wandring starres are mixed Conioyne in one ye Sphaeres caelestiall Ye Muses nine performe this Funerall Condole her death whose glorious life was so As by her life her death was freed from wo Whose life repleat with grace exempt from strife Whose death 's transformd to neuer-dying life Cynthia faire Sister to blacke ladie Night That Gehons streames with golden Icons dight To whom heau'ns senior Lights proffer their dutie For thy surpassing and refulgent Beautie Renounce thy borrowed Shine reuoke thy race With clouds of Languishment remaske thy face Sad Melpomen with tragicke Scaenes relent Each Marble rocke and obdurated Flint Sigh foorth deepe accents of thy sacred Loue To cause the stonie-hearted Sauage moue Straine out Threnodiae thy assiduall note For Time hath roab'd himselfe with sable Cote Ye sacred Nymphs hang down your Sun-bright haires Bedew your cheekes with penitentiall teares Conduct me to some solitarie Cell Wherein I may with pale-fac'd Sorrow dwell Alas my Muse doth faint ere she proceed To tune Encomions on a mournfull Reed Wise Caliope sweet Queene of Eloquence Inspire her Thoughts with sacred influence Take courage Muse pure Zeale shall stand thy barre Looke not agast on euery frowning Starre Plucke vp thy sprite from pitchie Acheron Solace amidst the fields of Hellicon Now bath thy selfe in the Pierian spring Where thy sad Sisters mournfully do sing Go seeke that Phoenix mounted in the skie Transform'd to euer-during Dignitie The Phoenix of our age Earths onely Faire Faiths Empresse and heau'ns high glorious Haire Englands Phoenix admir'd for Raritie For Beautie Vertue and pure Chastitie O shee 's consum'd with heau'ns resplendent Light That from her ashes one might rise as bright And flourish foorth vpon the verdant ground Whose paralel in Art is scarcely found Why striues my Muse to stellifie her name The bright-eyed-wondring world diuulg'd her fame And Fame it selfe flies swiftly from her nest To blaze her honor from the East to West Sad Sicknesse the pale Harbinger of Death Foredoom'd the losse of Syrinx daughters breath Blacke furious Fate that wrought such deepe despight To locke faire Phoebe from Endimions sight I meane Eliza ô write that name againe That with reuoluing Time it may remaine Eliza she who was profound in Art Is now strucke dead with Thanatos his dart Eliza who in many dangers stood For Gods high glorie and her subiects good By her th'incarnate Gospell was possest Through her all Britaines Ile Iehoua blest For her the heau'ns rain'd down such plenteous store As Natures greedie Sons could wish no more Honor imbrac'd her Art by her did stand Prudence attended on her genious hand Iustice in Mercie with her bare the sway Glorie infinite her last Catastrophé The fatall Sisters ioyntly haue decreed Old Atropos should cut that vitall threed Which counites the Substance with the Soule Nūbing each Sense with leane-chapt Deaths cōtroule This state is incident to Natures lot Drawne through the world in Times still chariot With two vnruly Steedes and hurl'd along By restlesse Motion and Mutation At length they leaue her on Deaths dismall stage As being wearie of their cariage Then his grim Sergeant comes without controule T' arrest her bodie dis-unite her soule He takes no bribes but strikes impartiall The Begger Baron Caitiffe King and all If Death had fear'd to stop Astraeaes breath Then had he spared Queene Elizabeth Whose soule is now enthroniz'd boue the skies Where glorious Cherub's sing her Exequies Through Ioues broad milk-white path now is she gone And stately royaliz'd on Angels throne The siluer Vault with Epods deepe resounds Of her rare Vertue which on Earth abounds I wish Eliza from vs could not passe Who made each place a heau'n wherein she was Th' Almightie Ioue so lock't Virginitie From Antidotes and banefull Trecherie That burning poyson ne're effected harme Although confected with a Magicke charme How many treasons direfull accidents Base-bred complots and experiments Conspir'd her death yet still preseru'd was she By heau'ns eternall Triple-Vnitie How many striu'd to stop Elizaes breath Yet to their shame she died a liuing death For which we laud th' Immortall Deitie Who mixeth ioy with sad calamitie Her fame on earth is painted by all Seuen Her corps in Lead her soule a Saint in heauen Eliza liu'd now is Eliza dead And Dauid rais'd in her Angellike stead Shee 's quite extinct yet hath she left behind The true Idaa of her princely mind Right royall IAMES the Britons gracious King Whose honor through the circling Globe doth ring The Rose is cropt which glistered in each face And yet as faire sprung instantly in place A Rose most sweet and odoriferous A Rose of grace to cheare and comfort vs A Rose that springeth in a Northerne blast A Rose whose lustre doth in Winter last O Wonder that rough Boreas dropping wing Should waft such showres to a desired Spring England prostrate thy selfe with folded hands Whose ioyes are numberlesse euen as the sands Before the powerfull and almightie Throne Who gaue regard vnto thy grieuous mone Sending to thee such an Athenian King Whose learning is the round Orbes wondering A soueraigne Balme vnto thy Corasiue Which did thy half-dead-wounded heart reuiue When Phoebus Lute tuned his mournfull note To make Time turne his glistring golden cote Couragious Cato with his warlike traines While rang'd in rancke vpon the champion plaines Sweet-breathed Zephyrus vp softly blew The fragrant flowers which in medowes grew Vpon their glittering targets then they cride Aglorious Triumph shall to vs betide Euen so the Flowers of fruitfull Brittanie Blowne with the wind of zealous Loyaltie Did congregate in troupes proclaim'd a King Whose name once heard most gladsom ioy did bring When glorious Titan hath his compasse run The foule-maskt gloomie Night ensues thereon Bright Sol declin'd Luna skips in the skie Approou'd by Nature in Philosophie Iehoua derogated Englands Light And yet pursude no duskie darksome Night No sooner Britaine had her bright-Eye lost But straight another gaz'd from Northern coast No sooner did Eliza take her flight But instantly king IAMES appear'd in sight For whom true hearts render immortall praise To high Iehoua who this Starre did raise To yeeld them light to stand their soueraigne Lord And Patron pure of the soule-sauing word O blessed Time when peerelesse Princes preach When Dauid doth his sonne Gods precepts teach He is the sense-concluding Period Of Englands solace charactred by God The pure quintessence of her flourishing state To whom her life is worthie subiugate O what a learned Varro hath she gain'd Who mou'd blith Gelos euen when harts complaind A Cicero for flowing Eloquence A valiant Caesar for Magnificence Don Phoebus rising from his scarlet bed Out of his easterne Closet thrust his head Spreading his flame-hair'd broad vermilion lockes Vpon the earth the sea the trees and rockes Espide a fairer shining here below Pluckt in his head no more his face durst show Now England England shake off sad annoy Thy forts are full replenished
Through vrgent passions shifteth from her clawes Then straight a Lion comes with wide-stretch'd iawes To lacerate his flesh imbrude with gore Which strikes a deeper terror then before Yet by good hap pleuents the Lions rage And then with ioy holds on his pilgrimage But drawing neare to his abiding place Fore-deeming not the Fates pursude in chace When least he thought of such a timelesse smart A Serpents sting doth wound him to the hart So when thou thinkst to sleepe in safest rest Then art thou by Gods iudgements most supprest His sword can wound both woman child and man From North to South from Bersheba to Dan T' is like a Shadow which a man eschues Swifter he runs the faster it pursues Thou great Soldado earths Magnifico That conquers ioy by Lazarello's wo Heaping vp gold by each deceiptfull way Resoluing still that thou shalt liue for ay At first thou sprangst from a small wombe of Sin At last a litle graue shall close thee in Thou griping foole the Pestilence this night Can wound thy corps and burne thy hearts delight When king Lisymachus through Fortunes hate By thirst proiected to the Scythians state And captiuated with his kingdomes all O heau'ns quoth he how dreadfull is my fall To yeeld great Prouinces and regall seate For liquide drops to quench my thirstie heate So when thou rifest from eternall sleepe And viewes Heau'ns glorie from the cole-blacke Deep Then wilt thou crie O wretched creature I To lose such ioyes for carnall Vanitie For momentanie Pleasures which decay To misse heau'ns Grace so permanent for ay! Then looke to Heau'n whilst thou on Earth dost dwel And not with Diues when thou liest in Hell Too late alas to wish heau'ns glorious Light When thou art wrapt in blacke eternall Night When Time turnes off his partie-coloured cote Thy soule in hell must howle a mournfull note Thou Vsurer which Penurie dost racke And surfets in thy needfull neighbours lacke Thy Debters watch with care while thou dost sleepe Thy State sings Requiem while their Senses weepe In nightly lucubrations spend their houres To puffe thy Spunge which all the drops deuoures Distilling from their browes with burd'nous griefe Not able scarce to minister reliefe Vnto their children deare and familie Because thou suckest with the sluggish Bee That Mel which they in harbring hiues wold keepe Clothing thy back with wooll from their poore sheep What 's this but euen to kill and trucidate And all man-slaughtrers God and Angels hate Thy state is match'd with Lillies in the field Which flourish now and straight to withring yeeld Though thou in terrene Shadowes didst excell Yet shall not Gold redeeme thy soule from hell Then let this Sentence in thy sense remaine The sweetest Pleasures tast the sowrest Paine Quodque tibi nolles aliis fecisse caueto Quodque tibi velles aliis praestare studeto Thou rauening Vultur gormandizing Kite Thou greedie Wolfe which builds thy chiefe Delight On drosse and drinkes the bloud of Periurie Feeding vpon the flesh of Crueltie Whose deep-delv'd throat of Gain deuours more food Then do the Amazons or Styrian brood Thy dropsie-Conscience sweld with moist Desire The more it drinkes the more doth still require Hunger torments thee midst aboundant store Thou staru'st in Wealth in Riches still art poore Like Tantalus which in the Stygian lies And sinkes in water yet for moisture dies Like drudging Indians which dig with paine The golden Mines yet others reape the gaine Or Pharaohs Kine who gormandiz'd vp cleane The fat-fed Beasts yet still themselues were leane The Day thou spendest in turmoiling paine Selling thy soule for temporarie gaine In deepe of Night thy mind extrauagates And wanders through the perillous gulfes and streits Of Ne're-enough when good men take their rest Thy restlesse Thoughts are tost with cares possest Still pining Pietie so leane in thee As is the big-bon'd bare Anatomie Thou plantest thornes in thy soules barren field Which nought but griefes and molestations yeeld Whereby not onely Equitie is choked And Vertue extirpated and reuoked But also stinging pricks spring sharpe and small That thou thy selfe art wounded therewithall Yet thou perceiu'st not All goes well with thee So thou canst please thy hearts Rapacitie Which is insatiat as Fire and Flood The last drinkes Raine the first deuours the Wood Or big-bon'd Behemoth with vigour fraught Who thought t'exhale deepe Iordan at a draught Thus dost thou sing amidst thy weeping woes As moiles who feed with burdens and with blowes What else remaines thy senses neuer see Profoundly cast into a Lethargie Of deepe-Desire till Death appeares in sight Rowzing from sleepe thy solide-slumbring sprite O then how fearefull will it seeme to thee To be secluded from earths Vanitie Thy death will be farre terribler then hell Because in life true Life thou didst dispell Most griping griefes and dolors shalt thou find To lose Earths Idol which thou leau'ft behind And when the Sun-set of thy youth drawes neare And occidentall Age begins t' appeare Those ill-got goods which Auarice did intend To be preseru'd lewd Luxurie shall spend That wealth whereon thy mouth did neuer tast Vnthriftie Ganeo shall consume and wast Thus doth thy sin incurre a double sin Wherto thy soule fore heau'ns great Bar brought in Shall answer as a thirstie Murtherer A swallowing Gulfe a deepe Extortioner Not all that wealth which thou hast falsly won Can baile thy soule from fierie Phlegeton But will condemne thee in that dreadfull Day And glutinate thy Soule with Hell for ay O damned wretch then fearefull is thy state These words pronounc'd Repentance haps too late Abi thou cursed to eternall fire Imbrace the flames of due-deserued hire Then know though ne're so sweet Earths Syrens sing An vpright Conscience is a sacred Thing As wormes cannot corrode the Laryx tree Which neuer rots nor scarce can burned be So neither Hell nor Horror Worme nor Sting Can fret thy Conscience guarded strong within Thou that in Sicknesse wi lt thy sins deplore That neuer did imbrace good Thought before Orat the obiect of a blazing Starre Fore-dooming that some Iudgement is not farre Wilt then to mournfull deprecations rise But being banish'd from thy restlesse eyes And nine dayes past thou hast recourse amaine With dogs and swine vnto thy filth againe But if thou wilt redeeme thy soule from hell Weepe for thy sins and mourne whilst thou art well When Death hath stung there is no time to pray But line in Death or die in Life for ay Thou that surmounts in pompous dignitie In Pleasure Beautie Wealth and Brauerie In Luxurie thy precious Time dost spend Remember that these Shadowes must haue end And that from whence thou reapedst chiefe delight With loathsomnesse shall worke thee worst despite Like to Tarpeia's bracelets bright of gold For whom with Guile the Romaines castell sold Vnto the Sabines won by trecherous Fate But yet these bracelets brought her generall hate Wherewith at last her selfe was prest to death
And quite bereft of vitall sense and breath So Pleasures presse thee downe to gauling Griefe Or glance away and leaue thee sans reliefe Like ranging Hawkes that soare in loftie skie With swift-wing'd flight from Lure of Falkners hie Demosthenes that famous Grecian Fau'ring faire Lais Corinths Curtisan Most vehemently desir'd by Fanciefed To haue accesse vnto her brothell bed Whom she desir'd three hundred crownes to send If lustfull Will her wish would apprehend High heau'ns forbid quoth he that hote Desire Should heape such flames to Pryaps burning fire Though Lust allures yet doth true Vertue hate To buy Repentance at so deare a rate This heathen Mole had Reasons eyes to see That Paine attends on Pleasures surquedrie The buzzing Bee that sings in Autumnes field Doth from her labour waxe and honie yeeld Which to mans senses many comforts bring Yet in her taile there lutkes an angrie sting So Pleasure hath her hony of Desire Inflaming waxe dissolu'd in Follies fire But yet behind a dreadfull sting remaines Which wounds the heart enwrapt with Fancies pains Her meager ioynts are tentred on deepe Cares Her vigor rack'd on imbecile Despaires Times reuolution frets her pleasing prancks As waters wash and weare away their bancks And as the dew from heau'n to earth assign'd By heate exhal'd or scattered with the wind Or christall bubbles which on riuers play With agitation vanish quite away Or Characters deciphered foorth on sand Which by Eluuion perisheth out of hand So Earths mask'd Ioyes but for a moment last And soone extinct by Times oft-changing blast Peruse the Songs of sweet-toung'd Salomon Israels great King faire Iuda's Paragon Sions Melodes the sourse of Sapience Bedewd with drops of sacred influence For whom the Sabian Queene did iourney farre To view the splendor of so bright a Starre When he had heaped millions vp of gold Erected buildings glorious to behold And planted trees fed with sweet fluent Springs And treasures won by captiuated Kings And singers with harmonious melodie Concording in Amphyons simphonie And all delights which Reason could deuise Were set as Obiects to his restlesse eyes O vaine quoth he is all the Earths delight But pictur'd Glosses and disturbe the Sprite I now discerne by Faiths celestiall eye Pleasure 's but vaine most vaine and Vanitie For with Times-turne their semblant Beautie 's gone Whirl'd round with Change as Sysiphus rolling stone Thus mans Delights and earths Felicities Are but euen pleasant-seeming Vanities In Turne of Time all Creatures shall decay For Time it selfe in time must passe away The winged-people of the various Skie The scalie Troupe which in the Surges lie The heau'ns the earth and seas shall burne to nought Not to that Chaos whence they first were brought The Worlds great Synode formally combin'd With pure celestiall Fire must be refin'd Don Phoebus Steeds their glistering coach must stay The burnish'd Gates include heau'ns Bright from Day The Stars and Phoebe's feuer-shaking Light Shall maske their Beauties from the dismall Night The Comets Meteors with each Hemi-sphaeare To worke strange Operations shall forbeare Old white-hair'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with strikt compas'd pace Must cease to course his artificiall Race The Sea the Floud the Spring and watrie Lake Must by Times turne their liquide Caues forsake Which from the Cesternes of the Center deepe Through Earths wide Nerues in curbed maner creepe The flourishing Ver and fruitfull Autumnes grace The icie Vizard of breme Winters face The Yeare the Month the Houre the Night the Day Shall subiect stand to Heau'ns Catastrophé Heau'ns wondrous Works which thus in strictnesse turne When Pan appeares in sulphur'd flames must burne All Wights that wander through this Orbe below Must pay that summe which they to Nature ow All must dissolue euen from the Cedar tall Vnto the Hysope springing on the wall When heau'ns loud Trump shal sound Earths sumning note And Time turnes off his rain-bow coloured cote But Ates brood true Modell of the Maker That Angel-like of ioyes are made partaker Indude with Reason Dangers to eschue Iudicially Times Accidents to view Casting an eye to things past and forgone To suprauise th' Euents ensuing on By retrogredience to Times heighth and fall In their progredience can discerne them all These that in portraiture all Shapes excell Must mount to heau'n or flutter downe to hell Therefore let Reason feruently apply His soule to liue as still prepar'd to die In all essayes his heart vprightly bend As one that swiftly marcheth to his end Though he on Earth all worldly Pleasures haue Yet let him deeme one foot still in the graue The valiantsouldier marching longst the plaine Couragiously to his immortall gaine Assaults his foes and neare to them doth come Although most neare ensues his banefull doome Swifter he marcheth them with blowes to spend The swifter still approcheth to his end Desire of Fame kindles an ardent rage While leane-fac'd Death attends him as a Page Yet arm'd in heart of furniture well sped Resolues to die in Honors valorous bed This world 's a warfare thou a souldier Wherein thou striu'st to stand Deaths conquerer Contending with hels Dragons damned hoast From woes to ioyes from ioyes to woes ytost Without the World alluresthee with Delight Within foule Sin thy intellectuall sprite Suggests and opposite to thy darke Eye T'entangle thee slie Sathans engines lye Behind a strict-bound Conscience clogs thy heele On thy right hand mounts Fortunes loftie wheele And on the left Aduersitie doth waite To feed thy Thoughts with Cares penurious baite Vnder thy feete the Graue doth gape each houre With wide-stretch'd mouth to swallow and deuoure And ore thy head Heau'ns heauie ludgements lie Prepared still to be powr'd foorth on thee Then not vnaptly graue learn'd Writers call Thee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Small world of thrall Thy state of life may be compared thus Vnto the Mariner in stormes dangerous When blustring Aeolus opes his vented Caues And Neptunes rorall beard 's bedasht with waues He viewes the Heau'ns ore-vail'd with pitchie cloudes Huge tempests rise each beast in shelter shroudes And foaming billowes beating gainst his Barke Then waites each houre to diue in Deluge darke But when Dan Titan with bright golden ray Doth guil'd the pale-greene Pallace of the sea And with his purging Fire refines the skie He skips with ioy for his deliuerie So in this Orbe thou sail'st through seas of Woes Againe with pride scornes Fortunes ouerthrowes Oft Fortune stormes and her cleare Sun-shine failes Then Ioy retires with wofull-battred sailes Thus art thou subiect to Times turne and Fate To be transform'd in Person Life or State For Time can turne to set the World on flote And straight can vrge him sing poore Niobs note If th' Embryo foreknew these woes intomb'd Within the wals of his deare Mothers wombe If he could see before he sees heau'ns Light Earths Languishments as Objects to his sight Would ne're contend to ope the Matrice wide By Generation naturally to glide From
would in hell be charactred his shame O mightie Ioue omnipotent in Might O I Earths-worme craule fore thy gracious sight O God ô King of kings maiesticall O who can stand when thou commandst to fall Thy Grace shines perfect indiniduall Thy glorious Power extends it selfe to all Thy Mercies passe the numbers of the sand Thy Fountaines flow thy Wel-springs neuer stand Turne downe thine Eye behold my mournfull griefe Turne these my christall teares to Pearles of life Turne backe thy face from my corruptions Turne these corrections to Instructions My Soule surmounts Aurora's dew-moist Larke My Sense is kindled with a sacred Sparke My Heart is rapt aboue the third Degree My Sprite with loftie euolence flies to thee Thou art that Balne wherewith my soule is cured Thou art that Law whereto my heart 's adiured Thou art that Mount whereon my sprite must rest Thou art that House wherein my Sense lines blest Then will thy soules Phisitian come to thee Ministring Mercie to thy miserie And cheare thy Senses with supernall Food Which shall redound to thy immortall good Thy heart will then desire amongst the blest To be dissolued and to sleepe in rest And as the Sunne 's most swift at his descending So shalt thou be most blessed at thy ending London with teares thy grieuous sins lament Thy flintic heart with humblenesse relent With fastings mournings greet him by the way Preuent his plagues with spacious Niniue And purge the inward Man of foule Offence That God may purge thee of this Pestilence Imbrace his Loue as sweet Preferuatiue If in heau'ns Eden thou dost meane to thriue Discute that damn'd-aspiring Enemie That puft-sterne-dropsie-swelling surquedrie Of Selfe-conceit which suffocates thy Soule And in thy Heart doth Puritie controule Lest thy Selfe-ruine so be brought to passe As to the Basiliske which in a glasse Beholds his beautie long vntill at length He be depriued of his vitall strength And whiles the glasse his beautie foorth doth send His owne reflecting-poison workes his end Or lest thy Springs be turn'd to Gulfes of blood And Beautie drown'd in faire Narcissus flood To muse on Heau'n thy Senses eleuate To walke vpright thy Spirit animate Let not heau'ns Light obscure thy dazeled eye And be the Deaths-man to Virilitie Let not th' Ambassage of the glorious Lord And powerfull Essence of his sacred VVord Lifes pure Elixer Sun-shine of thy Day VVhich can with Ioy Hearts corasiues allay Harden thy heart and eke thy soule compell To tread the broad-beat-path that leades to hell As scorching Titan with his ardent ray Dissolues the waxe and obdurates the clay So doth Heau'ns voice the humane heart relent Or workes it harder then the sparkling Flint Approou'd by Pharaoh who would neuer grant His heart being clos'd in tombes of Adamant A free dismisment to poore Israel Bur did the Legate of heau'ns Lord dispell And gainst his Prophet did peruersly stand Till Ione sent foorth strange plagues vpon his land So hath thy Toad-swel'd proud rebellious hart Increas'd the rigor of thy generall smart Which at thy gates hath forc'd Intrusion To thy Conuersion or Confusion Therefore in Ioue gush out pure streames of teares Enuiron round thy heart with sacred Feares And to renounce thy crimes with Zeale intend Lest Heau'n reserue thee to a fearefull end Shake hands with Sin and bid him now Farewell Prepare thy Soule with Godlinesse to dwell Redeeme that Time which thou haft lewdly spent In this Times-turne with Faith be penitent For Heau'n hath sent thee to thy soules desire More blessings then earths Nature could require So many Graces to thy hearts Content Which to the World doth argue wonderment But sith from him thou turnedst backe thy face He turn'd these Mercies to thy deepe disgrace And tedious Taxes fastned on thy head In that thy Pride was not abandoned But still relapse from Grace and fall from Truth The Nerues of Age the Complements of Youth You immane Atheists who in darknesse dwell To horride Diuels the damned Centinell Affoording Nature that sole high renowne Which natures Author weareth as a crowne Old grandam Earth doth loath your noysome breath That die in life and liue to liue in death Th' insatiat Gulfe prognosticates your merits It grieues the Aire to feed your vitall spirits Can new-borne Sucklings frame their steps to go Can Youth graue Eld Experiences show Can the Puple his learned Tutor teach Can the damn'd Reprobate heau'ns Towers reach Can the Pallace direct the Framers hand To build so firme that it for ay might stand Or can base Nature cauteriz'd with shame Abstract one Iod from Ioues great glorious name Can abiect Dust by heau'ns predestinate Though collocated in Angellike state Assume or derogate that Worke diuine Which can to nought but filthinesse incline With terror muse with trembling cogitate To higher Thoughts your soules exasperate Heau'n is the Iusticer of Natures hart Nature 's the workmanship of heau'ns great Art Art is the roote of humane natures Skill Skill letteth loose the reines of Natures Will Will workes th' Effects of Natures owne decay Decay must Nature God perfists for ay How could her power confirme Times Accident Turning sad woes with ioyes circumferent How could th' Effect without th' Efficient Redound these glorious graces imminent To Albions comfort by Iehoua wrought When Hope lay frustrate of aspiring thought Then when the Zodiacke of Earths Sun was ended And our Horizon on the Fates attended Who rob'd Apollo of that fairest Faire Whose bright Meridian guilded Albions Aire Yet of aires benefite it selfe depriued From frozen Pole a brighter Sun reuiued It led to th' Occident of fatall Rest A clearer Orient started out from West Againe to mixe the poyson of Annoy With her delightsome cordials of Ioy Amidst her chearefull wines to mingle in The bitter Potion of the dregs of Sin Now search your hearts in heart imagine now Hels deepe damnation branded on your brow O gaze to heau'n grouel not on the ground Earth you corrupts in Heau'n all ioyes are found Heau'n is the hauen of true perfect rest Heau'n is that place assigned to the blest Heau'n tendreth all that do heau'ns Truth auerre Heau'n trophees yeelds to Natures Conquerer Therefore awake from th'Ecstasin of Shame By earthly Conquest purchase heau'nly Fame Out of your hearts Earths drugs euacuate To heau'ns great All all praises arrogate Accurst to Hell such as 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Do calcitrate against the gates of Heau'n Now sith ô Albion Ione hath full decreed To send thee succour at thy extreme need Shrowding thee vnder his Al-couering wing And still protecting thee from Sorrowes sting Be gratefull therefore to his Soueraigne Might Who alwaies held thee gracious in his sight In thee no rumors runne of ciuill warres Nor of Sedition and tumultuous iarres But all with joynt applause do sing of Peace Of plenteous Autumnes and a sweet Increase O sacred Peace by thee are onely found Th'exceeding ioyes that euery where abound Thankes sacred Ione
within Now burnes the heart now frigerates the skin Extirpate Traitors ô heau'ns expell The craftie Counsels of Achitophell The soothing Humor of each Midius braine That by blandiloquence seekes his state to staine The damn'd stratagemes of Romish Fauorites And all Spanized bloud-sworne Iesuites Who long expected that a day would come Wherin with bloud they might work Albions doome Couering their face with vailes of Loyaltie Their poysoned hearts consort with Villanie To trucidate and murther Prince and Peere Whose bloud both God and man esteeme most deare These are Illusions sprung from Poperie These are the fruites of false Imagerie In Nomine Iesu yet their facts must rise O sleight Preludium to their Tragedies Their actions are exhaust from Puritie Yet practise nought but diuelish Trecherie Are these Deuotions nay Delusions Detractions and their owne Destructions Let no man dread Romes Hydra bearing sway For Albions Hercul's crops his heads away One Head entire doth on his shoulders stand Which will be broke by Iames owne royall hand For Phoebus hath deuis'd an heau'nly note To make Time laugh and turne his Sphinx-like cote But harke Muse harke me thinks some voice diuine Ecchoes the mountaines of the Muses nine Stay genious Muse thy ouer-tired teame Cease to discusse vpon so deepe a Theame Now take repose in Aganyppe's vale And marke the tenor of this sequele Tale. A Panygericall Idilion pronounced to the Citie of London before the entrance of her long-expected Comfort NOw London rise from dreadfull Dungeon Of darke disastrous deepe Destruction Wherein thou didst imbrace foule hood-winkt Night Prodigious horror indigence of light And Sense-appalling Feare with short-drawne breath Fast grip'd betwixt the chaps of rauenous Death Gainst whom Heaù'ns wódrous works opposed were Each Planet and incomprehended Sphare The restlesse Poles and high-remoted Starres Against thy Pride conspired direfull warres Apollo mask'd his face with beames of bloud While trembling Phoeb ' exanimated stood With ioyntagree thus adunited all To captiuate thee with perfidious thrall Erect thy bruised stormie-battred head Basely deiected like the high-sprung Reed Or grassie plaines where Ver bids flowers abound Whose stems are vrg'd to kisse the foule-fac'd ground When as the furious Fire with discontents Included close midst liquid Elements Alongst the sphaerie Frame doth range about With burning ire to find some passage out At last breakes through with roarings violent Like to a Lion in some dungeon pent And then dissolues that grosse-congealed matter To fierce tempestuous haile and flouds of water Then Aeolus ope's his vented anters deepe That curl'd-hair'd Boreas through the world may sweep Whose steele-strong breath doth penetrate the rockes Disturbes Damaetas and confounds his flockes Affrighting Nature with celestiall Thunder And stoutly strikes the Cedars tops asunder Whereat huge Aetna quakes proud billowes rise And Amphytrite's Towers confront the skies The sinewie Oake with feare fals flat to ground Earths Center trembleth at this terrible sound But when Latona's Heire transcends his Light From queene Aurora's christall Pallace bright Gazing about the World with chearefull Eye Intrailes the Earth with robes of Maiestie Intreates the vpright-towring Larke to sing The low-laid grasse to rise and plants to spring Instructing Man by course from East to West To rise with Labour and lie downe with Rest Then boasts queene Flora in her fragrant bed Who earst did droupe with tempests ruined So thou sith Heau'n respects thy mournfull mone From the high Solium of Ioues sacred Throne Spreading his glorious beames of quickning Grace Vpon thy wofull storm-beat withered face Sucke vigor from his nourishing feruent raies He yeelds thee life yeeld him immortall praise Sin as the Load-stone drew this Plague vpon thee And sins expulsion must expell it from thee Sin grounds the Cause Iudgment frames th' Effect T' asswage th' Efficient Sin thou must reiect Hadst thou not sin'd Heau'n had not cride Repent Where raignes no sin there needes no punishment Rig vp thy Barke split through with storms of woes Saile to the port where Pactolus ore-flowes Condenst from Tmolus mount in Lydia land Where golden grauell guilds the siluer sand Flourish in spite of interdicting Fate Reduce thine Honor to his auncient state Lachesis now who earst so swiftly spun May sit and rest her tedious taske is done For mightie Ioue th' Olympian king foreshowes The calculation of thy by-past woes To lie inundate midst pure founts of Loue Distilling from th' Ambrosian Springs aboue As flame-hair'd Phoebus melteth by degrees Drop after drop the weeping Ysicles And so traduc'd to Dissolution Are by the thirstie Earth absorb'd each one So as he manag'd Iudgement with Increase Doth mitigate it with a sweet Surcease Now bath amidst Macenas siluer streames To Europes eyes extend thy golden beames And as the Satyres skipping through each street Of auncient Rome with Orpheus musicke sweet Sounding Amphyons quickening simphonie Threatned the death of Marcus Antonie So let Euterpe on the aduerse part Plucke vp her sprite and euer-chearefull hart T'infuse thy streets with heau'nly iocond mirth And sacred solace for thy prosperous Birth Thy Ephori put on their scarlet Die To intertaine his royall Maiestie Who long'd to view thy face from him exil'd Euen as a father doth his long-lost child Produce thine Ornaments and ensignes faire Let shril-toung'd Trumpets penetrate the aire Let bels concord in Musickes simphonie Let Anes dimme the Meteors of the skie Iouissance diuine reeccho in each place Each creature cry God saue king IAMES his grace Eccho the tatling Daughter of the hill Shall iterate that Speech thrice-doubled still For Phoebus tunes a sweet celestiall note Whereat Time skips with Ioy in golden cote When worthie Pompey Lord of Africa Was chosen Chiefe to scoure the surging sea Of Pyrates brauing with ore-swaying might So high his Fame soar'd in the Romaines sight That all applauded him with shoutes and cries So pierc't the thin vast aire beneath the skies That certaine fowles amaz'd fell flat to ground Hearing such clam'rous noise and thundring sound So let the Steele of pure Affection Strike fire of Zeale and true Subiection Vpon thy Vulgars hearts inflam'd with loue Of due Alleigiance sparkling from aboue That so they may conforme their Loyaltie Consonant to Caesars Solidurij Who when they were enrol'd in martiall pay If chanc'd by brunt of fight to lose the day For griefe would kill themselues with their own hands So neare succincted with Affections bands Then shall thy wals inclose him plausibly As to his Throne he entred peaceably Thy Muses flow with Archimedes Skill That they thy streets with Rarities may fill For when young Cato that braue Romaine Peere With his wel-manned ships approched neare The Syracusan walles strong fortifide By Archimedes caution were descride They full resolu'd to raze them flat to ground By him such warlike Engines rare were found Which from the Tower thereof his Art downe sent Who turn'd their strong-built Barkes circumferent With bottomes vpward drawne from out the fount And cast