp their issues inward sight Sith the much moisture of an Infant brain Receiues so many shapes that ouer-lam New dash the old and the trim commixation Of confus'd fancies full of alteration Makes th' Vnderstanding hull which settle would But findes no firm ground for his Anchors hold Whether old ADAM should haue left the place Vnto his Sonnes they to their after-race Or whether all together at the last Should gloriously from thence to Heav'n haue past Search whoso list who list let vaâ—â—t in pride The decision of such Questions is a busie idlenes T' haue hit the white and let him sage decide The many other doubts that vainly rise For mine owne part I will not seem so wise I will not waste my trauail and my seed To reap an empty straw or fruitless reed Alas we know what Orion of grief Rain'd on the curst head of the creatures Chief Sin makes vs perceiue more then sufficiently what happines our Grand-sire lost and what misery he got by his shamefull Fall After that God against him war proclaim'd And Satan princedom of the earth had claim'd But none can know precisely how at all Our Elders liv'd before their odious fall An vnknow'n Cifer and deep Pit it is Where Dircean Oedipus his marks would miss Sith Adam's self if now he liv'd anew Could scant vnwinde the knotty snarled clew Of double doubts and questions intricate That Schools dispute about this pristin state But this sole point I rest resolved in But for sinne man had not been subiect vnto Death That seeing Death 's the meer effect of sin Man had not dreaded Death's all-slaying might Had hee still stood in Innocence vpright For as two Bellows blowing turn by turn Simile By little and little make cold coals to burn And then their fire inflames with glowing heat An yron bar which on the Anuil beat Seems no more yron but flyes almost all In hissing sparks and quick bright cinders small So the Worlds Soule should in our soule inspire Th' eternall force of an eternall fire And then our soule as form breathe in our corse Her count-less numbers and Heav'n-tuned force Wherewith our bodies beauty beautified Should like our death-less soule haue neuer died Heer wot I well som wranglers will presume Obiections against the estate of man who had not beene subiect vnto death but for Sinne. To say Small fire will by degrees consume Our humor radicall and how-be-it The differing vertues of those fruits as yet Had no agreement with the harmfull spight Of the fell Persian dangerous Acomte And notwithstanding that then ADAMS taste Could well haue vsed all without all waste Yet could they not restore him euery day Vnto his body that which did decay Because the food cannot as being strange So perfectly in humane substance change For it resembleth wine wherein too rife Simile Water is brewd whereby the pleasant life Is ouer-cool'd and so there rests in fine Nought of the strength sauour or taste of wine Besides in time the naturall faculties Are tyr'd with toyl and th' Humour-enemies Our death conspiring vndermine at last Of our Soules prisons the foundations fast I but the Tree of life the strife did stay Answer to those obiections Which th' Humours caused in this house of clay And stopping th' euill changed perfect good In body fed the body of the food Only the soules contagious malady Had force to frustrate this high remedy Immortall then and mortall man was made Conclusion Mortall he liv'd and did immortall vade For 'fore th' effects of his rebellious ill To die or liue was in his power and will But since his Sin and proud Apostasie Ah! die he may but not alas not-dy As after his new-birth he shall attain Onely a powr to neuer-dy again FINIS THE IMPOSTVRE THE II. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Iustice and Mercy modul'd in their kinde Satans proud Hate and Enuie to Mankinde His many Engins and malitious Wiles Whereby the best he many-times beguiles Why he assum'd a Body and began With Eue by Her to vndermine her Man Their dreadfull Fall Their drousie Conscience Gods righteous Sentence for their foul Offence On them and Theirs Their Exile Eden barr'd With flaming Sword and Scraphin for guard O Who shall lend me light and nimble wings That passing Swallows and the swiftest things Euen in a moment boldly-daring I From Heav'n to Hell from Hell to Heav'n may fly O! who shall showe the countenance and gestures Of Mercy and Iustice which fair sacred sisters With equall poiz doe euer ballance ev'n Th' vnchanging Proiects of the King of Heav'n Th' one stern of look the other milde-aspecting Th' one pleas'd with tears the other bloud affecting Th' one bears the Sword of vengeance vnrelenting Th' other brings Pardon for the true-repenting Th' one from Earths Eden Adam did dismiss Th' other hath rais'd him to a higher Bliss Who
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
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
his wretchednes he sooner comes to knowe That from worlds vanities he may himselfe aduance Which hold all those frō heauen that still delight that dance He feares not those at all that with their vtmost might Hauing the body slaine can do no farther spight But onely him that with ten thousand deaths can kill The soule and body both for euer if he will He knowes it is their lot that seek to please their God To be afflicted still with persecutions rod So that what euer crosse how euer sharpe assaile-him His constant harts-content and comfort 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 wearinesse oppresl Complaines that night is come when he shall goe to rest The Marchant that returnes from some far for raine 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 too soon home to his natiue soil Free from all perils sad that threaten Saylours 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 Bark into this Creeke before In th' euerlasting Land he can set foot a-shoare That he can neuer come to in-corruption Vnles that first his flesh doo feele corruption So that all rapt with ioy hauing his helpe so readie This ship-wrack he escapes as on a rock 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 dayes by naturall disease Or in a boysterous storme do perish on the Seas Or by the bloody hands of armed foes be slaine Or by mischance a stone fall downe and dash his braine Or by the murdering ball of new-found earthly thunder By day or els by night 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 noisom place Where Adders Toades and Snakes crawle ouer feet 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 maner and the meanes to him in different is As for the differing paine if any him doo torture If it be violent he knowes it is the shorter But be it n'er so long long sure it cannot last To vs whose Post-like life is all so quickly past Now such a man in whom such firme contents do hyue Who can denie to be the happiest man aliue And who so impudent that dareth now professe That this worlds fained sweet whose vnfain'd bitternesse Brings to this very life full many torments fell And after dingeth downe to th' endles paine of Hell Should be prefer'd before these seeming-sowrs that make vs Taste many true-sweet sweets yer this dead life forsake vs And after lift vs vp to that same blessed ioy That euermore shall last exempt from all annoy So few there will be found as I suppose so deeming As many which more fear'd with these ills falsly-seeming Than inlie falne-in-loue with Heauen-ioyes excellence Approouing this estate flye't as the pestilence And yet in this estate is found felicity As far foorth as it may amid the vanity Of this frail fading world where ech thing hourly changes For neuer from itselfe true happinesse estranges It neuer doth decay it neuer doth decrease Inspight of angry Warre it euer liues in peace Maugre poore want it hath ten thousand kinds of wealth Amid infirmities it hath continuall health Inuiron'd round with woe it doth reioyce and sing Depriv'd of dignities it 's greater than a King It sits secure and safe free from hart-pining feares For euer with it selfe it all deere treasures beares Not needing any aide of men-of-armes to watch them Nor fearing fraud nor force of any foe to catch-them Whereas we daily see so many men whose mind To transitorie trash of world-wealth is inclinde In their aboundance beg and in their plenty poore For who hath had so much that hath not wished more No treasures can suffice the gulfe of their desire Yea make them Emperours yet will they more aspire Peace cannot pacifie the fell rebellious broyle That in their troubled soule doth euer burne and boyle For euery short content of any false delight A thousand bitter throwes torment them day and night All their estate doth stand abroad in hands of Strangers Therfore the more their wealth the more their daily dāgers The more their miseries because the more they need Much strength and many men vnto their hoords to heed Dreading with cause least craft and cruelty or either Bereaue them of their blisse and treasure both together Needs must we then confesse that in aduersity There is more happines then in prosperitie Sith that the minde of man so soone it selfe betrayes Vnto the guilefull snares that worldly pleasure layes Which make vs at the last head-long to Hell to runne All which aduersitie doth make vs safely shunne But here it may be askt if pleasure state and store Plunging vs in the Pit of vices more and more Be subiect so to make vs more and more accurst Must we esteeme that griefe which sense esteemeth worst More fit to better vs and bring vs vnto blisse Then those whose smarting sting is not so strong as this Sure sith that in ourselues our cause originall Of blisse and bale we hide it matters not at all For still the faithfull man one and the same remains Whether the grief be great or little he sustains Sith how so e're it be he takes occasion thence To seek in God alone his comfort and defence But for because our soule the while she doth consort With this grosse fleshly lump cannot but in som sort Suffer as sensible yea oftentimes so far That her best functions all lesse apt and able are Than els at other times I doo suppose the proof Of one then other ill auailes more in behoof That this is so we see a sick-man oft to finde Such ioyfull quietnes and comfort in his minde That he esteems himselfe the best content a-liue But yet the sharpe disease which doth his health depriue With-holdeth in som sort his senses and his wit That freely other-where he cannot vse them fit And so it fares with him that through-resolued well Endures the cruell strains of any torture fell Now for the banisht man the changing of his dwelling Neuer disturbes his ioy And he whose wealth excelling Turns in a trice to want by whatsoeuer chaunce His courage never shrinks nor yet his countenaunce So that in their content all foure are all a-like A-like reioycing all in their afflictions eke A-like
יהוה HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE DU BARTAS HIS Deuine Weekes and Workes Translated And Dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Josuah Syluester Now thirdly corrected augm ANAGRAMMATA REGIA Regi IACOBVS STVART Iusta Scrutabo IAMES STVART A iust Master FOr A iust Master haue I labour'd long To A iust Master haue I vow'd my best By A iust Master should I take no wrong With A iust Master would my life be blest In A iust Master are all Vertues met From A iust Master flowes aboundant grace But A iust Master is so hard to get That A iust Master seems of Phoenix race Yet A iust Master haue I found in fine Of A iust Master if you question This Whom A iust Master I so iust define My Liege IAMES STVART A iust Master is And A iust Master could my Work deserue Such A iust Master would I iustly serue Voy Sire Saluste Au Tres-puissant tres-prudent tres-Auguste IAQVES par la grace de Dieu Roy de la Grande Britaigne de France d' Irlande Defenseur de lay Foy vnique Catholique Apostolique Christiene * ⎠* VOY SIRE ton SALVSTE habillé en Anglois Anglois encore plus de Coeur que de language Qui cognoistant loyal ton Royal Heritage En çes beaux Liz dorez au Sceptre des Gaulois CoÌ„me au vray Souverain des vrays Subiects François Cy a tes pieds sacrez te faict son sainct Hommage De ton Hoeur Grandeur eternal tesmoignage Miroir de touts Heros Miracle de touts Roys VOY SIRR toÌ„ SALVSTE ou pour le moins son ombre Ou l'ombre pour le moins de se Traicts plus divins Qui ores trop noyrçis par moÌ„ pinçeau trop sombre S'esclair çiront aux Raiz de tes Yieux plus benins Donques d'vn oeil benin d'vn accueil Auguste Reçoy ton cher Bartas VOY SIRE SALVSTE Anagrammatisme de IOSVA SYLVESTRE de vostre Maiestè Tres humble Subiect Seruiteur A l'istessa sua Mäestá serenisma NEptun ' gielozo de La Musa Ingléze L'immura si del Braccio crystallino Ch'il piu divin del Canto suo divino Poco s'intende fuòr del suo Paëze â—erò Signor Come già la Francèze T'à Celebrato di-quà l' Apenino Di-là l' ITALICA al Peregrino Anche farà l' alte tue Lodi intèse Siche la Sèna el Pà do prestaranno Lor Chori sacri per Cantà r l' immenza Alma Virtù Valòr Pietà Prudénza Di GIACOMO gran SALOMON Britanno Per di tua Gloria vdita qualâ—e quanta Rapir il Mondo in maraviglia santa L'istesso Osseruantissimo I. S. INSCRIPTIO To England's Scotland's France Ireland's KING Great Emperour of EVROPE'S greatest Iles Monarch of Hearts and Arts and euery thing Beneath BOOTES manie thousand myles Vpon whose Head Honour and Fortune smiles About whose brows clusters of Crowns do spring VVhose Faith Him Champion of the FAITH en-stiles VVhos 's VVisdome's Fame O're all the World dooth ring MNEMOSYNE Her faire Daughters bring The DAPHNEAN Crown To Crowne Him Laureat VVhole and sole Soueraigne Of the THE SPIAN Spring Prince of PARNASSVS Piërian State And with their Crown their kingdoms Arms they yeelde Thrice three Penns Sun-like in a Cynthian field Sign'd by TIMES-SELVES and their high Treasorer BARTAS the great Ingrosst by SYLVESTER Our SVNNE did Set and yet no NIGHT ensew'd Our WOE-full losse so IOY-full gaine did bring In teares wee smile amid our sighes we Sing So suddainely our dying LIGHT renew'd As when the ARABIAN only Bird doth burne Her aged body in sweete FLAMES to death Out of Her CINDERS A newe Birde hath breath In whom the BEAVTIES Of the FIRST returne From Spicie Ashes of the sacred VRNE Of our dead Phoenix dear ELIZABETH A new true PHOENIX liuely flourisheth Whom greater glories than the First adorne So much O KING thy sacred Worth presum-I-on IAMES thou iust Heire of England's ioyfull VNION IAMES Thou iust Heire of England's ioyfull VNION VNITING now too This long sever'd I LE Sever'd for Strangers from it Selfe the while Vnder one Scepter in One Faith's Communion That in our Loues may never bee dis-vnion Throughout-all Kingdomes in thy Regall Stile Make CHRIST thy Guide In whom was neuer guile CLIO To RVLE thy Subiectes In his GOSPEL'S Vnion So on thy Seate thy Seede shall euer Florish To SION's Comfort and th' eternall Terror Of GOG and MAGOG Athëisme Error So shal one TRVTH thy people train nourish In meeke Obedience of Th' Almightie's Pleasure And to give CEASAR what belongs to CAESAR And to give CEASAR what belongs to CAESAR To sacred Thee drad Soveraigne deerest IAMES While sad-glad ENGLAND yields Hir Diadems To be dispos'd at Thine Imperiall Pleasure While Peers States expose their pomp treasure To entertaine thee from thy Tweed to THAMES VVith Royall Presentes And rare-pretious Gemmes THALIA As Mindes and Meanes Concurre in happy measure Heer gracious Lord lowe prostrate I present you The richest Iewell my poore FATE affoords A Sacrifice that long long since I meant you Your Minion BARTAS masked in My words With Him my Selfe my Seruice Wit and Arte With all the SINNEVVES of a Loyall Heart With all the SINNEWES of a Loyall Heart Vnto Your Royall Handes I humblie Sacre These weeks the works of the worlds glorius Maker Diuinely warbled by LORD BARTAS Art Though through my rudenes heer mis-tun'd in part For to whom meeter should This Muse betake her Than to Your Highnesse Whom as chiefe Partaker MELPOMENE All MVSES Crowne For Principall Desarte To whom should sacred Arte and learned Pietie In Highest Notes of Heauenly Musike Sing The Royall Deedes of the redoubted Dëitie But to a learned and religious KING To whom but You should Holy FAITH coÌ„mend-her Great king of ENGLAND christiaÌ„ FAITH' 's defender Great king of ENGLAND ChristiaÌ„ FAITH'S defender No Selfe-presuming of my Witt 's perfection In what is mine of this Diuine Confection Boldens mee thus to You the Same to tender But with the Rest the Best I haue to render For loyall Witnesse of my glad affection My MITE I offer To Your High Protection CALLIOPE Which MORE it needs The more it selfe is slender But for mine AVTHOR in his Sacred-fury I know your Highnes knows him Prince of Singers And His rare Workes worthy Your Royall fingers Though heer His lustre too-too-much obscure-I For His sake therefore and Your Selfes Benignitie Accept my ZEALE and pardon mine indignitie Accept my ZEALE and pardon mine Indignitie Smoothing with smiles sterne Maiesties Seueritie Sith from this Errour of my bolde temeritie Great good may grow through heav'ns and your benignitie For farre more equall to your BARTAS Dignitie This may prouoke with more diuine dexteritie Some NOBLER Wit To SING to our Posteritie TERPSICHORE This NOBLEST Worke After it Self's Condignitie Or else the sweete Rayes of your Royall Fauour May shine so warme on these wilde Fruites of mine As much may
the Goats he shall his Sheep disseuer These Blest in Heav'n those Curst in Hell for euer O thou that once scornd as the vilest drudge Didst fear the doom of an Italian Iudge Daign deerest Lord when the last Trump shall summon To this Grand Sessions all the World in common Daign in That Day to vndertake my matter And as my Iudge so be my Mediator Th' eternall Spring of Power and Prouidence Hauing spoken of the creation of the Matter he sheweth how what Forme God gaue vnto it creating in six Dayes his admirable workes In Forming of this All-circumference Did not vnlike the Bear which bringeth forth In th' end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth But after licking it in shape she drawes And by degrees she fashions out the pawes The head and neck and finally doth bring To a perfect beast that first deformed thing For when his Word in the vast Voyd had brought A confus'd heap of Wet-dry-cold-and-hot In time the high World from the lowe he parted And by itself hot vnto hot he sorted Hard vnto hard cold vnto cold he sent Moist vnto moist as was expedient And so in Six Dayes form'd ingeniously All things contain'd in th' VNIVERSITIE Not but he could haue in a moment made Wherefore God imployed six Dayes in creating the World This flowry Mansion where mankind doth trade Spred Heav'ns blew Curtains those Lamps haue burnisht Earth aire sea with beasts birds fish haue furnisht But working with such Art so many dayes A sumptuous Palace for Mankinde to raise Yer Man was made yet he declares to vs How kinde how carefull and how gracious He would be to vs being made to whom By thousand promises of things to-come Vnder the Broad-Seal of his deer Sons blood He hath assur'd all Riches Grace and Good By his Example he doth also shewe-vs How men should imitate God in his workes We should not heedles-hastily bestowe-vs In any Work but patiently proceed With oft re-vises Making sober speed In dearest business and obserue by proof That What is well don is don soon enough O Father of the Light of Wisedom Fountain The 1. â—reature extracted from the Chaos was Light Out of the Bulk of that confused Mountain What should what could issue before the Light Without which Beauty were no beauty hight In vain Timanthes had his Cyclope drawn In vain Parrhasius counterfeited Lawn In vain Apelles Uenus had begun Zeuxis Penelope if that the Sun To make them seen had neuer showen his splendor In vain in vain had been those Works of Wonder Th' Ephesian Temple the high Pharian-Tower And Carian Toomb Tropheis of Wealth and Power In vain they had been builded euery one By Scopas Sostrates and Câ—esiphon Had All been wrapt-vp from all humane sight In th' obscure Mantle of eternall Night What one thing more doth the good Architect In Princely Works more specially respect Then lightsomness to th' end the Worlds bright Eye Careeâ—ing dayly once about the Sky May shine therein and that in euery part It may seem pompous both for Cost and Art Whether Gods Spirit mouing vpon the Ball Of bubbling Waters which yet couered All Sundry opinions concerning the matter and creation of Light Thence forç't the Fire as when amid the Sky Auster and Boreas iusting furiously Vnder hot Cancer make two Clouds to clash Whence th' aire at mid-night flames with lightning flash Whether when God the mingled Lump dispackt From Fiery Element did Light extract Whether about the vast confused Crowd For twice-six howrs he spread a shining Cloud Which after he re-darkned that in time The Night as long might wrap-vp either Clime Whether that God made then those goodly beams Which gild the World but not as now it seems Or whether else som other Lamp he kindled Vpon the Heap yet all with Waters blindled Which flying round about gaue light in order To th' vn-plaç't Climates of that deep disorder As now the Sun circling about the Ball As Light 's bright Chariot doth enlighten All. No sooner said he Be there Light but lo Gen. 1. 3. The form-less Lump to perfect Form gan growe And all illustred with Lights radiant shine Of the excellent vse and commoditie of Light Doft mourning weeds and deckt it passing fine All-hail pure Lamp bright sacred and excelling Sorrow and Care Darknes and Dread repelling Thou World's great Taper Wicked mens iust Terror Mother of Truth true Beauties onely Mirror God's eldest Daughter O! how thou art full Of grace and goodnes O! how beautifull Sith thy great Parent 's all-discerning Eye Doth iudge thee so and sith his Maiesty Thy glorious Maker in his sacred layes Can doo no less then sing thy modest prayse But yet because all Pleasures wax vnpleasant Why God ordained the Night and Day alternately to succeed each other If without pawse we still possesse them present And none can right discern the sweets of Peace That haue not felt Warrs irkesom bitterness And Swans seem whiter if swart Crowes be by For contraries each other best descry Th' All 's Architect alternately decreed That Night the Day the Day should Night succeed The Night to temper Dayes exceeding drought The commodities that the Night bringeth vs. Moistens our Aire and makes our Earth to sprout The Night is she that all our trauails eases Buries our cares and all our griefs appeases The Night is she that with her sable wing In gloomy Darknes hushing euery thing Through all the World dumb silence doth distill And wearied bones with quiet sleep doth fill Sweet Night without Thee without Thee alas Our life were loathsom euen a Hell to pass For outward pains and inward passions still With thousand Deaths would soule and body thrill O Night thou pullest the proud Mask away Where-with vain Actors in this Worlds great Play By day disguise-them For no difference Night makes between the Peasant and the Prince The poor and rich the Prisoner and the Iudge The foul and fair the Maister and the Drudge The fool and wise Barbarian and the Greek For Night's black Mantle couers all alike He that condemn'd for som notorious vice Seeks in the Mines the baits of Auarice Or swelting at the Furnace fineth bright Our soules diresulphur resteth yet at Night He that still stooping toghes against the tide His laden Barge alongst a Riuers side And filling shoars with shouts doth melt him quite Vpon his pallet resteth yet at Night He that in Sommer in extreamest heat Scorched all day in his own scalding sweat Shaues with keen Sythe the glory and delight Of motly Medowes resteth yet at Night And in the arms of his deer Pheer for goes All former troubles and all former woes Onely the learned Sisters sacred Minions While silent Night vnder her sable pinions Foldes all the World with pain-less pain they tread A sacred path that to the Heav'ns doth lead And higher then the Heav'ns their Readers raise Vpon the wings of their
inferiour to the rest Of the Vine and the excellent vse of Wine temperately taken In beauty as in bounty past the best Whose sacred liquor temperately taen Reviues the spirits and purifies the brain Cheers the sad heart increaseth kindly heat Purgeth gross blood and doth the pure beget Strengthens the stomack and the colour mends Sharpens the wit and doth the bladder cleanse Opens obstructions excrements expels And easeth vs of many Languors els He preuenteth an obiection and sheweth that notwithstanding mans fall the Earth yeeldeth vs matter inough to praise and magnifie her Maker And though through Sin wherby from Heav'nly state Our Parents barr'd vs th' Earth degenerate From her first beauty bearing still vpon her Eternall Scars of her fond Lords dishonour Though with the Worlds age her weak age decay Though she becom less fruitfull every day Much like a Woman with oft teeming worn Who with the Babes of her owne body born Having almost stor'd a whole Town with people Simile At length becomes barren and faint and feeble Yet doth she yeeld matter enough to sing And praise the Maker of so rich a Thing Neuer mine eies in pleasant Spring behold Of Flowers The azure Flax the gilden Marigold The Violet's purple the sweet Rose's stammell The Lillie's snowe and Pansey's various ammell But that in them the Painter I admire Who in more Colours doth the Fields attire Then fresh Aurora's rosie cheeks display When in the East she Vshers a fair Day Or Iris Bowe which bended in the Sky Boades fruitfull deaws when as the Fields be dry Heer deer S. BARTAS giue thy Seruant leaue An addition by the Translator of the rare Sun-louing LOTOS In thy rich Garland one rare Flowr to weaue VVhose wondrons nature had more worthy been Of thy diuine immortalizing Pen But from thy sight when SEIN did swell with Bloud It sunk perhaps vnder the Crimsin Flood VVhen Beldam Medices Valois and Guise Stain'd Hymens Roab with Heathen cruelties Because the Sun to shun so vile a view His Chamber kept and wept with Bartholmew For so so soon as in the Western Seas Apollo sinks in siluer Euphrates The Lotos diues deeper and deeper ay Till mid-night then remounteth toward Day But not aboue the Water till the Sun Doo râ—-ascend aboue the Horizon Semper â—adem So euer-true to Titans radiant Flame That Rise he Fall he it is Still the same A Real Emblem of her Royal Honour That worthily did take that Word vpon-her Sacred ELIZA that ensu'd no less Th' etenall Sun of Peace and Righteousnes VVhose liuely lamp what euer did betide-her In either Fortune was her onely Guider For in her Fathers and her Brothers Daies Fair rose this Rose with Truth 's new-springing raies And when again the Gospels glorious Light Set in her Sisters superstitious Night She sunk withall vnder afflictions streams As sinks my Lotos with Sols setting beams But after Night when Light again appear'd Ther-with again her Royal Crown she rear'd And in an I le amid the Ocean set Maugre the Deluge that Romes Dragon spet VVith spight full storms striuing to ouer-flowe her And Spain conspyring iointly t' ouer-throwe-her Her Maiden Flowr flourisht aboue the VVater ELIZABETA REGINA Anagram Ei ben t' alza e gira For still Heav'ns Sun cherisht his louing Daughter Bel fior d'Honor ch'in Mare'l Mondo ammira Al Sole sacro ch'Eâ— BEN T' ALZA E GIRA So my deer Wiat honouring Stil the same In-soul'd an Imprese with her Anagramm And last for guerdon of her constant Loue Rapt her intirely to himself aboue So set our Sun and yet no Night ensu'd So happily the Heav'ns our Light renu'd For in her stead of the same Stock of Kings Another Flowr or rather Phoenix springs Another like or rather Still the same No lesse in Loue with that Supernall Flame So to God's glory and his Churches good Th' honour of England and the Royall blood Long happy Monark may king IAMES persist And after him His Still the same in Christ. God not content t' haue giuen these Plants of ours Of diuers hearbs and Plants and of their excellent vertues Precious Perfumes Fruits plenty pleasant Flowrs Infused Physick in their leaues and Mores To cure our sicknes and to salve our sores Else doubt-less Death assaults so many waies Scarce could we liue a quarter of our Daies But like the Flax which flowrs at once and falls Simile One Feast would serue our Births and Burials Our Birth our Death our Cradle then our Toomb Our tender Spring our Winter would becom Good Lord how many gasping Soules haue scap't By th' ayd of Hearbs for whom the Graue hath gap't Who euen about to touch the Stygian strand Haue yet beguil'd grim Pluto's greedy hand Beard-less Apollo's beardy * Esculapius Sonn did once With iuice of Hearbs râ—ioin the scattered bones Of the chaste * Hyppolitus Prince that in th' Athenian Court Preferred Death before incestuous â—port So did Medea for her Iason's sake The frozen limbs of Aeson youthfull make O sacred Simples that our life sustain And when it flies vs call it back again 'T is not alone your liquor inly taen That oft defends vs from so many a baen But euen your sauour yea your neighbourhood For som Diseases is exceeding good Working so rare effects that only such As feel or see them can beleeueso much Blew Succorie hangd on the naked neck The vertue of Succorie Of Swines-bread Dispels the dimness that our sight doth check Swines-Bread sovsed doth not onely speed A tardy Labour but without great heed If ouer it a Child-great Woman stride Instant abortion often doth betide The burning Sun the banefull Aconite The poysonie Serpents that vnpeople quite Cyrenian Desarts neuer Danger them That wear about them th' * Mugwâ—rt Peoniâ— Artemisian Stem About an Infants neck hang Peoniâ— It cures Alâ—ydes cruell maladie If fuming boawls of Bacchus in excess Trouble thy brains with storms of gyddiness Put but a garland of green Saffron on Saffron And that mad humour will be quickly gon Th' inchanting Charms of Syrens blandishments Contagious A're ingendring Pestilence Infect not those that in their mouthes haue taen Angelica Angelica that happy counter-baen Sent down from Heav'n by some Celestiall scout As well the name and nature both avow't So Pimpernel held in the Patients hand The bloody-Flix doth presently with-stand Pimpernell or Burnet Madder And ruddy Madder's root long handeled Dies th' handlers vrine into perfect red O Wondrous Woad which touching but the skin Imparts his colour to the parts within Nor powerfull Hearbs do we alonely finde Your vertues working in frail humane kinde But you can force the fiercest Animals The fellest Fiends the firmest Mineralls Yea fairest Planets if Antiquitie Have not bely'd the Haggs of Thessalie Onely the touch of Choak-Pard * Libbards bane Aconite Bereaves the Scorpion both of sense and might As opposite
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
their sacred ornaments beside Anon he wonders at the differing graces Tongues gests attires the fashions and the faces Of busie-buzzing swarms which still hee meets Ebbing and flowing ouer all the streets Then at the signes the shops the waights the measures The handy-crafts the rumors trades and treasures But of all sights none seems him yet more strange Then the rare beautious stately rich Exchange Another while he maruails at the Thames Which seems to bear huge mountains on her streams Then at the faâ—-built Bridge which he doth iudge More like a tradefull City then a Bridge And glancing thence a-long the Northren shoar That princely prospect doth amaze him more For in that Garden man delighted so That rapt he wist not if hee wak't or no If he beheld a true thing or a fable Or Earth or Heav'n all more then admirable For such excess his extasie was small Not hauing spirit enough to muse withall He wisht him bundred-fold redoubled senses The more to taste so rare sweet excellences Not knowing whether nose or ears or eyes Smelt heard or saw more sauors sounds or Dies But Adams best and supreame delectation Happines of the first Man before his fall Was th' often haunt and holy conuersation His soule and body had so many waies With God who lightned Eden with his Rays For spirits by faith religiously refin'd 'Twixt God and man retain a middle kinde And Vmpires mortall to th' immortall ioyn And th' infinit in narrow clay confine Som-times by you O you all-faining Dreams We gain this good but not when Bacchus steams Of the visions of the spirit And glutton vapours ouer-flowe the Brain And drown our spirits presenting fancies vain Nor when pale Phlegm or Saffron-coloured Choler In feeble stomacks belch with diuers dolor And print vpon our Vnderstandings Tables That Water-wracks this other flamefull fables Nor when the Spirit of lies our spirits deceiues And guile-full visions in our fancy leaues Nor when the pencil of Cares ouer-deep Our day-bred thoughts depainteth in our sleep But when no more the soules chief faculties Are sperst to sereue the body many waies When all self-vned free from dayes disturber Through such sweet Trance she findes a quiet harbour Where som in riddles som more plain exprest Shee sees things future in th' Almighties brest And yet far higher is this holy Fit Of the certainty of the visions of the spirit the body being at rest When not from flesh but from flesh-cares acquit The wakefull soule it self assembling so All selfly dies while that the body though Liues motion-les for sanctified wholly It takes th' impression of Gods Signet Soly And in his sacred Crystall Map doth see Heav'ns Oracles and Angels glorious glee Made more then spirit Now Morrow Yesterday To it all one are all as present aye And though it seem not when the dream 's expir'd Like that it was yet is it much admir'd Of rarest men and shines among them bright Like glistring Starrs through gloomy shades of night But aboue all that 's the divinest Trance Of diuine extraordinary visions and Reuelations When the soules eye beholds Gods countenance When mouth to mouth familiarly he deales And in our face his drad-sweet face hee seales As when S. Paul on his deer Masters wings Was rapt aliue vp to th' eternall things And he that whilom for the chosen flock Made walls of waters waters of a rock O sacred flight sweet rape loues soueraign bliss Of the excellency of such visions and Reuelations Which very loves deer lips dost make vs kiss Hymen of Manna and of Mel compact Which for a time dost Heav'n with earth contract Fire that in Limbeck of pure thoughts divine Doost purge our thoughts and our dull earth refine And mounting vs to Heav'n vn-mouing hence Man in a trice in God doost quintessence O! mad'st thou man divine in habitude As for a space O sweetest solitude Thy bliss were equall with that happie Rest Which after death shall make vs ever-blest Now I beleeve that in this later guise What manner of visions the first Man had in Eden Man did conuerse in Pleasant Paradise With Heav'ns great Architect and happy there His body saw or body as it were Gloriously compast with the blessed Legions That raign above the azure-spangled Regions ADAM quoth He the beauties manyfold Man is put in possession of EdeÌ„ vnder a conditioÌ„ That in this Eden thou doest heer behold Are all thine onely enter sacred race Come take possession of this wealthy place The Earth's sole glory take deer Sonn to thee This farm's demains leave the Chief right to me And th' only Rent that of it I reserue is One Trees fair fruit to shew thy sute and seruice Be thou the Liege and I Lord Paramount I 'le not exact hard fines as men shall woont For signe of Homage and for seal of Faith Of all the profits this Possession hath I only ask one Tree whose fruit I will For Sacrament shall stand of Good and Ill. Take all the rest I bid thee but I vow By th' vn-nam'd name where-to all knees doo bow And by the keen Darts of my kindled Ire More fiercely burning then consuming fire That of the Fruit of Knowledge if thou feed Death dreadfull Death shall plague Thee and thy Seed If then the happie state thou hold'st of me My holy mildnes nor high Maiesty If faith nor Honour curb thy bold ambition Yet weigh thy self and thy owne Seeds condition Most mighty Lord quoth Adam heer I tender Before Sinne Man was an huÌ„ble and zealous seruant of God All thanks I can not all I should thee render For all thy liberall fauours far surmounting My hearts conceit much more my tongues recounting At thy command I would with boyst'rous shock Goe run my self against the hardest rock Or cast me head long from som Mountain steep Down to the whirling bottom of the Deep Yea at thy beck I would not spare the life Of my deer Phoenix sister-daughter-wife Obaying thee I finde the things impossible Cruell and painfull pleasant kinde and possible But since thy first Law doth more grace afford Vnto the Subiect than the souerain Lord Since bountious Prince on me and my Descent Thou doost impose no other tax nor Rent But one sole Precept of most iust condition No Precept neither but a Prohibition And since good God of all the Fruits in EDEN There 's but one Apple that I am forbidden Euen only that which bitter Death doth threat Better perhaps to look on then to eate I honour in my soule and humbly kiss Thy iust Edict as Author of my bliss Which once transgrest deserues the rigor rather Of sharpest Iudge then mildnes of a Father The Firmament shall retrograde his course Swift Euphrates goe hide him in his source Firm Mountains skip like Lambs beneath the Deep Eagles shall diue Whales in the air shall keep Yer I presume with fingers ends to touch Much less
that sup Of Sulphury Styx and fiery Phlegeton Bloody Cocytus muddy Acheron Com snake-trest Sisters com ye dismall Elves Cease now to curse and cruciate your selues Com leaue the horror of your houses pale Com parbreak heer your foul black banefull gall Let lack of work no more from hence forth fear-you Man by his sin a hundred hells doth rear-you This eccho made whole hell to tremble troubled The drowsie Night her deep dark horrors doubled And suddainly Auernus Gulf did swim With Rozin Pitch and Brimstone to the brim And th' vgly Gorgons and the Sphinxes fel Hydraes and Harpies gan to yawn and yel As the heat hidden in a vapoury Cloud Striuing for issue with strange murmurs loud Like Guns a stuns with round-round-rumbling thunder Filling the Ayr with noyse the Earth with wonder So the three Sisters the three hideous Rages Rayse thousand storms leaving th' infernal stages The FVRIES with their furniture and traine representing the Horror of Sinneâ— and the cursed estate of an euill conscience Al-ready all rowle on their steely Cars On th' ever-shaking nine-fold steely bars Of Stygian Bridge and in that fearfull Caue They iumble tumble rumble rage and raue Then dreadfull Hydra and dire Cerberus Which on one body beareth monsterous The heads of Dragon Dog Ounse Bear and Bull Wolf Lion Horse of strength and stomack full Listing his lungs he hisses barks and brays He howls heyels he bellows roars and neighs Such a black Sant such a confused sound From many-headed bodies doth rebound Hauing attain'd to our calm Hav'n of light With swifter course then Bâ—reas nimble flight All fly at Man all at intestine strife Who most may torture his detested life Heer first coms DEARTH the liuely form of Death 1 Description of Famine with her traine Still vawning wide with loathsom stinking breath With hollow eys with meager cheeks and chin With sharp lean bones pearcing her sable skin Her empty bowels may be plainly spi'd Clean through the wrinkles of her withered hide She hath no belly but the bellies seat Her knees and knuckles swelling hugely great Insatiate Orque that even at one repast Almost all creatures in the World would waste Whose greedy gorge dish after dish doth draw Seeks meat in meat For still her monstrous maw Voyds in deuouring and somtimes she eats Her own deer Babes for lack of other meats Nay more somtimes O strangest gluttony She eats her self her self to satisfie Lessening her self her self so to in large And cruell thus she doth our Grand-sire charge And brings besides from Limbo to assist-her Rage Feeblenes and Thirst her ruthe-less sister Next marcheth WARR the mistriss of enormity 2. Of Warre her traine Mother of mischief monster of Deformity Laws Manners Arts shee breaks shee mars she chaces Blood tears bowrs towrs she spils swils burns and razes Her brazen feet shake all the Earth a-sunder Her mouth 's a fire-brand and her voice a thunder Her looks are lightnings every glaunce a flash Her fingers guns that all to powder pash Fear and Despair Flight and Disorder coast With hasty march before her murderous hoast As Burning Waste Rape Wrong Impiety Rage Ruine Discord Horror Cruelty Sack Sacriledge Impunity and Pride Are still stern consorts by her babarous side And Pouerty Sorrow and Desolation Follow her Armies bloody transmigration Heer 's th' other FVRIE or my iudgement fails 3. Sicknes exactly described with all her partakers and dependers Which furiously mans wofull life assails With thousand Cannons sooner felt then seen Where weakest strongest fraught with deadly teen Blinde crooked cripple maymed deaf and mad Cold-burning blistered melancholik sad Many-nam'd poyson minister of Death Which from vs creeps but to vs gallopeth Foul trouble-rest fantastik greedy-gut Blood-sweating harts-theef wretched filthy Slut The Childe of surfait and Ayrs-temper vicious Perillous knowen but vnknowen most pernitious Innumerable kindes of diseases Th' inammeld meads in Sommer cannot showe More Grashoppers aboue nor Frogs belowe Then hellish murmurs heer about doe ring Nor neuer did the prety little King Of Hony-people in a Sun-shine day Lead to the field in orderly array More busie buzzers when he casteth witty The first foundations of his waxen City Then this fierce Monster musters in her train Fel Souldiers charging poor mankinde amain Lo first a rough and furious Regiment The first Regiment sent to assaile the Head Mans chiefest Fâ—rtresse Simile T' assault the Fort of Adams head is sent Reasons best Bulwark and the holy Cell Wherein the soules most sacred powers dwell A King that ayms his neighbours Crown to win Before the bruite of open warrs begin Corrupts his Counsail with rich recompences For in good Counsail stands the strength of Princes So this fell Fury for fore-runners sends Manie and Phrenzie to suborn her friends Whereof th' one drying th' other over-warming The feeble brain the edge of iudgement harming Within the Soule fantastikly they fain A confus'd hoast of strange Chimeraes vain The Karos th' Apoplexie and Lethargy As forlorn hope assault the enemy On the same side but yet with weapons others For they freez-vp the brain and all his brothers Making a liue man like a liue-less carcass Saue that again he scapeth from the Parcas And now the Palsie and the Cramp dispose Their angry darts this bindes and that doth lose Mans feeble sinewes shutting vp the way Whereby before the vitall spirits did play Then as a man that fronts in single Fight A similitude of the effects and endeuors of sicknesse His suddain foe his ground doth trauerse light Thrusts wards auoids and best aduantage spies At last to daze his Râ—uals sparkling eyes He casts his Cloak and then with coward knife In crimsin streams he makes him strain his life So SICKNES Adam to sub due the better Whom thousand Gyues al-ready fastly fetter Brings to the field the faith-less Ophthalmy With scalding blood to blinde her enemy Darting a thousand thrusts then she â—â— backt By th' Amafrose and clowdy Cataract That gathering-vp gross humors inwardly In th' Opâ—â—ke sinnew clean puts out the ey This other caseth in an enuious caul The Crystall humour shining in the ball This past in-steps that insosent insuâ—ter The cruell Quincy leaping like a Vulture At Adams throat his hollow weasand swelling Among the muscles through thick bloods congealing Leauing him onely this Essay for signe Of 's might and malice to his future-line Like Hercules that in his infant-browes Bore glorious marks of his vndaunted prowes When with his hands like steely tongs he strangled His spightfull stepdams Dragons spotty-spangled A proof praesaging the tryumphant spoyls That he atchiv'd by his Twelue famous Toyls The second Regiment with deadly darts Assaulteth fiercely Adams vitall parts The second Regiment assaulting the vitall Parts Al-ready th' Asthma panting breathing tough With humours gross the lifting Lungs doth stuff The pining Phthisick fills them all with pushes Whence a slowe spowt of cor'sie matter gushes A wasting flame
Kings-euils Dropsie Gout and Stone Blood-boyling Leprie and Consumption The swelling Throat-ache th' Epilepsie sad And cruell Rupture payning too-too bad For their hid poysons after-comming harm Is fast combin'd vnto the Parents sperm But O! what arms what shield shall wee oppose Some not known by their Cause but by their Effects onely What stratagems against those trecherous foes Those teacherous griefs that our frail Art detects Not by their cause but by their sole effects Such are the fruitfull Matrix-suffocation The Falling-sicknes and pale Swouning-passion The which I wote not what strange windes long pause I wot not where I wote not how doth cause Or who alas can scape the cruell wile Some by sundry Causes encreasing and waxing worse Of those fell Pangs that Physicks pains beguile Which being banisht from a body yet Vnder new names return again to it Or rather taught the strange Metempsychosis Of the wise Samian one it self transposes Into som worse Grief either through the kindred Of th' humour vicious or the member hindred Or through their ignorance or auarice That doe profess Apollos exercise So Melancholy turned into Madnes Into the Palsie deep-affrighted Sadnes Th' Il-habitude into the Dropsie chill And Megrim growes to the Comitial-Ill In brief poor Adam in this pitious case Comparison Is like a Stag that long pursu'd in chase Flying for succour to som neighbour wood Sinks on the suddain in the yeelding mud And sticking fast amid the rotten grounds Is over-taken by the eger Hounds One bites his back his neck another nips One puls his brest at 's throat another skips One tugs his flank his haunch another tears Another lugs him by the bleeding ears And last of all the Wood-man with his knife Cuts off his head and so concludes his life Or like a lusty Bull whose horned Crest Another comparison Awakes fell Hornets from their drowsie nest Who buzzing forth assail him on each side And pitch their valiant bands about his hide With fisking train with forked head and foot Himself th' ayr th' earth he beateth to no boot Flying through woods hills dales and roaring rivers His place of grief but not his painfull grievers And in the end stitcht full of stings he dies Or on the ground as dead at least he lies For man is loaden with ten thousand languors An amplification of Mans miseries compared with other Cretures seldomer sick and sooner healed and that by naturall Remedies of their owne hauing also taught Men many practices of Physike All other Creatures onely feel the angors Of few Diseases as the gleaning Quail Onely the Falling-sicknes doth assail The Turn-about and Murram trouble Cattel Madnes and Quincie bid the Masty battel Yet each of them can naturally finde What Simples cure the sickness of their kinde Feeling no sooner their disease begin But they as soon haue ready medicine The Ram for Physik takes strong-senting Rue The Tortois slowe cold Hemlok doth renue The Partridge Black-bird and rich painted Iay Haue th' oyly liquor of the sacred Bay The sickly Bear the Mandrak cures again And Mountain-Siler helpeth Goats to yean But we knowe nothing till by poaring still On Books we get vs a Sophistik skil A doubtfull Art a Knowledge still vnknowen Which enters but the hoary heads alone Of those that broken with vnthankfull toyl Seeks others Health and lose their own the-while Or rather those such are the greatest part That waxing rich at others cost and smart Growe famous Doctors purchasing promotions While the Church-yards swel with their hurtfull potions Who hang-man like fear-less and shame-less too Are prayd and payd for murders that they doo I speak not of the good the wise and learned Within whose hearts Gods fear is wel discerned Who to our bodies can again vnite Our parting soules ready to take their flight For these I honour as Heav'ns gifts excelling Pillars of Health Death and Disease repelling Th' Almighties Agents Natures Counsellers And flowring Youths wise faithfull Governours Yet if their Art can ease som kinde of dolors They learn'd it first of Natures silent Schollers For from the Sea-Horse came Phlehotomies From the wilde Goat the healing of the eys From Stork and Hearn our Glysters laxatiue From Bears and Lions Diets we deriue 'Gainst th' onely Body all these Champions stout Striuesom within and other som without Or if that any th' all-fair Soule haue striken 'T is not directly but in that they weaken Her Officers and spoyl the Instruments Wherwith she works such wonderous presidents But lo foure Captains far more fierce and eger Of foure Diseases of the Soule vnder them cōprehending all the rest That on all sides the Spirit it self beleaguer Whose Constancy they shake and soon by treason Draw the blind Iudgement from the rule of Reason Opinions issue which though self vnseen Make through the Body their fell motions seen Sorrow's first Leader of this furious Crowd Muffled all-over in a sable clowd 1. Sorrow described with her company Old before Age afflicted night and day Her face with wrinkles warped every-way Creeping in corners where she sits and vies Sighes from her hart tears from her blubbered eys Accompani'd with self-consuming Care With weeping Pitty Thought and mad Despair That bears about her burning Coles and Cords Asps Poysons Pistols Halters Kniues and Swords Fouls quinting Enuy that self-eating Elf Through others leanness fatting vp herself Ioying in mischief feeding but with languor And bitter tears her Toad-like-swelling anger And Ielousie that never sleeps for fear Suspitions Flea still nibbling in her ear That leaues repast and rest neer pin'd and blinde With seeking what she would be loath to finde The second Captain is excessiue Ioy 2. Ioy with her Traine VVho leaps and tickles finding th' Apian-way Too-streight for her whose senses all possess All wished pleasures in all plentiousnes She hath in conduct false vain-glorious Vaunting Bold soothing shame-less lowd iniurious taunting The winged Giant lofty-staring Pride That in the clouds her braving Crest doth hide And many other like the empty bubbles That rise when rain the liquid Crystall troubles The Third is blood-less hart-less wit-less Fear 3. Feare her Followers That like an Asp-tree trembles every where She leads bleak Terror and base clownish Shame And drowsie Sloath that counter faiteth lame With Snail-like motion measuring the ground Having her arms in willing fetters bound Foul sluggish Drone barren but sin to breed Diseased begger starv'd with wilfull need And thou Desire whom nor the firmament 4. Desire a most violent Passion accōpanied with others like as Ambition Auarice Anger and Foolish Loue. Nor ayr nor earth nor Ocean can content Whose-looks are hooks whose belly 's bottom-less Whose hands are Gripes to scrape with greediness Thou art the Fourth and vnder thy Command Thou bringst to field a rough vnruly Band First secret-burning mighty-swoln Ambition Pent in no limits pleas'd with no Condition Whom Epicurus many Worlds suffice not Whose
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
Som through the Plain but neither in the chace Dares once look back no not with half a face Their fear had no restraint and much less Art This throwes away his shield and that his dart Swords Morrions Pouldrons Vaunt-brace Pikes Launces Are no defence but rather hinderances They with their hearts haue also lost their sight And recking less a glorious end in Fight Than thousand base deaths desperatly they ran Into the flood that fats rich Canaan Then Iordan arms him 'gainst these infidels With rapid course and like a sea he swels Lakes vnder ground into his channel range And shallowest Foords to ground-less gulfs do change He fumes he foams and swiftly whirling ground Seems in his rage these bitter words to sound Die Villains die O more than in famous Foul Monsters drench your damned soules in vs. Sa sa my Floods with your cold moisture quench The lust-full flame of their self-burning stench Drown drown the Hel-hounds and revenge the wrong Which they haue done our Mother Nature long The River swiftly whirling-in the slaues Aboue with Bowes beneath with Bodies paues The gaudy Plume yet floting light and soft Keeps for awhile the hollow helm aloft But yet at length even those that smim the best Down to the bottom sink among the rest Striving and struggling topsi-turuy tost While fain they would but cannot yield the ghost Because the flood vnwilling to defile His purest waues with spirits so foul and vile Re-spews them still into themselues and there Smoothers and choaks and rams them as it were Then both at once Bodies and Soules at last To the main Sea or his own shoar doth cast The Kings of Sodom and Gomorrha then Their own Ambush serues against themselues Hoping to train the King of Elams men Among the Clay-pits which themselues before T' intrap the Foe with boughs had covered or'e Ran thither-ward but their confused flight In their owne ambush made their owne to light Wherin they lost the flowr of all their rest Sooner of death then of deaths fear possest One as he flies with trembling steps the dart Which from behinde nigh pearst him to the heart Tangling his foot with twyning tendrels tho Of a wilde Vine that neer a pit did growe Stumbles and tumbles in hung by the heels Vp to the waste in water where he feels A three-fold Fate for there O strange he found Three deaths in one at once slain hangd and drownd Another weening ore a Well to skip From the wet brim his hap-less foot doth slip And he in falls but instantly past hope He catcheth holde vpon a dangling rope And so at length with shifting hands gets-vp By little and little to the fountains top Which Thadael spying to him straight he hies And thus alowd vnto the wretch he cries Varlet is this is this the means you make Your wonted yoak of Elam off to shake Is this your Skirmish and are these your blowes Wher-with t' incounter so courageous Foes Sir leaue your ladder this shall serue as well This sword shall be your ladder down to Hell Go pay to Pluto Prince of Acheron The Tribute heer deni'd vnto your owne Heer-with he drawes his Fauchin bright and keen And at a blowe heaws both his arms off clean His trickling hands held fast down fell his Trunk His blood did swim his body quickly sunk Another roughly pushed by the Foe Falls headlong down into a Bog belowe Where on his head deep planted in the mud With his heels vp-ward like a tree he stood Still to and fro wauing his legs and arms Simile As Trees are wont to waue in windie storms Another heer on hors-back posting ouer A broad deep clay-pit that green boughs do couer Sinks instantly and in his suddain Fate Seems the braue Horse doubly vnfortunate For his own neck he breaks and bruzing in With the keen scales of his bright Brigandin His Masters bowels serues alas for Tomb To him that yerst so many times did comb His crispy Crest and him so frankly fed In 's hollow Shield with oats and beans and bread Simile Even so somtimes the loving Vine and Elm With double domage ioyntly over-whelm Shee wails the wrack of her deer Husbands glade He moans his Spouses feeble arms and shade But most it grieues him with his Trunk to crush The precious Clusters of her pleasing Bush And press to death vnkindly with his waight Her that for loue embraceth him so straight Yet Lot alone with a small troup assisted Lots valour The Martiall brunt with Manly breast resisted And thirsting Fame stands firmly looking for The furious hoste of Chedorlaomor But as a narrow and thin-planted Cops Of tender Saplings with their slender tops Is fell'd almost as soon as vnder-taken By Multitudes of Peasants Winter-shaken Lot's little Number so environ'd round Hemm'd with so many swords is soon hew'n down His vndanted resolution Then left alone yet still all one he fares And the more danger still the more he dares Like a strange Mastif fiercely set vpon Simile By mongrell Currs in number ten to one Who tyr'd with running growen more cunning gets Into som corner where vpright he sets Vpon his stern and sternly to his Foes His rage-full foaming grinning teeth he showes And snarls and snaps and this and that doth bite And stoutly still maintains th' vnequall fight With equall fury till disdaining Death His Enemies be beaten out of breath Arioch admiring and even fearing too What Lot had done and what he yet might doo Him princely meets and mildely greets him thus Cease valiant youth cease cease t' incounter vs. Wilt thou alas wilt thou poor soule expose And hazard thus thy life and Fame to lose In such a Quarrell for the cause of such Alas I pitty thy mis-fortune much For well I see thy habit and thy tongue Thine Arms but most thy courage yet so yong Showe that in SODOM's wanton walls accurst Thou wert not born nor in Gomorrha nurst O chief of Chivalry reserue thy worth For better wars yield thee and think hence-forth I highly prize thy prows and by my sword For thousand kingdoms will not false my word Past hope of Conquest as past fear of death Lot taken prisoner LOT yields him then vpon the Princes Faith And from his Camel quick-dismounting hies His Royall hand to kiss in humble wise And th' Army laden with the richest spoyl Triumphantly to th' Eastward marcht the while No sooner noyse of these sad novels cam Abraham with his family of 300. goes to rescue Lot Vnto the ears of faithfull ABRAHAM But instantly he arms to rescue LOT And that rich prey the heathen Kings had got Three hundred servants of his house he brings But lightly arm'd with staues and darts and slings Aided by MAMRE in whose Plain he wons ASCOL and ANER AMOR's valiant sons So at the heels he hunts the fearless Foe Yet waits aduantage yer he offer blowe Favour'd by streightness of the ways
can the Steer The whistling Goad-man's guiding language hear It rain'd indeed but not such fertil rain The manner of their punishment by fire and brimstone from Heaven and the reason thereof As makes the Corn in Sommer sprout amain And all things freshed with a pleasant air To thrive and prove more lively strong and fair But in this sink of Sin this stinking Hel A rain of Salt of Fire and Brimston fel. Salt did consume the pleasant fruitfulness Which serv'd for fewel to their Wantonness Fire punished their beastly Fire within And Brimstone's stink the stench of their foul Sin So as their Sin was singular of right Their Punishment was also exquisite Heer open Flames and there yet hidden Fires Burn all to ashes sparing neither Spires Of Brick nor Stone nor Columns Gates nor Arches Nor Bowrs nor Towrs nor even their neighbour-Marches In vain the-while the People weep and cry The same most liuely represented To see their wrack and knowe no remedy For now the Flame in richest Roofs begun From molten gutters scalding Lead doth run The Slats and Tyles about their ears do split The burning Rafters Pitch and Rosin spit The whirling Fire re-mounteth to the Skie About the fields ten thousand sparks do flie Half-burned Houses fal with hideous fray And VVLCAN makes Mid-night as bright as Day Heaven flings-down nought but flashing Thunder-shot Th' Air 's all a-fire Earth's exhalations hot Are spewing AETNA'S that to Heaven aspire All th' Elements in brief are turn'd to fire Heer one perceiving the next Chamber burning With suddain leap towards the window turning Thinks to cry Fire but instantly the smoke And Flame with-out his with-in Voice do choke Another sooner feels then sees the Fire For while O horror in the stinking mire Of his foul Lust he lies a Lightning flash Him and his Love at-once to dust doth dash Th' abhorred Bed is burnt and they aswell Coupled in Plague as Sin are sent to Hell Another yet on tops of Houses crawls But his foot slips and down at last he falls Another feeling all his cloathes a-fire Thinking to quench them yer it should come nigher Leaps in a Lake but all the Lake began To boyl and bubble like a seething Pan Simile Or like a Chaldron that top-full of Oyl Environ'd round with fume and flame doth boyl To boyl to death som cunning counterfait That with false stamp som Princes Coyn hath beat Another seeing the City all in Cinders Himself for safety to the fields he renders But flakes of Fire from Heav'n distilling thick There th' horror of a thousand Deaths do strike Through Adamah's and Gomor's goodly Plains Sodom and Seboim not a soule remains Horse Sheep and Oxen Cows and Kids partake In this revenge for their vile Masters sake Thus hath the hand of the Omnipotent Inroll'd the Deed of their drad Punishment With Diamantin Pen on Plates of Brass With such an Ink as nothing can deface The molten Marble of these cindred Hills Asphaltis Lake and these poor mock-fruit Fields Keep the Record and cry through every Age How God detesteth such detested rage O chastisement most dradly-wonderfull Th' Heav'n-cindred Cities a broad standing Pool O're-flowes yet flowes not whose infectious breath Corrupts the Ayr and Earth dis-fertileth A Lake whose back whose belly and whose shoar Nor Bark nor Fish nor Fowl hath ever bore The pleasant Soyl that did even shame yer-while The plentious beauties of the banks of Nile Now scarr'd and collowed with his face and head Cover'd with ashes is all dri'd and dead Voyd of all force vitall or vegetive Vpon whose brest nothing can live or thrive For nought it bears save an abortiue suit Of seeming-fair false vain and fained fruit A fruit that feeds theey and fills the hand But to the stomach in no steed doth stand For even before it touch the tender lips Or Ivory teeth in empty smoak it slips So vanishing only the nose receiues A noysom savour that behinde it leaues Heer I adiure you vent'rous Trauailours Exhortation to Trauailers that haue seene to others that shall reade or heare these fearefull monuments of Gods seuere Iustice to make right vse of this fearefull Example That visit th' horror of these cursed shoars And taste the venom of these stinking streams And touch the vain fruit of these wythered stems And also you that do beholde them thus In these sad Verses pourtray'd heer by vs To tremble all and with your pearly tears To showr another Sea and that your hairs Staring vpright on your affrighted head Heave-vp your Hats and in your dismall dread To think you hear like Sulph'ry Storms to strike On our nâ—w Monsters for Offences like For the Almightie's drad all-daunting arm Not only strikes such as with Sodom swarm In these foul Sins but such as sigh or pity Sodoms destruction or so damn'd a City And cannot constant with dry eyes observe God's iudgements iust on such as such deserve LOT hies to SEGOR but his wife behinde Lots wise metamorphozed Lagged in body but much more in minde She weeps and wails O lamentable terror O impicus Pity O kind-cruell error The dire destruction of the smoking Cities Her Sons-in-Law which should haue been she pities Grieves so to leave her goods and she laments To lose her Iewels and habiliments And contrary to th' Angels Words precise Towards the Town she turns her wofull eyes But instantly turn'd to a whitely stone Her feet alas fast to the ground be growen The more she stirs she sticks the faster in As silly Bird caught in a subtil gin Simile Set by som Shepheard neer the Copses side The more it struggles is the faster ty'd And as the venom of an eating Canker Simile From flesh to flesh runs every day the ranker And never rests vntill from foot to head O're all the Body his fell poyson spread This Ice creeps-vp and ceaseth not to num Till even the marrow hard as bones becom The brain be like the seul and bloud convert To Alablaster over every part Her Pulse doth cease to beat and in the air The Windes no more can wave her scattered hair Her belly is no belly but a Quar Of Cardon Rocks and all her bowels are A pretious Salt-Mine supernaturall Such as but Salt I wot not what to call A Salt which seeming to be fall'n from Heav'n To curious Spirits hath long this Lesson given Not to presume in Divine things to pry Which seav'n-times seal'd vnder nine Locks do lie She weeps alas and as she weeps her tears Turn into Pearls fro'rn on her twinkling hairs Fain would she speak but forced to conceal In her cold throat her guilty words congeal Her mouth yet open and her arms a-cross Though dumb declare both why and how she was Thus Metamorphos'd for Heav'n did not change Her last sad gestures in her suddain Change No gorgeous Maâ—sole grac't with flattering verse Eternizeth her Trunk her House and Herse But to
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
Heav'n-kissing Clowd-browd Sina stands But much much farther and so far that here We never more your odious newes may hear Go Hebrews go in God's Name thriue amain By loosing you we shall sufficient gain With the Kings leaue then th' Hebrews Prince collects After their departure Pharao immediately pursues them His Legions all and to the Sea directs Scarce were they gon when Pharaoh doth retract And arms all Egypt to go fetch them back And camping neer them execrably-rude Threatens them death or end-less Seâ—uitude Even as a Duck that nigh som crystall brook Simile Hath twice or thrice by the same Hawk bin strook Hearing aloft her gingling siluer bels Quivers for fear and looks for nothing els But when the Falcon stooping thunder-like With suddain souse her to the soyl shal strike And with the stroak make on the sense-less ground The gut-less Quar once twice or thrice rebound So Israel fearing again to feel Pharao's fell hands who hunts him at the heel Quivers and shivers for despair and dread And spits his gall against his godly Head O base ambition This false Politick The Israelites feare and murmuring against Moses Plotting to Great himself our deaths doth seek He mocks vs all and makes vs fortune-less Change a rich Soyl for a dry Wilderness Allur'd with lustre of Religious showes Poor soules He sels vs to our hatefull Foes For O! what strength alas what stratagem Or how good God shall we encounter them Or who is it or what is it shall saue vs From their fell hands that seek to slay or slaue-vs Shall we dis-armed with an Army fight Can we like Birds with still-steep-rising flight Surmount these Mountains haue we Ships at hand To pass the Sea this half a Sea half sand Or had we Ships and Sails and Owers and Cable Who knowes these Waters to be navigable Alas som of vs shall with Scithes be slasht Som with their Horse-feet all to pieces pashâ— Som thrill'd with Swords or Shafts through hundred holes Shall ghastly gasp-out our vntimely soules Sith die we must then die we voluntary Let 's run our selues where others would vs carry Com Israelites com let vs die together Both men and women so we shall in either Prevent their rage content their avarice And yield perhaps to MOSES even his Wish Moses instruction to incourage them with assured confidence in God Why brethren knowe ye not their Ruler saith That in his hand God holdeth life and death That He turns Hils to Dales and Seas to Sands That He hath prest a thousand winged Bands T' assist his Children and his Foes t' assail And that He helps not but when all helps fail See you this mighty Hoast this dreadfull Camp Which dareth Heav'n and seems the Earth to damp And all inrag'd already chargeth ours As thick or thicker than the Welkin powrs Simile His candi'd drops vpon the ears of Corn Before that Ceres yellow locks be shorn It all shall vanish and of all this Crew Which thinks already to haue swallowed you Of all this army that in Armour bright Seems to out-shine the Sun or shame his light There shall to-morrow not a man remain Therfore be still God shall your side sustain Then zealous calling on th' immortall God Calling vpoÌ„ God he parts the Red Sea so that the people passe thorough as on dry land He smot the Sea with his dead-living Rod The Sea obay'd as bay'd the Waues controul'd Each vpon other vp to Heav'n do folde Between both sides abroad deep Trench is cast Dri'd to the bottom with an instant blast Or rather 't is a Valley paved els With golden sands with Pearl and Nacre-shels And on each side is flanked all along With walls of crystall beautifull and strong This flood-less Foord the Faithfull Legions pass And all the way their shoo scarce moisted was Dream we sayd they or is true we try The Sea start at a stick The Water dry The Deep a Path Th' Ocean in th' ayr suspending Bulwarks of Billows and no drop descending Two Walls of Glass built with a word alone Afrik and Asia to con-ioyn in one Th' all-seeing Sun new bottoms to beholde Children to run where Tunnies lately roll'd The Egyptians following them are swallowed in the Sea Th' Egyptian Troops pursue them by the track Yet wayts the patient Sea and still stands back Till all the Hoast be marching in their ranks Within the lane between his crystall banks But as a wall weak'ned with mining-vnder The Piles consum'd falls suddainly a-sunder O're-whelmeth all that stand too neer the breach Simile And with his Ruines fils-vp all the ditch Evenso Gods finger which these Waters bay'd Beeing with-drawen the Ocean swell'd and sway'd And re-conioyning his congealed Flood Swallows in th' instant all those Tyrantswood Heer one by swimming thinks himself to saue But with his scarf tangled about a Naue He 's strangled straight and to the bottom sinking Dies not of too-much drink but for not drinking While that in vain another with lowd lashes Scours his prowd Coursers through the scarlet Washes The streams wher-on more Deaths than waues do swim Bury his Chariot and his Chariot him Another swallowed in a Whirl-Whales womb Is layd a-liue within a living Tomb Another seeing his Twin-brother drowning Out of his Coach his hand to help him downing With both his hands grasping that hand his Twin Vnto the bottom hales him head-long in And instantly the Water covers either Right Twins indeed born bred and dead together Nile's stubborn Monarch stately drawen vpon Pharao profanely blaspheming prowdly brauing Moses and the Sea is notwithstanding drowned with the rest A curious Chariot chaç't with pearl and stone By two prowd Coursers passing Snowe for colour For strength the Elephants Lions for valour Curseth the Heav'ns the Ayr the Windes and Waues And marching vp-ward still blasphemes and braues Heer a huge Billow on his Targe doth split Then coms a bigger and a bigger yet To second those The Sea growes ghastly great Yet stoutly still He thus doth dare and threat Base roaguing Iuggler think'st thou with thy Charm Thou shalt preuaile against our puissant arms Think'st thou poor shifter with thy Hel-spels thus To cross our Counsels and discomfit vs And O proud Sea false trayterous Sea dar'st thou Dar'st thou conspire 'gainst thine owne Neptune now Dar'st thou presume 'gainst vs to rise and roar I charge thee cease be still I say no more Or I shall clap thine arms in Marble stocks And yoak thy shoulders with a Bridge of Rocks Or banish thee from Ethans far for ay Through som new Chanel to go seek thy way Heer-at the Ocean more than ever frets All topsi-turuy vp-side-down it sets And a black billow that aloft doth float With salt and sand stops his blasphemous throat What now betydes the Tyrant Waters now Haue reft his neck his chin cheeks eyes and brow His front his fore-top now there 's nothing seen But his prowd
Adorn'd self-gazing with a lofty ey His faction present AARON also by Lord shield thy Cause approve thee veritable Let not thy Name be to the Lewd a Fable Oint thine Anointed publikely by Miracle Showe whom thou hast selected for thine Oracle Said MOSES then and even as yet he spake The groaning Earth began to reel and shake A horrid Thunder in her bowels rumbles Their dreadfull punishment And in her bosom vp and down it tumbles Tearing her Rocks Vntil she Yawn a way To let it out and to let in the Day Heav'n sees to Hell and Hell beholdeth Heav'n And Divels dazled with the glistring leav'n Of th' ancient Sun yet lower fain would dive But chain'd to th' Centre all in vain they strive CORE round compast with his Rebel friends Offers to BELZEBVE and to the Fiends His bodie 's batter'd with Rocks falling down And arms of Trees there planted vp-side-down He goes with Noise down to the Silent Coast Intoombd alive without all Art or cost And all the rest that his proud side assum'd Scaping the Gulf with Lightning are consum'd And AARON'S Office is confirm'd by God Aarons charge is confirmed by miracle With wondrous Signes of his oft-quickned Rod Which dead re-buda re-blooms and Almonds bears When all his Fellows haue no life in theirs Now shall I sing through MOSES prudent Sway Sundry victories of the Israelites vnder the coÌ„duct and direction of Moses How ISRAEL doth AMALEC dismay ARAD and OG that of huge Giants springs Proud HESEBON and the five Madian Kings With the false Prelat who profanely made Of Prophets-gifts a sacrilegious trade Who false sayes true who striving past all shame To force the Spirit is forced by the same Who snaring th' Hebrews with frail Beauties graces Defiles their bodies more their soules defaces Doubt-les his Deeds are such as would I sing But half of them I vnder-take a thing As hard almost as in the Gangik Seas To count the Waves or Sands in Euphrates And of so much should I a little say It were to wrong him and his Praise betray His Noble Acts we therefore heer suspend Reseruing the Warres for another Discourse our Poet hasteth to the death of Moses And skip vnto his sweet and happy End Sith th' End is it whereby we iudge the best For either Life how Man is Curst or Blest Feeling his vigour by degrees to waste And one Fire quencht another kindling fast Which doth his Spirit re-found his soule refine And raise to Heaven whence it was sent divine He doth not Now study to make his Will By his example Men are warned not to deferre to make their Will till it be too late to bee troubled with the busines of this world T' Entail his Land to his Male-Issue still Wisely and iustly to divide his Good To Sons and Daughters and his neerest Blood T' assigne his Wife a Dowry fair and fit A hundred times to add and alter it To quittance Friendships with frank Legacies To guerdon Service with Annuities To make Executors to Cancel som T' appoint himself a Palace for a Tomb. I praise a Care to settle our Estate But when Death threats vs then it is too-late A seemly Buriall is a sacree Rite But let the living take that charge of right He lifting higher his last thoughts besides The Common-Weale's care for the Church prouides And graving his discourse with voice devout Bids thus far-well to all that stand about O IACOB's seed I might say my deer sons He pronounceth the blessings and the curses writteÌ„ in Leviticus 26 Deutro 28. where vnto the people say Amen Y' are sense-les more then metalls stocks or stones If y' have forgot the many-many Miracles Wher-with the Lord hath seal'd my sacred Oracles And all the Favours in this savage Place In forty yeers received of his grace Therefore O ISRAEL walk thou in his fear And in thy hearts-heart not in Marble bear His ever-lasting LAVV before him stand And to his Service consecrate thy hand If this thou do thy Heav'n-blesâ— fleecy Flocks Blessings on those that obey Shall bound about thy Pastures Downs and Rocks As thick as skip in Sommer in a Mead The Grass-hoppers that all with Deaw are fed Thy fruitfull Eaws fat Twins shall bring thee ever And of their Milk shall make a plentious River Th' olde Tyrant loads not with so-many loans Toules Taxes Succours Impositions The panting Vassalls to him Tributary As thy rich Fields shall pay thee voluntary Thy children and thy children's children set About thy Table side by side at meat Shall flourish like a long and goodly rowe Of pale-green Olives that vprightly growe About a ground and full of Fruit presage Plenty of Oyl vnto their Master sage Sons of thy sons shall serue thy reverend Eld Thou shalt die quiet thou shalt live vnqueld Blessed at home and blessed in the Plain The blessed God shall send thee timely Rain And holsom windes and with his keyes of grace Open Heav'ns store-house to thy happy Race Thy proud fell Foes with Troops of armed men Shall charge thee one way but shall flie thee ten The Peace-Plant Olive or Triumphant Bay Shall shade thy gates Thy valour shall dismay And daunt the Earth and with his sacred aw Thy Saviour-King shall giue the World the law If other-wise the Megrim Gowt and Stone Curses on the Disobedient Shall plague thee fel with thousand pangs in one Thy numbry Flocks in part shall barren â—e In part shall bring abortives vnto thee Accurst at home accursed in the Plain Thy labour boot-les and thy care in vain Thy Field shall be of steel thy Heav'n of brass Thy Fountains dry and God displeas'd alas In steed of holsom showrs shall send down flashes Of Lightning Fire Hail Sulphur Salt and Ashes Thou shalt reap little where thou much hast shed And with that little shall thy Foe be fed He shall the fattest of thy Heard devour Before thy face and yet thou must not lowr Thou shalt build fair another haue thy Place Thou wed a wife another 'fore thy face Shal loose her Bride-belt God with rage shall smight Thy stubborn heart with blindnesse and affright So that a wagging leaf a puff a crack Yea the least creak shall make thee turn thy back Thou never shalt thine adverse Hoast survay But to be beaten or to run away A People stout for strength and number ample Which th' Aegle hath for Ensigne and Example With a new Wall thine ancient Wall shall dam And make thee Famisht thy void bowels cram With thine owne bowels and for want of meat Thine owne deer Children's trembling flesh to eat And then thy Remnant far disperst from home O're all the Corners of the earth shall roam To shew their Curse they shall no Country ow'ne And which is worse they shall not be their Owne AMEN said all the Hoast Then like the Swan This dying Song the Man of GOD began SIth ISRAEL O
thred of life To interrupt my rest And ' mid the strife Of struggling Mortals in the Worlds affairs By power-full Charms to re-entoyl my Cares Inquir'st thou what 's to-come O wretched Prince Too much too-soon what I fore-told long since Death 's at thy door to morrow Thou and Thine Even all shal fall before the Philistine And great-good Dauid shal possesse thy Throne As God hath sayd toÌ„ be gain-sayd by none Th' Author of Lies against his guise tels true How Sathan comes to tell things to-come Not that at-once he Selfly all fore-knew Or had revolv'd the Leaues of destiny The Childe alonly of Eternity But rather through his busie observation Of circumstance and often iteration Of reading of our Fortunes and our Fals In the close Book of clear Coniecturals With a far-seeing Spirit hits often right Not much vnlike a skilfull Galenite Who when the Crisis comes dares even foretell Whether the Patient shall doo ill or well Or as the Star-wise somtimes calculates By an Eclipse the death of Potentates And by the stern aspects of greatest Stars Prognosticates of Famine Plague and Wars As he foretold in brief so fell it out Saules death Braue Ionathan and his Two Brethren stout Are slain in Fight and Saul himself forlorn Lest Captiue he be made the Pagans scorn He kils him-Self and of his Fortune froward To seem not conquer'd shewes him Self a Coward For 't is not Courage whatsoe'r men say Against Self-killing But Cowardize to make ones Self away 'T is even to turn our back at Fears alarms 'T is basely-faint to yeeld vp all our Arms. O extream Rage O barbarous Cruelty â— All at one Blowe t' offend Gods Maiesty The State the Magistrate Thy Self in fine Th' one in destroying the deer work divine Of his almighty Hands the next in reaving Thy needfull Service it should be receiuing The third in rash vsurping his Commission And last Thy Self in thine owne Selfs-Perdition When by two Deaths one voluntary Wound Doth both thy body and thy soule confound But Isbosheth his deer Son yet retains His Place a space and Dauid only Raigns In happy Iuda Yet yerlong discreet He makes th' whole Kingdoms wracked ribs to meet And so He rules on th' holy Mount a mirror His Peoples Ioy the Pagans only Terror If ever standing on the sandy shoar Comparison Y' haue thought to count the rowling waues that roar Each after other on the British Coast When Aeolus sends forth his Northern Poast Waue vpon Waue Surge vpon Surge doth fold Sea swallowes Sea so thickly-quickly roul'd That number-les their number so doth mount That it confounds th' Accompter and th' Accompt So Dauid's Vertues when I think to number Their multitude doth all my Wits incumber That Ocean swallowes me and mazed so In the vast Forest where his Prayses growe I knowe not what high Fir Oak Chest-nut-Tree Rather what Brasil Cedar Ebonie My Muse may chuse Amphion-like to build With curious touch of Fingers Quauer-skild Durst she presume to take so much vpon-her A Temple sacred vnto Dauids honour Others shall sing his mindes true Constancie Epitome of Dauids Vertues In oftlong exiles try'd so thorowly His Life compos'd after the life and likenes Of sacred Patterns his milde gracious meeknes Towards railing Shimeâ— and the * Nâ—bâ—â— Churlish Gull His louely Eyes and Face so bewtifull Som other shall his Equity record And how the edge of his impartiall sword Is euer ready for the Reprobate To hewe them down and help the Desolate How He no Law but Gods drad Law enacts How Hee respects not persons but their Facts How braue a Triumph of Selfs-wrath he showes Killing the Killers of his deadly Foes Som other shall vnto th' Empyreall Pole The holy fervor of his Zeal extoll How for the wandring Ark he doth prouide A certain place for euer to abide And how for euer euery his designe Is ordered all by th' Oracle Diuine Vpon the wings of mine els-tasked Rime Through the cleer Welkin of our Western Clime I 'll only bear his Musike and his Mars His holy Songs and his triumphant Wars Lothere the sacred mark wherat I aim And yet this Theam I shall but mince and maim So many Yarnes I still am fain to strike Into this Web of mine intended WEEK The Twelue stout Labours of th' Amphitryonide Of his valour and victories Strongest of Men are iustly magnifi'd Yet what were They but a rude Massacre Of Birds and Beasts and Monsters here and there Not Hoasts of Men and Armies ouer throw'n But idle Conquests Combats One to One Where boist'rous Limbs and Sinnews strongly kniâ— Did much auaile with little ayde of Wit Bears Lions Giants foild in single fight Are but th' Essayes of our redoubted Knight Vnder his Armes sick Aram deadly droops Vnto his power the strength of Edom stoops Stout Amalek euen trembles at his name Prowd Ammons skorn he doth return with shame Subdueth Soba foyls the Moabite Wholly extirps the down-trod Iebusite And still victorious euery month almost Combats and Conquers the Philistian Hoast So that Alcides massie Club scarce raught So many Blowes as Dauid Battails fought Th' expert Great * Pompey Captain who the Pontiks quaild Wun in strange Wars in ciuill Fights he faild But Dauid thriues in all and fortunate Triumphs no lesse of Sauls intestine hate Of Isbosheth's and Absaloâ—'s designes Then of strong Aram and stout Philistines Good-Fortune alwayes blowes not in the Poop Of valiant Caesar she defeats his Troop Slayes his Lieutenants and among his Friends Stabb'd full of Wounds at length his Life she ends But Dauid alwayes feels Heav'ns gratious hand Whether in person He himself command His royall Hoast or whether in his sted By valiant Ioab his braue Troops be led And Happinesse closing his aged eye Even to his Toomb consorts him constantly Fair Victory with Him even from the first Did pitch her Tent his Infancy she nurst With noble Hopes his stronger years she fed With stately Tropheis and his hoary head She Crowns and Comforts with her cheerful Balms Triumphant Laurels and victorious Palmes The Mountains stoop to make Him easieway And Euphrates before Him dryesaway To Him great Iordan a small leap doth seem Without assault strong Cities yeeld to Him Th' Engine alone of His far-feard Renown Beats Thunder-like Gates Bars Bulwarks down Gads goodly Vales in a gore Pond he drenches Philistian Fiers with their owne Blood he quenches And then in Gob pursewing still his Foes His wrath 's iust Tempest on fell Giants throwes O strong great Worthies will soÌ„m one-day lay When your huge Bones they plough-vp in the Clay But stronger greater and more WORTHIE He Whose Heav'n-lent Force and Fortune made you be Maugre your might your masly Spears and Shields The fatt'ning dung-hill of those fruitfull Fields His Enimies scarcely so soon he threats As overthrowes and vtterly defeats On Dauids head God doth not spin good-hap But pours it down
want only with th' vnder-Fishes striues For in the bottom of this liquid Ice Made of Musaïck work with quaint device The cunning workman had contrived trim Carpes Pikes and Dolphins seeming even to swim Dauid gazing Ishai's great son too-idlely walking hie Vpon a Tarras this bright star doth spy And sudden dazled with the splendor bright Fares like a Prisoner who new brought to light Simile From a Cimmerian dark deep dungeon Feels his sight smitten with a radiant Sun But too-too-soon re-cleer'd he sees alas Th' admired Tracts of a bewitching Face Her sparkling Eye is like the Morning Star Her lips two snips of crimsin Sattin are Her Teeth as white as burnisht Silver seem Or Orient Pearls the rarest in esteem Her Cheeks and Chin and all her flesh like Snowes Sweet intermixed with Vermillion Rose And all her sundry Treasures selfly swel Prowd so to see their naked selues excel What living Rance what rapting Iuory Swims in these streams O what new Victory Triumphs of all my TROPHEIS O cleer Therms If so your Waues be cold what is it warms Nay burns my hart If hot I pray whence comes This shivering winter that my soule benums Freezes my Senses and dis-selfs me so With drousie Poppy not my self to knowe O peer-les Bewty meerly Bewtifull Vnknow'n to me th' art most vn-mercifull Alas I dy I dy O dismall lot Both for I see thee and I see thee not But a-far-off and vnder water too O feeble Power and O what shall I doo Weak Kingly-State sith that a silly Woman Stooping my Crown can my soul's Homage summon But ô Imperiall power Imperiall State Could happy I giue Bewties Check the Mate Thus spake the King and like as parkle small Simile That by mischance doth into powder fall Hee 's alla-fire and pensiue studies nought But how t' accomplish his lasciuious thought Which soon he compast sinks himself therin Forgetteth Dauid addeth Sin to Sin Simile And lustfull playes like a yong lusty Rider A wilfull Gallant not a skilfull guider Who proud of his Horse pride still puts him to 't With wand and spur layes on with hand and foot The too-free Beast which but too-fast before Ran to his Ruine stumbling evermore At every stone till at the last he break Against som Rock his and his Riders neck For fearing not Adulteries fact but fame A iealous Husbands Fury for the same And lessening of a Pleasure shar'd to twain He treach'rous makes her valiant Spouse be slain The Lord is moov'd and iust begins to stretch His Wraths keen dart at this disloyal wretch When Nathan then bright Brand of Zeal and Faith Comes to the King and modest-boldly sayth Vouchsafe my Liege that our Chief Iustice art The Prophet Nothan's Parable reprouing Dauid To list a-while to a most hainous part First to the fault giue ear then giue Consent To giue the Faulty his due Punishment Of late a Subiect of thine owne whose flocks Powl'd all Mount Liban's pleasant plentious locks And to whose Heards could hardly full suffice The flowry Verge that longst all Iordan lies Making a Feast vnto a stranger-Guest None of his owne abundant Fatlings drest But privy Thief from a poor Neighbour by His Faithfull Friend Hee takes feloniously A goodly Lamb although he had no more But even that one wherby he set such store That every day of his owne hand it fed And every night it coucht vpon his Bed Supt of his Cup his pleasant morsels pickt And even the moisture from his lips it lickt Nay more my Lord. No more replies the King Deeply incenst 'T is more than time this thing Were seen into and so outrageous Crimes So insolent had need be curbd be times What-ever Wretch hath done this Villany Shall Die the Death and not alonely Die But let the horror of so foul a Fact A more then common punishment exact O painted Toomb then answerd sacred Nathan That hast God in thy Mouth in thy Minde Sathan Thou blam'st in other thine owne Fault denounç't And vn-awares hast gainst thy self pronounç't Sentence of Death O King no King as than Of thy desires Thou art the very man Yea Thou art hee that with a wanton Theft Hast iust Vriah's only Lamb bereft And him ô horror Sin with Sin is further'd Him with the sword of Ammon hast Thou murther'd Bright Beauties Eye like to a glorious Sun Hurts the sore eye that looks too-much ther-on Thy want on Eye gazing vpon that Eye Hath given an Entrance too-too-foolishly Vnto that Dwarf that Divel is it not Which out of Sloath within vs is begot Who entring first but Guest-wise in a room Doth shortly Master of the house become And makes a Saint a sweet myld-minded Man That 'gainst his Life's Fo would not lift his hand To plot the death of his deer faith-full Friend That for his Loue a thousand liues would spend Ah! shak'st thou not is not thy Soule in trouble O brittle dust vain shadow empty bubble At Gods drad wrath which quick doth calcinize The marble Mountains and the Ocean dries No thou shalt knowe the waight of Gods right hand Thou for example t'other Kings shalt stand Death speedy Death of that adulterous Fruit Which even al-ready makes his Mother rue't Shall vex thy soule and make thee feel in deed Forbidden Pleasure doth Repenrance breed Ah shame-les beast Sith thy brute Lust forlorn Hath not the Wife of thy best Friend forborn Thy Sons dis-natur'd shall defile thy bed Incestuously thy fair Wiues rauished Shall doublely thy lust-full seed receaue Thy Concubines which thou behinde shalt leaue The wanton Rapes of thine owne Race shal be It shall befall that in thy Family With an vn-kins-mans kisse vn-louing Lover The Brother shal his Sisters shame discouer Thou shalt be both Father and Father-in-law To thine owne Blood Thy Children past all aw Of God or Man shall by their insolence Eyen iustifie thy bloody foul offence Thou sinn'dst in secret but Sol's blushing Eye Shall be eye-witnesse of their villany All Izrael shall see the same and then The Heav'n-sunk Cities in Asphaltis Fen Out of the stinking Lake their heads shall showe Glad by thy Sons to be out-sinned so Thou thou inhumane didst the Death conspire Of good Uriah worthy better Hire Thou cruell didst it therfore Homicide Cowardly treason cursed Paricide Vn-kinde Rebellion ever shall remain Thy house-hold Guests thy House with blood to stain Thine owne against thine owne shal thril their darts Thy Son from thee shal steal thy peoples harts Against thy Self he shal thy Subiects arm And giue thine age many a fierce Alarm Till hanged by the hair 'twixt Earth and sky His Gallow's pride shame of the Worlds bright Eye Thine owne Lieutenant at a crimsin spout His guilty Soule shall with his Lance let-out And if I fail not O what Tempest fel Beats on the Head of harm-les Izrael Alas how many a guilt-les Abramide Diesin Three dayes through thy too-curious Pride The Plague of
banks he gate Where for his Cooks Caters and Wayters tho From the foure windes the winged people go Thence to Sareptha where he craves the aid The Widow of Sarepta Of a poor Widow who thus mildely said Alas fain would I but God wot my store Is but of bread for one meal and no more Yet give me saith he giue me som I pray Who soweth sparing sparing reapeth ay Sure a good turn shall never guerdon want A Gift to Needlings is not given but lent T 's a Well of Wealth which doth perpetuall run A fruitfull Field which thousand yeelds for one While thus he said and staid the Widow glad The fruits of Charity Gives to him frankly all the bread she had She lost not by 't for all the Famin-while That rag'd in Tyre her little Flowr and Oyl Decreased not yet had she plenty still For her and hers to feed in time their fill At length befell fel Death to take-away Her onely Son and with her Son her Ioy She prayes her Guest and he implores his God And stretching him vpon the breath-les Lad Thus cries aloud Vouch safe me Lord this boon Restore this child's soule which it seems to-soon Thou hast bereft O! let it not be said That heer for nought I haue so ought been fed Let not my presence be each-where abhorr'd Nor Charity with thee to want Reward As a small seedling of that fruitfull Worm Simile Which of it self fine shining Sleaves doth form By the warm comfort of a Virgin brest Begins to quicken creepeth as the rest Re-spins a-fresh and in her witty loom Makes of her corps her corps a pretious Toomb This Childe no Man but Man's pale Module now With death i th bosom horror on the brow The bait of Worms the Booty of the Beer At sacred words begins his ey to rear Swimming in Death his powrs do re-assemble His spirits rewarm'd with-in his artirs tremble He fetcht a sigh then lively rysing too Talks walks and eats as he was woont to doo Fain would the Mother haue besought the Seer T' have past the rest of his colde Olde-age heer But th' holy spirit him sodain hence doth bring Vnto Samaria to th' incensed King Who rates him thus O Basilisk O Bane Art not thou He that sow'st th' Isaacian Plain With Trouble-Tares Seditious hast not thou The like Imputations in our dayes the blind Popelings and profane â—â— orldlings haue layd vpon the Gospell and the Preachers thereof Profan'd the Laws of our Fore-fathers now Broken all Orders and the Altars bann'd Of th' holy Gods Protectors of our Land Since thy fond Preaching did heer first begin More and more heavie hath Heav'ns anger bin Vpon vs all and Baal blasphem'd by thee Hath since that season never left vs free From grievous Plagues it is a Hellwe feel Our Heav'n is Brass our Earth is all of Steel No no O King if I the Truth shall tell Thou thou art he that troublest Israell Thou give me leave thou and thy Grand-sires mad After strange Gods in every Grove to gad Have left the true wise wondrous all-abroad Omnipotent victorious glorious God Such shall you proue him if you dare oppone All your Baal-Prophets against me but one Content quoth Achab then to Carmel's top The Schismik Priests were quickly called vp Vnto their Baal an Altar build they there To God the Prophet doth another rear Both have their Beasts and by their prayer must prove Whose God is GOD by Fier from Heav'n above The People's eyes and eares and mindes are bent Vpon these Maruails to observe th' euent Maruails which might well cleer the difference That had so long depended in suspence 'Twixt Israel and Iuda and direct Th' Earth how to serue Heav'ns sacred Architect As when two Buls inflamed fiercely-fell Simile Met front to front their forked arms do mell The feeble Heards of Heifers in a maze Twixt hope and fear vnfeeding stand at gaze To see the Fight and censure which do prove The valiantest that he may be their Loue. Baal's baalling Priests call and cry out for life They gash their flesh with Launcet and with knife Baals Priests They cruell make their blood to spin about As Claret wine from a pearç't Peece doth spout And madly shaking heads leggs sides and arms They howling chant these Dithyrambik charms Help help O Baal O Baal attend our cryes Baal hear vs Baal O Baal bow down thine eyes O Stratian Clarian Eleutherian Powrs Panomphaean God approve vs thine thee ours O Epicarpian O Epistatirian Phyxian Feretrian O Exacestirian Xenian Messapian O Lebradean BAAL O Assabine BAAL-SAMEN hear our Call Elijah that their bloody Rites abhord And knowes aright the seruice of the Lord T' appease his wrath he doth not scarre his skin Nor with self-wounds presume his grace to win Nor makes himself vnfitting for his function By selfly stripes as causing more compunction Nor thrild with bodkins raves in frantik-wise And in a furie seems to prophetize But offers God his heart in steed of blood His speech is sober and as milde his mood Cry loud quoth he your God is yet perchance Irâ—nia In a deep sleep or doth in Arms advance Against his Foes th' Egyptian Deïties Or is consulting how to keep the Flies From off his Altar But O Izrael Alas why yoakst thou God with Baal or Bel Alas how long thus wilt thou halt twixt either And fondly mix Darnel and Wheat together In thy Faith's Field If Baal be God indeed Then boldly serue him seek him sole at need But if blew Sea and winged Firmament Th' all-bearing Earth and Storm-breed Element Be but the least Works of th' Almighty hand Of Iacob's God If Heav'n Aire Sea and Land And all in all and all in euery one By his owne finger be sustain'd alone If he have cast those cursed Nations out Which yerst defil'd this fair fat Land about To give it thee to plant thee in their place Why him alone doost thou not ay imbrace And serue him onely in thy Soule and Heart Who in his Love brooks none to share a part The cord vn-twisted weakens and who serves Two Lords at-once to lose them both deserves Baal dead thouseest hears not his Servants call Much less can grant them their Desires at all But Iaacob's God IEHOVA ELOHIM Never deceives their hope that trust in him Hear me therefore O Lord and from above With Sacred Fire thy Soverain powr to prove Consume this Bullock and shewe by the same That thou art GOD and I thy Servant am And to thy Fold thy Churches Lap repeal Thy wandring Flock thy chosen Izrael As falls a Meteor in a Sommer Even Simile A sodain Flash coms flaming down from Heav'n Licks dry the Dikes and instantly at-once Burns all to Ashes both the Altar-stones And th' Offered Bullock and the People fall In zealous fury on the Priests of Baal And by Elijah's prayer soon obtain Rain which so often they had
askt in vain For what is it Elijah cannot do If he be hungry Fouls and Angels too Becom his Stewards Fears he th' armed Bands Of a fel Tyrant from their bloody hands To rescue him Heav'n his confederate Consumes with Fire them and their fierie hate Or would he pass a Brook that brooks no bay Nor Bridge nor Bank The Water giues him way Or irks him Earth To Heav'n alive he hies And sauing Henoch onely He not-dies This Man of God discoursing with his heir Elijah taken vp aliue into Heaven Of th' vpper Kingdom and of Gods Affair A sodain whirl-winde with a whiffing Fire And flaming Chariot rapts him vp intire Burns not but fines and doth in fashion strange By death-les Death mortall immortall change A long-tail'd squib a flaming ridge for rut Seems seen a while where the bright Coach hath cut This sacred Rape nigh rapt Elisha too Who taking vp his Tutors Mantle tho Follows as far as well he could with ey The fire-snort Palfreys through the sparkling Sky Crying My father father mine fare-well The Chariots and the Horse of Izrael The Thisbian Prophet hangs not in the Air Amid the Meteors to be tossed there As Mists and Rains and Hail and hoarie Plumes And other Fierie many-formed Fumes Amid the Air tumultuous Satan roules And not the Saints the happy heav'nly Soules Nor is he nailed to some shining Wheel Ixion-like continually to reel For CHRIST his flesh transfigur'd and divine Mounted aboue the Arches Crystalline And where CHRIST is from pain and passion free There after death shall all his Chosen bee Elijah therfore climbs th' Empyreal Pole Where ever-blest in body and in soule Contemns this World becoms an Angel bright And doth him firm to the TRINE-ONE vnite But how or why should He this vantage haue Yer CHRIST right call'd the first-fruits of the Grave O happy passage O sweet sacred Flight O blessed Rape thou raptest so my spright In this Dispute and mak'st my weaker wit So many wayes to cast-about for it That I confess the more I do contend I more admire and less I comprehend For lack of wings then biding heer belowe With his Successor I proceed to showe How soon as he took-vp his Cloak to bear-it Elizeus or Elisha Within Elisha shin'd Elijah's Spirit By powr whereof immediatly he cleaves An vn-couth way through Iordan's rapid waves Past hope he gives to the Sunamian Wife A Son and soon restores him dead to life With sodain blindness smightes the Syrian Troup The which in Dothan did him round in coup Increaseth bread and of a pound of Oyl Fills all the Vessels in a Town that while His hoary head in Bethel laught to scorn Is veng'd by Bears on forty children torn Naaman's cleans'd and for foul Simonie Gehazi's punisht with his Leprosie Mends bitter Broath he maketh Iron swim As porie Cork vpon the Water's brim Rich Iericho's sometimes sal-peetry soil Through brinie springs that did about it boil Brought forth no fruit and her vn-holsom Brooks Voyded the Town of Folk the Fields of Flocks The Towns-men therefore thus besought the Seer Thou seest our Citie 's situation heer Is passing pleasant but the ground is naught The Water worse we pray thee mend the fault Sweeten our Rivers make them pleasanter Our Hills more green our Plains more fertiler The Prophet calls but for a Cruse of Salt O strangest cure to cure the brynie fault Of all their Floods and casting that in one Foul stinking Spring heals all their streams anon Not for an houre or for a day or twain But to this Day they sweet and sound remain Their Valley walled with bald Hills before But even a horror to behold of-yore Is now an Eden and th' All-circling Sun For fruitfull beauty sees no Paragon There labour-les mounts the victorious Palm There and but there growes the all-healing Balm There ripes the rare cheer-cheek Myrobalan Minde-gladding Fruit that can vn-olde a Man O skilfull Husbands giue your fattest Plains Five or six earths spare neither cost nor pains To water them rid them of weeds and stones With Muck and Marle batten and baste their bones Vnles God bless your Labour and your Land You plough the Sea and sowe vpon the sand This Iurie knowes a Soil somtimes at least Sole Paradise of all the proudest East But now the brutest and most barren place The curse of God and all the Worlds disgrace And also Greece on whom Heav'ns yerst so good Rain nothing now but their drad Furie's Flood The grace of God is a most sure Revenue A Sea of Wealth that ever shall continew A never-failing Field which needs not ay The cool of Night nor comfort of the Day What shall I say This sacred Personage Not only profits to his proper Age But after life life in his bones hee leaves And dead the dead he raiseth from their graves Nor is Elisha famous more for Miracles Than for the Truth of his so often Oracles He showes the Palms and Foils of Israell Benhadad's death the Raign of Hazael Beyond all hope and passing all appearance Deiected Ioram's neer relief he warrants For now the Syrian with insulting Powrs The fiege and Famine of Samaria So streict besiegeth the Samarian Towrs That even al-ready in each nook agrising Fell wall-break all-break Famin ill-advising Howls hideously even the bare bones are seen As sharp as kniues thorough the emptie skin Of the best bred and each-man seems almost No Man indeed but a pale ghastly Ghost Som snatch the bread from their owne Babes that pine Som eat the Draff that was ordain'd for Swine Som doo defile them with forbidden flesh Som bite the grass their hunger to refresh Som gold for Birds-dung waight for waight exchange Som of their Boots make them a Banquet strange Som fry the Hay-dust and it savorie finde Som Almond-shels and Nut-shels gladly grinde Som mince their Fathers Wills in parchment writ And so devoure their Birth-right at a bit The King when wearie he would rest awhile Dreams of the Dainties he hath had yer-while Smacks swallows grindes both with his teeth and iaws But only winde his beguil'd bellie draws And then awaking of his owne spare Diet Robbs his owne brest to keep his Captains quiet He is importun'd heer and there about Aboue the rest a Woman skrieketh out In moornfull manner with disheueled haire Her face despight her fashion showes despaire O! stay my Liege heat hear a grieuous thing Mothers eat their owne Children Iustice great Ioram Iustice gentle King O no not Iustice did I Iustice craue Fondling in Iustice thou canst nothing haue But a iust death nay but a Torture fell Nay but a Torment like the pains of Hell Yet even this Plea is worse then death to me Then grant me Iustice Iustice let it be For O! what horror can restrain desire Of iust Revenge when it is once afire My Lord I bargain'd and to bind the Pact By solemn Oath I sealed the Contract
hand he lets We are halfe putrified through sinnes contagious spot And without speedy helpe the rest must wholly rot Cut-off th' infected part then are we sound and free Els all must perish needs there is no remedie Most happy they from whom in this fraile life the Lord With smart of many paines cuts-off the paines abhord Of th' euer-neuer death wherein they lye and languish That heere haue had their ease and neuer tasted anguish But many which as yet the aduerse part approoue Conceiue â—â—not confesse that it doth more behooue By faintless exercise faire Vertue to maintaine Then ouer-whelm'd with Vice at rest to rust in vaine But yâ—â— th extremitie of sufferings doth dismay-them The force where-of they feare would easily ouer-lay them They loue the exercise the chastenings likewise like them But yet they would haue God but seld softly strike-them Els are they prest to runne to ruine with the Diuels They are so sore afeard of false-supposed euils Most wretched is the man that for the feare of nisâ—â—â— All liuely-breathing hopes of happy goodnes stifles Of nifles sir say they seeme all their bitter crosses As nothing nor their paines nor lamentable losseâ— That daily they indure were not the wretches blest If from their heaule load their shoulders were releast Who is not happy sure in misery and woe No doubt prosperity can neuer make him so No moâ—e then he that 's sick should find more ease vpon A glorious golden bed then on a wooden one Man harbours in himselfe the euill that afflicts him And his owne fault it is if discontentment pricks-him And all these outward ills are wrongfully accused Which flesh and blood doth blame for being rightly â—sed They all turne to our good but whoso takes offence Thereby hath by and by his iust rough recompence For neither in their power nor in their proof the same Are euil lauâ— effect but in conceipt and name Which wheÌ„ we lightly waigh the least of vs surmounts them Nor hurt they any one but him that ouer-counts them Neither ought that indeed for euill to be rated Which may by accident be vnto good translated Foâ—â—ll is euer ill and is contrarie euer Directly vnto good so that their natures neuer Can be constrain'd to brooke each other neither yet Can th' â—â—e â—â— euer turn'd to th' other opposite But plainly we perceiue that there 's no languor such But long continuance and custome lighten much Familiarizing so the Fit that how so fret it Euen in th' extremitie one may almost forget it What better proofe of this then those poore Gally-slaues Which hauing been before such Rogues and idle Knaues As shunning seruices to labour were so loth That they would starue die rather then leaue their sloth But being vs'd a while to tug the painfull Oare Labour that yerst they loath'd they now desire the more Or those that are assail'd with burning Feuer-fit Euen then when least of all they dread or doubt of it Who 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 body makes it In eight daies as a vse and as a trifle takes it Or those that haue sometimes the painfull rack indured Who without change of paine being a while inured The paine that did constraine them to bewaile and weepe Seems them so easie then they almost fall a-sleepe All are noâ— euills then that are surnamed so Sith euill neuer can his nature mingle no Nor turne it into good whereas we plainly see On th' other side that these are changed sodainly And were they ills indeed sith they so little last Were 't noâ—â—â—eriâ— shaâ—e to be so much agastâ— But here againe say they th' ones nature neuer taketh The others nature on but still the stronger maketh His fellow giue him place and onely beareth sway Till that return'd againe driue it againe away Nay that can neuer be for neuer perfect good Can by his contrarie be banisht though withstood For good is euer good and where so e're it goe Euill doth euer striue but with too strong a foe 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 else our blisse Arriued euermore withall must follow this That alwaies vnto all selfe ill selfe paine 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 inclin'd One loosing but a crowne hath lost his patience quight Another hauing lost fiue hundred in a night Is neuer moâ—'d aiote though hauing lesse in store Then th' other hath by ods his losse might grieue him more One being banished doth nothing but lament Another as at home is there as well content And one in prison pent is vtterly dismaide Another as at home liues there as well appaid Needs must we then confesse that in our selues doth rest That which vphappieth vs and that which makes vs blest In vs indeed the ill which of our selues doth grow And in vs too the good which from God's grace doth flow To whom it pleaseth him true good that none can owe-yet Saue those on whom the Lord vouch safeth to bestow-it And that the bitter smart of all the paines that wring-vs From nothing but our sinne receiueth strength to sting-vs Yea surely in our selues abides our miserie Our Grand-sire Adam left vs that for Legacie When he enthrall'd himselfe vnto the Law of sin Wherein his guilty heires their griefe-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 Earthly world had stablisht him as King Subiecting to his rule the reanes of euery thing His spirit within it selfe noselfe-debates did nurse Hauing no knowledge yet of better nor of worse His body euer blithe and healthfull felt no war Of those foure qualities that now doo euer iarre Nor any poysony plant nor any Serpent fell Nor any noysome beast could hurt in any deale He might without the taste of bitter death attaine Vnto the Hauen of Heauen where all true Ioyss doo raigne And had he not misdone he might haue well bequeath'd The same inheritance to all that euer breath'd How happy had he been if he had neuer eaten Th' vnlawfull fatall fruit that double Death did threaten O that he neuer had preferd the Serpents flatter Before th' eternall Law of all the worlds Creator You shall be said the Fiend like supreame Deities This sweet fruites sugred iuice shall open both your eyes Which now your tyrant God enuying all your blisse Blindes with a filmy vaile of black Obscurities Least that you should become his equals in degree Knowing both good and ill as well as euer he
doth so assaile-them And if their feare fall true that their Good-fortune faile-them Then swell their sullen hearts with sorrow till they burst And then poor desperate soules they deem theÌ„selues accurst And so indeed they are but yet they erre in this In blaming other things for their owne selfe-amisse Other indifferent things that neither make nor marre But to the good be good to th' euill euill are Is' t not great foolishnes for any to complaine That somthing is not don which doth him nought coÌ„strain Sith if he vse the same soule-health it hurteth not Or if he doo not vse t it helpeth not a iot But needs must we complain say some for we haue cause Then at your perill be 't for that which chiefly drawes You thereto 't is in truth your brutenesse in mis-deeming Things euill that are good for sense-contrary seeming And while that in the darke of this foule errors mist Your drowsie spirits doo droope alas what maruell is' t If euill follow you and if iniurious still To others you impute your selfe-ingendred ill Happy are they to whom the Lord vouch safeth sight To see the louely beames and life-infusing Light Of his sweet sacred Truth whereby we may perceiue And iudge a-rightly what to loue and what to leaue Such men within their soules their goods haue wholly plac't Such goods as neuer fire can either burne or waste Nor any Theefe can steale nor Pyrate make his praie Nor vsurie consume nor Tyrant take away Nor times all-gnawing tooth can fret away nor finish Nor any accident of sad mischance diminish For it is built on God a Rock that euer stands Not on the vanities of these inconstant sands Which are more mutable then wind and more vnstable And day by day doo make so many miserable O to what sweet content to what high ioyes aspires He that in God alone can limit his desires He that in him alone his hopes can wholly rest He that for onely 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 disturbe his perfect pleasures can What is it can supplant his honours 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 warre with might and maine No doubt will some man say each Christian doth aspire After their bodies death to those deere treasures higher That are reserv'd in Heauen whereof the sweet possession Feares not the violence of all the worlds oppression But while that heere below this fraile flesh-burthen ties-him But the bare hope he hath which how can it suffice-him Against the sharpe assaults of passions infinite Whose glad-sad crosse conflicts afflict him day and night Needs must I graunt indeed that that same perfit ioy We cannot perfitly vpon this earth enioy But that that Hope alone doth not sufficiently Blesse his life where it liues for my part I denie Some doo not feare we see to spend their stock and store To vnder-take the taske of many 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 franknes to vnfold Not reaking all their paine they are so inly pleas'd With hoped benefit whereof they are not seaz'd And shall th' assured hope of euer-blisses then For which we haue the word not of vaine mortall men That teach their tongues to lie but of the highest God The God of truth truth's selfe where truth hath still abode Shall that I say not serue to settle our faint hearts Against I will not say like dangers and like smarts But 'gainst these petty griefes that now and then do pain-vs No more like those then heauen neer earth that doth sustain-vs Ah shall we then despise all trouble and vexation Supported by a prop of doubtfull expectation And while for earthly things we can indure all this Shall we not do asmuch for an immortall blisse Indeed not of our selues for selfly 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 Eole doth vnlocke Sterne Austers stormie gate making the waters wrastle And rush with wrathfull rage against the sturdie castle While it for all the force of their fell furie showne Is not so much as moou'd and much lesse ouerthrowne So fareth such a man for if from high degree He sodainly do slide to liue contemnedly With the vile vulgar sort that cannot make him wauer For well he is assur'd that Gods high holy fauour Depends not on the pomp nor vaine-proud state and port That for the grace of Kâ—ngs adornes the courtly sort If he be kept in bands thrâ—l to the tyrannies And extreame-cruell lawes of ruthless enimies Both voide of helpe and hope and of all likelihood Of being euer freed from their hands thirsting-blood Inspight of them he knowes that one day he shall die And then he shall inioy an endles Libertie If he be forc't to flie from his deere country-clime In exile to expire the remnant of his time He doth suppose the World to be a Country common From whence no tyranny 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 findes a Kins-man For all mankind is come from oneselfe Father sinnes-man If being spoil'd of wealth wanton-pampering plentie He find vpon his boord two dishes scant of twenty And to his back one coate to keepe the cold away Whereas he had before a new for euery day He learneth of Saint Paul who bids 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 glack Of euery needfull thing for belly and for back 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 Cattel small and great Doo neither sowe nor reape yet find they what to eate Yea that the Lillies faire which growe among the grasse Doo neither spin nor worke and yet their garments passe For colour and for cost for Art and ornament The glorious Salmon's rich robes of Parlament If so that he be sicke or wounded in the arme In body back or brest or such like kind of harme If in extremitie of angry paine and anguish Enfeebled still by fits he bed-rid lye and languish If all the miseries that euer martyr'd man At once on euery side afflict him all they can The more that he endures the more his comforts growe Sith so
tools To help our knowledge with as in all other Shools God euer cares for those that fear his name for loue And if that any such such inconvenience proue If any money need or els through ample distance Be destitute of friends he gets them for assistance The fauour of their foes whose harts he handles so How euer they intend his childrens ouerthrowe That his of what they need haue euermore inough According as he knowes to be to their behoof Now say that we consent say som that this is true But what if somwhat worse then all this worst ensue What if he be enforc't his Countrey to forsake What if continuall fits his sickly body shake What if he lose at once his wealth and reputation Repleat on euery side with euery sharp vexation Can he still keep his ioy and can he still retain Such means to profit still for all his grief and pain Concerning his content it 's alwayes all a-like Whether that euery grief particularly strike Or whether all at once he feel their vt most anger And if he be surpris'd with so extream a languor That as I sayd before the spirit it in force Through suffering of the smart that doth afflict the corps To leaue his Offices so that he cannot write Nor read nor meditate nor study nor indight It is so quickly past that in comparison Regarding so great good 't is not to think vpon For by a mighty grief our life is quickly ended Or els by remedy itself is soon amended And if it be but mean then is it born the better And so vnto the soule it is not any letter Besides we must conceiue our spirit as opprest With fainting wearines somtimes desireth rest To gather strength again during which needfull pawse We are not to be blam'd sith need the same doth cause So that the time that 's lost while such sharp pangs do pain May be suppos'd a time of taking breath again In prison to conclude a man at once may tâ—â—e All manner of extreams of earthly misery In which respect perhaps the worsesom deem of it Being as 't were the Butt that all men striue to hit But I esteem the same the perfecter for that For if one crosse alone can make vs eleuate Our groueling earth-desires from cogitations base To haue recourse to God and to implore his grace Seeking in him alone our perfect ioy and blisse Much more shall many griefs at once accomplish this For many can doo more then one without respect And still the greater cause the greater the effect Indeed say other-som these reasons haue som reason But then whence comes it that so many men in Prison With hundred thousand pains pincht and oppressed sore In steed of bettering there wax worser then before In steed of sweet content doo still complain and crie In steed of learning more lose former industry Though in apparance great your sayings seem but iust Yet plain experience sure we think is best to trust That hidden vertue â—are that so great good atchiues Lies in the Prisoners hart not in his heauy Gyues The good growe better there the bad become the wurse For by their sinne they turn Gods blessing into curse And that 's the cause the most are mal-content and sad Sith euer more the good are fewer then the bad But wherefore doth not God to all vouchsafe this grace Proud earth-worms pawse we there let 's fear before his face Admiring humbly all his holy Iudgements high Exceeding all too far our weak capacitie The Potters vessell vile doth vs our lesson showe Which argues not with him why he hath made it so Much less may we contend but rather rest content With that which God hath giuen He is omnipotent All gracious and all good most iust and perfit wise On som he poures a Sea of his benignities On som a shallow Brook on other som a Flood Giuing to som a small to som a greater Good As from eternity hath pleas'd th' eternall Spirit To loue men more or lesse without respect of merit For my part should I liue ten Nestoâ—s yeers to passe Had I a hundred tongues more smooth then Tully's was Had I a voice of steel and had I brazen sides And learning morâ— then all the Helyconian guides Yet were I all too-weak to tell the many graces That in ten thousand sorts and in ten thousand places Ten hundred thousand times he hath vouchsafed me Not for my merits sake but for his mercy free But yet 'mong all the goods that of his liberall bounty I haue receiv'd so oft none to compare accoumpt-I With this close prisonment wherein he doth with-drawe-me Far from the wanton world and to himself doth draw-me I posted on apace to ruin and perdition When by this sharp-sweet Pil my cunning kinde Physition Did purge maugre my will the poysony humor fell Where with my sin-sick hartalâ—oady gan to sivell I lookâ— for nothing lesse then foâ— these miseries And pains that I haue provid the worlds vain vanities Had so seduç'tany soule with baits of sugred bane That it was death to me from pleasure to be tane But crossing my request God for my profit gaue Me quite the contrary to that which I did craue So that my body barring from a freedom small He set my soule at large which vnto sinne was thrall Wounding with musket-shot my feeble arme he cur'd The festring sores of sinne the which my soule endur'd Tripping me from the top of som mean dignity Which drew me vpto climbe the Mount of vanity He rais'd me from the depth of vices darksom Cell The which incessantly did ding me down to Hell Easing me to conclude of all the grief and care Wherewith these false delights forever sauced are He made me finde and feel amid my most annoyes A thousand true contents and thousand perfect ioyes But som perhaps amaz'd wil muse what kinde of pleasure Here I can take and how I passe my time and leasure For in foule idlenes to spend so large a time It cannot be denied to be a grieuous crime First in the morning when the spirit is fresh and fit I suck the honey sweet from foorth the sacred VVrit Wherein by faith we taste that true celestiall bread Whence our immortall soules are euer onely â—ed Then search I out the sawes of other sage Diuines The best here to be had among whose humainlines Supported by the grace of Gods especiall power I leaue the thorn behinde and pluck the healthsom flower Somtimes I doo admire in books of Heathen men Graue-sayings sauoring more a sacred Christian pen Than many of our age whose bold vnlearned pride Thinking to honour God hath err'd on euery side Sometimes when I obserue in euery ancient storie Such vertues presidents trim patterns of true glory I wofully bewaile our wretched wicked dayes Where vertue is despis'd and vice hath all the praise Oft I lament to see so many noble Wits Neglecting Gods high praise that best
flood irrepassable Yet Bagos hearing Izaks cry encrease He with his foot the dore began to prease And entred where the bed he did beholde All bled with Holophernes carcasse colde He tore his hair and all his garments rent And to the heauen his howling cries he sent But when he mist the Hebrew-Dame away Then raging he began a gastly fray And from the bloody tent as he ran out Among the Heathen thus began to shout Woe woe to vs a slaue they Iudith call In sleaing Holopherne hath slain vs all That daunted all the world These nouels last Ioynd to the former fear that lately past Affrighted so the souldiers one and all That pike and dart and target they let fall And fled through mountains valleis and throw heaths Where ev'rie chaunce procurde them worser deaths Then all th' assieged folk in flocks descended And on their enmies backs their howe 's they bended Both parties ran but th' one that other chased The weary flyers flight themselfs defaced The Hebrews there in fight not one they lost But they bet down and slew the Heathen hoste As doth a Lion of Getulia wood Bespred the land with woried beasts and blood So long as he may finde a beast abide That dare oppone him to his cruell pride Som head long throwes themselfs from craggie Rocks And breaks their bones and all their brains out knocks Som hath forgot that Parcas every whear Waits on their end that drowne in water clear But if that any scapte by som great hap He scapte the first but not the after clap Fore all the straits and passages were set That none should scape aliue where thy were met Yea scarsly one was left to tell the king At Niniue of all this wondrous thing This battell done all those whose Sex and age With held at home their dolours to asswage Came forth out of their fort to see and hear What God had done for them his people dear They found som men dismembred hauing breath That cried in vain a hundreth times for death Another gnashes with his teeth in pains Som dead in face their former rage retains And som is shot directly throw the hart Ech soule departs to his appointed part According to the valew or the chaunce That fortun'd them to dye on sword or launce In short to see this sight so dreadful was That even the Hebrews would haue sayd Alas If they had vanquisht any enmie els This while amongst the corses infidels Among a hundred thousand their was found The cheftains carcas rent with many-a wound Of spear and sword by th' Hebrews in their yre Ther was no sinew Arter vain nor lyre That was not mangled with their vulgar rage No time nor moment might their yre asswage If Holopherne had been like Atlas long Or like in limmes vnto Briarius strong Yet should his body been too small a pray To sati fie their furie ev'ry way For in that Camp was not so small a knaue But of his flesh som collup he would haue O tyrant now quoth they giue thy right hand To the Cilicians and to Media Land Leaue thou thy left And to Celea sweet To Ismaell and Aegypt leaue thy feet To th' end that al the world by thee offenced With such a present may be recompenced But heer I faile thy corps thus to deuise In Attomy for it will not suffise This thankfull widow then who neuer thought To smore this wondrous work that God had wrought Entun'd her vearse and sung to sweet consort Of instruments and past with gracious port Before the chosen Dames and virgins thair That were esteem de for honest chaste and fair Sing sing with hart and voyce and sounding strings And prayse the Lord of Lords and King of Kings Who doth disthrone the great and in their place Erects the poore that leans vpon his grace Who would haue thought that in a day one towne Could ouercome a camp of such renowne Who daunted all the world whose pride was felt From Indian shore to where the Calpees dwelt Great God who will beleeue that Holopherne Who did a hundred famous princes derne Should be disceptred slain left in a midow By no great Gyant but a feeble widow Great God who will beleeue that he who raind From north to south and in his hands retaind Both East and West now gets not grace to haue An ynch of Gazon ground to be his graue This Conqu'rour that came with no army small Now lyes on ground abandond of them all Not sole for those companions him in death That followde him while he had life and breath Not now the ground but Ravens hunger-sterv'd Are now his tombe as he hath well deserv'd No vaults of Marble rich nor Porphyr pure That he had built could be his sepulture Euen so good Lord from hence forth let vs finde Thee not our Iudge but for our father kinde But let all tyrants that against thee gather Finde thee their Iudge but not their louing father Here Iudith ends And also heare I stay The Translator With thankes to God So for his state I pray At whose command I vndertooke this deed To please his Grace and those that will it reed FINIS A TABLE OF SIGnification of some wordes as they are vsed before * ⎠* Words Significations ABderois Prophane and delicate Epicures Abile A hill in Affrica one of the Pillers of Hercules Abraham Father of the Iewes or the faithfull Achelois Ympes Sirenes or Mermaids Amram The father of Moses Assur Assurs head The Countrey of Assyria or their king Assyrian Prince Holophernes Vizroy or Generall Agamemnon The Generall of the Greekes being present at the sacrificing of his onely Daughter was painted with a bende about his eyes either for the vnskilfulnes of the painter who could not sufficieÌ„tly expresse the fathers speciall teares or els for that he thought it not decent to paint so mighty a Prince weeping or vnnaturall not to weepe Aconite A poysonable herbe Autan The South or south winde Aurora The morning Arphaxat Supposed to be Arbactus King of Medes Atlas A great Giant Argus Had a hundreth eyes Alexander The great Apelles An excellent painter Bethull or Bethulia The City where Iudith dwelt Babell Babylon or the whole countrey Bellona Goddesse of Battell Briccoll An engine of warre Briarius A Giant with a hundreth haÌ„ds Bacchus Wine or drunkennes Boreas The North or north wind Chameleon A beast that chaungeth his colours Ctesiphon A cunning Architector or builder Chaos A confusion before the worlds creation Capharois Two perilous Rocks Cyanes straits Calpe A hill in Spaine one of the pillars of Hercules Cyprian Dame Venus loue or lust Cupido Loue or lust Coruies Crooked yrons to drawe down buildings Castors sister Helen the dishonest wife of Monelaus Canaces Incestuous women Circes Witches abusers of louers Cyrene A dry sandy countrey or drouth Carmell A mountaine in Iudea or the whole countrey Danow Danubius a riuer in Germany Denis twice born Bacchus Diana or Cynthia The Moone Dina. The daughter of Iacob Aegyptian Queen Cleopatra the Concubine of M. Antonius who swallowed a rich pearle Elimia Land The Elamits Eurus The East or East winde Aegeans stable Where horses deuoured men Encelade A Giant buried vnder mount Aetna Generall Holophernes Gibraltar A City in Spaine neere to Calpe-hill one of the Pillers of Hercules Holopherne Vizroy chiefe of the Army Hermon A Hill in Iudea or the couÌ„try of Iudea Hesperian coste The west Hyade A water nymph or watrie star Heraults Apostles or preachers Iacobs sonnes The people of Izrell Izrell or Iacob The Land of Iudea Izaak The people of the Iewes Ismaell Idumeans or Edom. Ixion One tormented in Hell Iebus place Ierusalem or Sion Iudith of Bethulia of the tribe of Ruben Iessies race Dauid and his seed Iethro Father in law to Moses Latmies sonne Endymion the long sleeper supposed to lye with the Moone Lysippus A cunning caruer Monarke One sole gouernour Memphits Men of that Citie in Aegypt Misraim The Land of Egypt Mocmur The riuer neare Bethulia Momus A scornfull detractour of all things Mars God of strife or battell Myrrhaes Syllaes Women betrayers of their couÌ„rey Minotaurs Vnnaturall monsters Medusaes Furies of hell Neptunes back The Sea Nâ—phathai A mighty strong Rocke or mouÌ„taine in Syria Palestine The Land of the Philistins Pharia A famous tower in Egypt Phlegoâ— One of the foure horses that was supposed to draw the sunne Phoebus The sunne Phoebâ— His sister the moone Proteus A man changing himself in sun dry formes there is a fish of like nature Priams wife Hecuba the honourable Pestmell All mixt confusedly together Ramme An ingine of warre for battry Sina-hill Sinai-hill Salem Ierusalem Solymâ— Ierusalem Sichem The rauisher of Dina. Sabean Queene Sauours of Saba land Simeon Dinaes brother Scythique Rampier The tombe of Semele mother of Bacchus Styx A Riuer in hell Sympathie Concordance of natures and things Sentinelles Watchmen Semirames Women Viragoes Syrtes Dangerous sands Satrap Prince Stymphalides Rauenous foules with female faces Harpyes Syrian camp The Hoste of Holophernes Semels sonne Bacchus or wine Transparent That which may be seen throgh and whole like glasse Tortuse An engine of warre Trepan An engine of warre The forraine tyde Supposed to haue been the flood of Noah or the deluge of Deucalion that diuided Affrica from Europe and Sycilia from Italia Thetis The Sea Thurimâ— Deceitfull Aduocats Theban knight Captaine of the Greeks army Theefe that stole the fire Prometheus who stole fire from Iupiter Zedechias Last king of the Iewes Zephyrus West or west winde Zeuxis A painter of Italie who being required to paint the picture of Helen desired to haue all the fairest women of Creton to be present for his paterne FINIS 1611. OS · HOMINI · SVBLIME · DEDIT ✚ AT LONDON Imprinted by H. L. and are to be sould by Arthur Iohnson at the signe of the white horse neere the great North doore of Paules Church