All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted â—eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becomâ— Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspirâ— Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast â—ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
head Then those Twin Princes with their Train of Light â—egan their Kingdoms ouer Day and Night Then was the Aire the Earth and Sea repleat â—ith Birds and Beasts and Fishes small great With Plants and Trees Fruits each yeelding seed â—o propagate their Kinds that should succeed Then lastly Man thy Master-Piece of Art â—hou didst appoint to His Imperiall Part â—nobling Him with Sense and Reason's Light â—nd in his Soule grauing Thine Image right Gav'st Him Possession of this Earthly Throne â—nd gracious Promise of the Heau'nly one â—mmortall Soule thou daign'dst him to inspire â—qual almost to thine Owne Heau'nly-Quire And as Thy Spirit all other Spirits excels Angel or other that in Body dwels â—o doth His Body all else Bodies passe â—or comely Form and for maiestik Face All Creatures else lowe on the ground do pore â—nd groueling feed but as was toucht before â—an hath an Vpright and a stately Stature â—ith head aloft agreeing to his nature Which properly is to behold the Skyes To lift to Thee his heart his hand and Eyes And by his Soule 's discursiue power to peize Things past and present and of future daies For only Man can measure number waigh True False Good Euill knowe cast sound suruay Man only hath an in-reflecting Knowledge Of his owne Self from Natures only Colledge Knows his own fact his form his load his strength Knows that he liues knows he must dy at length And that a ruled sober life and sage Preserues his Health and may prolong his Age. Knowes how to finde ease in his owne Disease And if need be his Neighbour to appease And for him-self and others make of Flowres Fruits Hearbs Roots Vnguents of passing powres But none so powerfull when their Term is spent As can his Owne or others Death preuent For Our short Date Childe-age or Wilde-age ends And now but seldome to Old-age extends Yet What is Old-Age to ETERNITIE To Man expecting IMMORTALITIE What â—st to live some Three or Foure score Year Or Yet Ten more in Languor linger heer Of all our Time-Past vnderneath the Sun Nothing remaines saue Good or Euill done Hundreds of Yeers once past are less in Sum Then a few Daies or a few Houres to-come For to say Truth of Times three-pointed Powers Only the Present instant Points is ours W' haue of the Past but vaine Imagination Of that To-come but doubtfull Expectation But to th' Eternall are All Times alike Instant and present Dead as well as Quick Aye is To-day with Thee Lord in Thy Sight Both Past and Future are euen equal bright Thogh in Times Terms the Heav'ns reuolued be A Thousand Yeers are but One Day with Thee And shortest Moment of one only Day With Thee is as a Thousand Yeers for ay But Our set Daies to vs are long or short As them good Accidents or bad consort Sobrietie and Peace prolong our Life Which is abridg'd by Surfait and by Strife Excess or Cares now so cut-off our liues That of a thousand not a man arriues Neer to the Tythe of the admired Age Of those that liv'd in Nature's Pupillage Eight hundred Yeers 9. hundred som some more In Minde and Body full of Natures store To stock the Earth with Issue rational And learn the Course of Heau'ns Star-spangled Ball Which first of all Their long obseruance found Then by degrees they taught their Heirs the ground And We from Them so eas'd of endless pain Deriue that Art We could not else attain In Their long Age they learn'd Heav'ns ful Careers Not to be compast in our Span of Yeers Whence One of them might in his life know more Then in our Dayes successiuely a Score Of Their so long age who-so doubtfull is Let him but look in sacred Genesis Where Moses mentions diuers famous men So old and showes their Yeers as ours were then Th'All-drowning Flood-year did 12. Months contain And euery Month did his due Dayes retain Which made vp one Yeer of that Patriarch Who liv'd seav'n fifties hauing left the Arke And was Sixe hundred when he came aboord Teaching his Sons his wondrous Skill by word See see alas how our vnhappy Life Is now abridg'd and charg'd with Mis-chiefs rife Had we not pleasure in thy Works ô GOD Soon must we sink vnder the heauy Load Of Cares and Crosses in a thousand things Which this our wretched sad short Way-fare brings O! let vs therefore bend our best and most To magnifie Thee Lord in All thine Host And so contempling all thy Goodnes giv'n With true Content begin in Earth our Heav'n Man knowing Thee knowes al that can be known And hauing Thee hath all that is his Owne To long for Thee is endlesse Ioy internall Dispos'd to Thee to Die is Life Eternall Not knowing Thee to liue is daily Dying To rest with-out Thee is continual Flying But all extreames of Torments passing measure In Thee and for Thee are exceeding Pleasure Yet no man ought to offer wilfull Force To his owne Self nor his owne Soule diuorce But patiently attend Thy cheerfull Cal Then to Thy hands gladly surrender all Nor may We ween our Soules as Beasts to Die And with our Bodies Vanish vtterlie Death 's but a Passage from a Life of Pains Vnto a Life where death-less Ioy remains W'haue after Death another Life to see As after Storms a calm quiet Lee As after Sicknes Health as after Durance Sweet Libertie with Safetie and Assurance Two Contraries oppos'd in their Extream Haue This vnfailing Propertie in them That th'One's Privation is the others Ens So Death concluding doth our Life commence For on each-other Contraries depend Chain'd as it were vnto each others End Day after Night Attonement after Strife And after mortall Death immortall Life Our Soule 's immortall then we must infer it Hauing beginning of th' Immortall Spirit And they are brute as Beasts that doo contend That with our Bodies Soules for euer end If there be GOD immortall All-scient All-mighty iust benign benevolent Where were his Wisdom Goodnes Iustice Power If Vice He damn not nor giue Vertue Dower Heere for the most the Godly suffer still Th'Vngodly heere haue most the Winde at Will Shall they not one-day change their Difference And one-day look for Diuerse Recompence Heer Proud Rich Mighty Meek Poor Weak oppress â—ions kill Lambes Fox strips the Fatherless â— is there not another Life imperible â—weet to the Guiltless to the Guilty Terrible Who for Thy sake their Lyues haue sacrifiz'd â—â— all the Torments Tyrants haue deuiz'd O! how vnhappy were They were there not â—rownes kept with Thee for their Eternal Lot Then were We Beasts or worse then Beasts indeed â—or He were best that could the worst exceed â—hen Let vs eat drinke dally might We say â—f after This there were no Shot to pay But leauing now that Song of Sensuality â—elieue we firm our blessed Immortality â—lessed for Those that in Perseuerance â—o Thee alone Lord their whole Hopes aduance Blessed for
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
â—n giuing Leaues for Fruits to Circes Sisters Their brightest Torches are but funerall Brands â—nd in the Court All is not Gold that glisters 83 Thou wold'st in Death reuenge thy wroÌ„ged Worth â—ake known thy Loue haue shown thy braue Ambition â—hy fram'st thou not thy Death vnto thy Birth Which brought thee naked forth void of Passion 84 Fain wold'st thou see thy Learning's fruit perhaps â—â—…pe yer Thou rot that 's but a vain Desire â—â—rt now-adayes may starue while Ignorance â—â—th Shades for Summer for Winter Fire 85 All day thou trudgest thorough thick thin â—â—r that dull Bulk which doth thee daily braue â—â—inice wreaths Ropes which aye his Ass windes-in â—â—e Soule that serues the Body is a Slaue 86 As many steps in Death as Life we tread Esteem for Deaths all Daies since thou hadst breath To come's not Thine Present is instant fled And Time in time is ouer-come by Death 87 When Man 's imbarkt on th' Vniuersal Deck Hee neither can swiften his Course nor slack it Tide Winde and Weather are not at his Beck And To put back hath many often wracked 88 Some somtimes grieue for one that gladly dies Socrates ioyes sith wrong he suffereth Xantippa melts in Tears He laughs She cries Diuersly iudging of these Darts of Death 89 To runne vnto this Death is Desperate rage Wise Patience onely waits it euery-where Who scorns it showes a Resolution sage For Cowards flie it the Idiots feare 90 When the last Sand of our last Glass goes out Without recoiling we must step our last As without grudge or noise dislodge the Stout And when they must goe stay not to be chac't 91 The Pilgrim longs to haue his Iourney done The Mariner would fain be off the Seas The Work-man ioyes to end his Work begun â—nd yet Man mournes to finish his Disease 92 For a short time Thy Sun is ouer-cast â—ut Thou shalt once re-see't more bright than euer â—nd that same Day which heer thou think'st thy last â— a New-birth Day to be ended neuer 93 What Wrong doth Death I pree-thee Worldling say â—hen losing vnder hope of happier matches â—utting thy Life he takes thy Card away â—nd when to saue thy Life thy Light he snatches 94 Fear'st thou Faint-hart that narrow Plank to pass â—hich GOD Himself hath gone which all Men must â—at like a Childe held by the sleeue alas â—th Eye still glancing on the brim thou go'st 95 Beyond it thou shalt see those pleasant Plains â—ose boundless Beauty all Discourse transcendeth â—ere Kings Subiects soules haue fellow Raigns â—blessed Thrones whose Glory neuer endeth 96 What shalt thou see more for more liuing Heer This Heauen this Sun thou oft before hast seen And shouldst thou liue another Plato's Yeer This World would be the same that it hath been 97 Death's end of Ills and only Sanctuarie Of him that cannot scape the Grudge the Gall Of a seuere Iudge and proud Aduersarie It is a Point which Heav'n appoints to All. 98 At that Diuorce sigh Bodies Soules do solace Th'Exile exulteth at his Home-Retreat This Bodie 's but the Inne t is not the Palace Th' immortall Soule hath an immortall Seat 99 Death 's as the Dawning of that happy Day VVhere without Setting shines the eternall Sun VVhere-in who walk can neuer neuer stray Nor Feare they Night who to the Day-ward run 100 There 's Rest eternall for thy Labours rife There 's for thy Bondage bound-less Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there 's Eternity FINIS MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY PIERE MATHIEV The second Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable ROBERT Earle of Essex By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honorable ROBERT DEVREVX Earle of Essex Ew c. Your double Title to My single heart Both by your Purchase and your Parents Right Claims both a better and a greater Part Of gratefull Seruice than This slender Mite â—â—t sith to profit more than please I write More Sighes than Songs lesse vs'd to Smiles than Smart Disdain not These Restrainers of Delight Though bitter fitter than the Soothing Art 〈◊〉 keep the Minde and Bodie both in Health To coole the Fits of Lust Ambition Pride Surfaits of Ease Youth Liberty and Wealth â—â—d cure All Sickness of the Soule beside Whence Euer free and full of Euery Good From GOD and Men be ESSEX Noble Bud. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 THat height of Kings Crowns Ho nor Worthies WoÌ„der Is now but wind dust shade He whose Approch â—…pall'd the Prowdest Whom All trembled vnder â—…ursed base hand butcherd in his Coach 2 All Triumph yesterday to-day all Terror â—…y the faire Morning ouer-cast yet Euen â—…y one short Hour saw liue and dead Wars Mirror â—…uing Death's speed-stroak vndiscerued giuen 3 â—n all This World All 's fickle nought is Firm â—…s a Sea sanz Safety Calm or Port â—â—…es Cities Empires haue but heer their Term â—â—at euer 's born must vnder Death resort 4 Time flits as Wind and as a Torrent swifteth â—asseth quick and Nought can stop it flying â—ho knowes what Ills it euery Moment drifteth â—…ms that To leaue to liue is To leaue dying 5 â—an in the Wombe knowes nothing of his State â—…wile of Nature for there had he Reason â—hould fore-know this Worlds too-wretched Fate 〈◊〉 rather would intom be him in that Prison 6 Our Birth begins our Beere our Death our Breaâ— On that Condition Heer aboord we come To be 's as not to be Birth is but Death Ther 's but a Sigh from Table to the Tombe 7 Life 's but a Flash a Fume a Froath a Fable A Puffe a Picture in the Water seeming A waking Dream Dreams Shadow Shadowes Taâ— Troubling the Brain with idle Vapors steeming 8 Life to the life The Chesse-boord lineats VVhere Pawnes and Kings haue equall Portion This leaps that limps this cheks that neks that maâ— Their Names are diuerse but their Wood is one 9 Death Exile Sorrow Fear Distraction Strife And all those Euils seen before suspected Are not the Pains but Tributes of this Life Whence Kings no more than Carters are protecteâ— 10 No Sacraments haue been no Sanctuarie From Death Nor Altars for Kings offering-vp Th'Hell hallowed Host poysons Imperiall Harrie Pope Victor dies drinking th' immortall Cup. 11 Thou ow'st thy Soule to Heav'n to pay that Debt â—ot compeld Christians are willing Payers 〈◊〉 yet thy Soule as a good Guest intreat â—om no good Hoste will tumble down the Stairs 12 â—is better fall then still to feare a Fall better die then to be still a-dying 〈◊〉 End of Pain ends the Complaint withall 〈◊〉 nothing grieues that comes but once flying 13 This Life 's a Web wouen fine for som som grosse â—e Hemp some Flax some longer shorter some â—d and Ill Haps are but the Threeds acrosse 〈◊〉 first or last Death cuts it from the Loom 14 These Names which
make some blubber some so braue â—mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition â—eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue â—er his Empire are in one Condition 15 â—or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they comeâ— Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at homâ— And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to opeâ— Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand â—ccount of All that he hath done said thought â—hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame â—nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action â—o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame â—e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom â—erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall â—erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome â—t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing â—he worst least doth to the Bottom diue â—ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring â—t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free froÌ„ Death's Process Knowledge none protectethâ— But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise â—bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise â—d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie â—esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God â—e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary â—e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band â—e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign â— Him behooues who will Mankind command â—t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much â—ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought â—ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 serâ— He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not thâ— But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes â—h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay â—hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms â—he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs â—kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look â—a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs â—ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 â—n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered â—ose Honors though no less haue shined bright â—at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead â— liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 â—f Men might freely take Essay of Court â—ne hauing tasted would return so neer â—e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter â—form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Claweâ— Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so â—askt in the Church in Court with open
alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain â—th as in Birth so in their Death alike â—th Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike â—th pass together in one self same Boate â—om th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote 〈◊〉 that in Life what-euer Ods there be Birth is None None in their Death we see Only the Good of what Degree soeuer â—e free from Death though they dye dye neuer â—ue to the Grief of Vertuous Soules their Frends â—hom to suruiue the Good it heer offends â—ean in Bodie which a Death they hold 〈◊〉 Toomb or Prison that doth Them with-hold â—om th' Happy Haven makes them less inclin'd â—o seek their GOD his strait Wayes to finde The Good are They who not alone not wring VVho not alone not wrong in any thing VVho not alone not hurt but from their heart Doe Good to Others and their Owne impart In liberal Almes vnto the Poor's Relief After their power as grieued with their Grief Such shall not dye but to liue euer Blessed Such shall not liue but to dye heer possessed Of Grace and Glory with th' ETERNAL GOD Author of Almes and euer-scourging Rod Of Such Gold-heaped Iron-hearted Wretches As to the Poor impart no part of Riches Nor lend nor Lodge nor clothe nor free nor feed Distressed CHRIST in His deer Saints that need Such shall not liue but to dye double martyr'd Such shall not dye but to liue euer tortur'd In Hell and Horror without End or Ease Now Worldlings chuse You which you will of These Fines THE â—ATAIL of YVRY OR THE BREAK-NECK of The Hellish-Holy League In That famous Victorie vvonne By HENRY the Great Written By Du BARTAS Translated Dedicated TO The Right Honorable RICHARD EARLE of DORSET By â—OSVAH SYLVESTER TO The Right Honorable Earle of Dorset â—S th'awefull Child that long hath truanted Dares not return vnto the Schoole alone â—or Shame Feare to be there discipled â—ith many Stripes for many Faults in One â—ares my Lord My long Omission â—f th' humble Thanks I ought haue tendered â—or kinde Endeuours You bestowd vpon My Right my Wrong to haue recouered â—d as in fine He brings his Mother forth To beg Forgiueness or his Fault to scuse â—o bring I beere My deer DUBARTAS Worth â—mediate for My too-faultie Muse Whom daign to pardon and in gentle Part Accept This last of His not least in Art Your Lordships most Obliged Iosuah Syluester Ad eundem Comitem Illustrissimum Nuper ex Gallijs reducem EPIGRAMMA Ex Lat. I. O. â—Yer's Change hath changed w ch but rare doth chance Your good to best in Science and in Sense â—er and better and Both from FRANCE Wel-come Great Earle few are so Well come Thence Eiusdem Clarissimi ANAGRAMMATA Clarus Divis Charus Richardus Sacvilus Is Clarus diu Charus Exoptat I. S. THE BATTAIL of YVRY O! What a Sun-shine gilds vs round-about O! What a Hymne of Triumph troule they out â—ll our Temples ô What cheerfull noyse â—â—at Bells What Bonfires ô What Publique-Ioyes 〈◊〉 Day is Ours and on the Leaguers head â—â—e angry Heav'ns haue their iust Vengeance shed â—â—e smooth my Brows You my throbing thoughts â—â—â—ong deeply sunk in Sorrowes sable Vaults â—â—…r-vp to Heav'n You Sisters Three-fold-Three â—â—…o of late Yeeres haue scarce vouchsafed Mee 〈◊〉 wet my lipps Now sweetly steep my Tongue â—our best Syrups poure vpon This Song â—…eaw of Gold a May of learned Flowres 〈◊〉 not mine Eyes blubberd with priuate Showres â—â—…sse publique Glee nor silent Me conceale â—â—ile Others sing These Tropheys of our Weale Ah! now begins my rapted Brain to boile â—h braue Invention Now 's the fittest while 〈◊〉 my Carreer Others may hold their tongue 〈◊〉 hardly can great Ioyes be hidden long But now How Where of What shall I begin This Gold-grownd Web to weaue to warp to spinâ— For heer I list not in these leaues my Lord The famous Facts of thy first Arms record So many and so numbery Armies scatterd So many Townes defenc't so many batterd By Thy young Valour Neither shall my Pen Re-purple Lisle nor with dead Grease agen Re-soile the Soile at Courtras neither dread Heere reaue again thy Ragefull Foes of Head Nor shall my Muse relate how that yer-while Abusings King 's and Churche's sacred stile All EVROPE nigh all sorts of Rights reneg'd Against the Truth and Thee vn-holy leagu'd While Thou a Prince nor hauing MeÌ„ nor Treasuâ— But poore in All saue rich in Hope past measure Resemblest right one of thy Hills in Foix Which stands all Storms firm'd by it selfs sad poize Boldly beholds the frowning Vpper-Stage Disdaining Winds deriding Weathers rage And with his brows cleauing the proudest Thundeâ— With knobbed knees still keeps it brauely vnder Nor may I now our Thoughts cleer Heav'n o'r-caâ— With Clowdy Theam of Miscries fore-past Nor cruelly begin againe to launce New-skinned wounds to the new griefe of France Sing Others Those Me shall suffice to sing That in few Months since Thou wert heer Our King Thy valiant hand hath more strong places won Then Both the Sides in thirty yeers haue don Though Swarms besieg'd in number did surmount Besieging Troops in so vn-equall count That oft there seemd of Foes more Troops almost Then single Souldiers in thy Royall Host Thou seemst a Lightning thy nimble Bands Follow thy will rather with wings then hands And impt with plumes of Honor-thirsting minds Are brauely born with Thy Good-fortunes winds Thou cam'st saw'st ouercam'st as swift well neer As these swift Words I haue digested heer Onely neer Arques for few dayes the Foe Thine Expeditions some-what doth fore-slowe But as a Torrent whose proud stream for stop Hath the thick height of some new Causwaies top The Bottome vndermines beats on the shore And still in vaine adds Forces more and more Till at the last aided with Showres and Snowes Fel foaming lowd his Prison ouer-throwes Tears Bridges down bears away Mounds Mills And hauing won the Valleys threats the Hills Swells as a Sea in his furious Pother Takes Land from some giueth more to other So thou re-Campst runn'st rushest ruinest Holds Houses Townes neuer â—oost thou rest Till rebel Paris pale for guiltie Feare Behold thy Face with too-iust Furie there In her vast Sub-vrbs Sub-vrbs flanked strong Sub-vrbs whose streets with Souldiers thickly throng Thou tak'st Estamps loosing scarce a man Thy martiall Troops ingrateful Vandosme wan Mans is assaild and taen Falaise Eureux Maine followes those after that Lizieux And Honfleur too stoop to thy Sacred Flowers And now began thy Sulphury Thunder-flowers To batter Dreux when as the Leaguers Chief Puft with some new Supplies fresh Relief From fatall Philip who right Foxie-Wise Wide yawning still after so rich a Prize Ambitious waits nor wishes nothing more Then that our Great each other enter-gore In Ciuill Rage that at the easier rate Himselfe may snatch the Price of Their debate Drawes neer thine Host Then Thou whose Fear was great
Troughs and publick Cesterns deep Both Citizens and Soldiers to suffice So that they would be moderate and wise So th' Officers divide in silver measures To all of all sorts of these liquid Treasures This welcome Liquor which might serve at first To keep their life a while not quench their Thirst Their Cesterns dry'd they seek in every sink Of every Gutter greedily they drink T' appease their Thirst awhile not please their taste With Drink whose stink was oft the Drinkers last O wretched Men O wondrous Misery Little or much drink or drink not they dy Plenty and Lack of Liquor in extreme Though Contraries concurt to murder them With-in whose Bodies warreth Thirst as fell As outwardly th' outrageous Infidell Street Lane nor Ally had this wofull City Where-in the Sisters Enemies to Pitie Invented not some new and vncouth guise To murder Hebrews and from firmest eyes In signe of Sorrow showers to extract Of pearly Tears of bitter brine compact Mid all Degrees if rested any-where But so much moisture as could make a Teare There an Old man complaineth that a Lad Hath new snatcht from him all the Drink he had But Thirst contracts his Throat his voice vains And ends at once his Life his Plaint and Pains A Soldier heer re-swils again and gladder Th'vnsavory Water which had swelld his bladder There th'woefull Mother on her Couching-Settle Her half-dead Childe reviveth with her Spettle â—eer the sad Lover sighes her latest breath â—ith the last Sighes of her deer Love in Death â—or cruell Thirst com'n from Cyrenian Strand Where ay Shee lives amid the burning Sand â—erpetual panting for continuall Drouth â—anging her Tongue a foot without her Mouth â—er Face all wrinkled both her Eyes deep sunk â—er Body leane and light her Bowels shrunk â—er Brest transparent and her Veins repleat With Brimstone all in steed of Blood 's moist Heat â—owes from her rotten Lungs a loathsome breath Through all the Town infusing Fumes of Death â—n th' Hebrews Artires causing every Porch Obscurely shine with some Funereall Torch So that the Heav'ns seeing so many Woes Could hold no longer but would faine with those Sad-weeping Hebrews Their sad Tears haue melld Save that their Tears the Lord of Hoasts with-held And I my Self that drown mine Eyes with Theirs Vnable though well to express those Tears Will with my Silence vaile their Countenance Following that Painters learned Ignorance Who well conceiving that his live-less Colours Could not to life express the deadly Dolours Of Agamemnon at his Daughters End Cover'd his sad Face with a sable Bend. Mean-while the few that of this Wrack remain Against their sad Chiefs murmur and complain The Lord say they in Iustice recompence Your wilfull Malice and Our Innocence The Lord look down vpon the wretched Teen Your wicked Counsails have heer plung'd vs in For had you yeelded to the Foes demand Yet he had entred on the Holy Land We happy we had never seen our Friends So hâ—p-less brought to so vntimely Ends. Alas What Comfort rests O wretched City Those that besiege thee round wold show thee Pity Thine Own are Cruel Foes wold fain preserve-thee Thy Frends destroy thee Those wold fain reserv thee Would saue thy Children thine own Children rather Run headlong all on wilfull Death together Lord well we know our wicked Deeds haue made Thee iust displeas'd to drawe the keenest Blade Of thy fierce-kindled ire which iustly sheads Thy deadliest Darts on our disloyal heads Yet Thou which dost not long thy Wrath retain Against thine Owne O turn to Vs again Lord change the purpose of our wilfull Lords Who ' gainst our Bosomes whet the Pagan Swords Or grant at least with thousand Arrowes thrill'd We rather may by Heathen hands be kill'd Then longer Langnor of this banefull Thirst To linger vs in living Death accurst Deer Brethren 't is our only Duty bindes Their Rulers said not our sinister mindes Of vndermining or of pyning Ours Thus to hold out against these Heathen Powers If You haue Pain We have our Portion too We are imbarkt in the same Ship with You On the same Deep we the same Danger run Our Cross is common and our Loss is one As common shall our comfort be when GOD Shall please to ease vs of th' Assyrians Rod As sure he will if Your Impatiency Stop not the Course of his kinde Clemency Then strive not with th'All-Perfect but depend On God alone Whose Actions all do tend To profit His Who in his Season ever Almighty can and will His Church deliver Sometimes the Archer lets his Bowe vnbent Hang idly by that when it is re-bent With boisterous Armes it may the farther cast His winged shafts and fix them far more fast So oft the Lord seems in his Bosome long To hold his hand and after as more strong To hammer Those whose impious Impudence Miss-spends the Treasure of his Patience Which at first sight gives all Impunity As think the Lewd to all Iniquity But at the last his heavie Vengeance payes Them home for all his Iustice long Delayes As th'Vsurer forbearing of his poore And needy Debtors makes his Debt the more What though th' high Thunderer in his Fury dread Strike not in th' instant this proud Vice-Roy dead â—an all th'Amasse of Waters which he pent â—bove and vnder th'ample Firmament â—editious so shake-off his Soueraigne Power â—s not to send the thirsty Earth a Shower â—o no though Heav'ns on every side so cleer â—oâ—d nothing lesse then Rain or moisture neer They with their Tears shall shortly soak the Plain 〈◊〉 on the Day when Saul began to raign â—or all the Heav'ns the Starres and Elements Must execute his high Commandements But still the Plebe with Thirst and Fury prest Thus roaring raving gainst their Chiefs contest O holy Nation shall we shall We die Their Elderships grave Sights to satisfie O! shall we die to please These foolish-wise â—ho make themselues rich by our Miseries And with our Bloods would purchase them a Name â—o live for ever in the Role of Fame No no Let 's rather break their servile bands Which hold vs in let 's take into our hands Our Cities Helm that freeing it from Sack We wisely so may free our Selves from Wrack As the Physician by the Patient Prest Who on his Bed vnruly will not rest Permits sometimes what Art prohibiteth Osias so importun'd promiseth To yeeld the Town if in five Dayes appear No certain Signe of divine Succour neer The People then their woeful past estate Their present paine and future Fears forgate Sith though it should not hap as most they thirst At least they should of Evils scape the worst But IVDITH who the while incessant Showres From her sad eyes in signe of Sorrow poures With mourneful voice now cals vpon the Lord Anon her sad Soule comforts in his Word Praiers were her Staires the highest Heav'ns to clime GOD's Word a Garden where in needful time She found her Simples in
braue a Gallant trickt and trimmed so In such a Time in such a Place of Woe Yer-while said Carmis in our Citie dwell'd Merari a man heere high in Honor held To whom for Seed GOD but this Daughter sent His House's Ioy This Citie 's Ornament Gain-greedy Fathers now-adayes turmoyle Bodies Soules Heap vpon Heap to pile But haue no care with the Mind 's Goods to grace Th'heires of their Goods which after melt apace Much like a Man that keepeth in his Chest His costly Garment folded faire and prest But lets his Body it was made to serue Naked the while in Wet Cold to starue But as the Farmer spares no pains nor cost In husbanding his Land but carefull most Now rids the stones anon rips-vp the Ridges Heer casts a Ditch there plants there plashes hedges And neuer is his hand or toole there-fro But chiefely careth there good Seed to sowe That when the Summer shal haue ryp't his Plains His Crop may pay him for his Cost and Pains Or as some Damsel hauing speciall Care Of some faire Flower which puts-out earely-rare Th' Incarnat Bud weeds waters euery-houre The fertile Plot that feeds her Gilli-flower That one-day blown it may some Sunday-morn Her Iilly Bosome or her head adorne So wise Merari did endeuour faire To form the Maners of his tender Heire That in his Age he thence again might gather Th' Honor and Comfort worthy such a Father â—or soone as euer stutting yet and weak â—er tender Tongue did but begin to speak â—ee taught her not as many Fathers doo â—oo-many now vain words and wanton too â—ut some good Prayer or GOD's Ten-fold Lawe â—hat with her Milk she might euen suck the Awe â—f the Almighty which not vain appeers â—or that the Damsel brought forth in few yeers â—uits worthy of such Seed whence did ensew â—hat this her Nurture to a Nature grew â— doth a Vessel long retain the Sent â—f the first Liquor we haue settled in 't â— doth a Bough bend euer when 't is big â—o the same side that it was bent a Twig So Bears Wolues Lyons our wildest Game Bred tame with vs with vs continue tame When as 12. times She 12. new Moons had past This vertuous Pattern all Perfection grac't For th'expert Pilot is not more precise To shun in Sayling all the Ieopardies Of Cyane Streight of hatefull Syrtes Sand Charybdu Gulfe and of Capharean Strand Then was wise IVDITH to avoid the Dames Neuer so little spotted in their Names Knowing that long conversing with the light Corrupts the sobrest or at least though right Right safe th' Honor be sav'd the Names not so From common Bruit though often false we know For haunting Good good are wee holden ay Bad with the Bad Like will to like vve say Shee euer modest neuer vs'd to stay Abroad till midnight at a Maske or Play Nor tript from Feast to Feast nor Street-webs span To see and to be seene of euery man But rather knowing that such fond desire To gaze and to be gaz'd-on Flax and Fire Valid light Dina and such gadding Dames A thousand more their Noble Houses Shames She wisely kept at home where Morn and Even Daily she calld vpon the God of Heav'n The rest of euery day in dutious course She seru'd her Nursers for a tender Nurse As wont the Storks kind and officious Brood For their old Parents to goe gather Food And on some high Firre far-off hauing flow'n Bring life to Those from whom they had their own If in the Day from Houswifes needful care She had perhaps an houre or two to spare She spent them reading of the Sacred Booke Where faithful Soules for spirituall Manna looke Sometimes on Cloth sh'embroidered cunningly Some Beast or Bird or Fish or Worm or Fly Sometime she wrought with silver needle fine On Canvas-web some History divine Heer Lot escap't from that dread Flame froÌ„ High Which burnt his Town with winged Feet doth fly To little Zoar while his Wife alack â—ncredulous and curious looking back GOD in the instant smighting for that Fault Transforms her Body to a Bulk of Salt Heer chaste Susanna slandred of dishonor â—eems led to Death People seem prest to stone her But Truth appearing soon they seem at once To turn on th'Elders all their storm of stones Heer loyall Ioseph rather leaues behinde His cloak then hart with his too Lady-kinde And rather chooseth by her false disgrace His Irons then her Armes him to imbrace Heer rash rough Iephthe in vnsacred slaughter Imbrews his own Blade in his onely Daughter By priuate and improuident Annoy Troubling the Publique the generall Ioy. Weary of Work on her sweet Lute she playes And sings withall some holy Psalm of Praise Not following such as by lasciuious Dances Lauish Expences light and wanton Glances Seek to be sought courted and lov'd of most But as the Fisherman that baits the Coast With poysonie Pastes may haue a greater draught And though lesse wholesome hath more Fishes caught Then those that only vse their Hook or Net So may these Gallants them more Lovers get Then modest Mayds But their immodest flame Fires none but Fools Frantikes or Voids of shame Vertue alone begins begets conceiues A perfect Loue which though it slowe receiues His Form Life nor is so soone a fire â—o neither doth it halfe so soon expire â—rawe kindles quickly is quickly past â—on heats but slowely it's heat doth last Now IVDITH'S fair Renown throgh Iuda rings â— euery Citie and great Suters brings From All-form Fashions from faire painted Faces â—â—om Powdred Tresses from forc't Apish Graces â—â—om Prince-fit Pompe from Peacocks strutting by With Bosoms naked to the Navel nigh â—o woo Her Vertue But Loues burning Dart â—ould neither harm nor warm her Icie hart â—â—r as hard Hammers harder Diamant â—e harder did resist Loues grace to grant â—â—uing resolued sole and single rather â—o spend her dayes with her deer-loued Father â—t at the last importun'd long and prest â— her deere Parents carefull of her Rest â—e tooke MANASSES one of Noble bloud â—â—h in the Mind 's Nature's Fortune's Good Their Mariage then was neither stoln nor packt â—or posted to preuent some Pre-contract â—o cheat some Heire some Auarice to choak â— couer Others or their own Sin cloak But duly past modest and reuerent With Either's Parents knowledge and consent Dina's Disasters to this day doe proue The sad successes of prepost'rous Loue Of priuie Choice close Matches and vnkend Which seldom bring Louers to happy end And that our Selues ought not our Selues bestow But Those froÌ„ whom our Birth Breeding grow This happy Match begun thus holily And holy carried did so firmly tie This chaste young Couple in so mutuall loue That both their bodies seems one soule to moue Th' one neuer wisht but what the other would Both by one Organ their one-minde vnfold And as a Hurt on the Right side we see Reacheth the Left euen so by sympathie
with Terror of his Teeth so mortallâ— His Shield-like Scales he chiefly glories in So close compact glew'd sealed that between No Aire can enter nor no Engin pierce Nor any Point disioyne them or disperse His Sneesings cause a Light as brightly burning His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps and flie Quick Sparks of Fire ascending swift and hie Out of his Nostrils Smoak as from a Pot Kettle or Caldron when it boileth hot His Breath doth kindle Coals when with the same He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame Strength dwelleth in his Neck so that he ioyes In saddest Storms and tryumphes of Annoies His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone His Heart 's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone To see Him rise and how he breakes withall The stoutest stoop and to their Prayers fall No Weapons of Defence or of Offence Can Him offend or from Him be Defence Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do neuer awe Darts daunt him not more then they Stubble were He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare Sharp ragged Stones Keen-pointed Sherds Shels He resteth on amid his muddy Cels. He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boile A Pot of Oyntment casting scummie Soile Where He hath past he leaues vpon the streams A shining Path and th' Ocean hoarie seemes In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen So Fear-lesse made so full of hautie Spleen Despising all High things Him-selfe beside He is the King of all the Sons of Pride IOB prostrate then Thus to the LORD profest Cap â— Drad GOD I know and I acknowledge prest That All Thou canst and All Thou kennest too Our Thoughts not hid Thine owne not hard to do â— am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly â—or I haue spoken what I vnderstood not Of wondrous things which comprehend I could not Yet LORD vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An Eare and Answer to my humble Speech Till now mine Eare had only heard of Thee But now mine Eye thy Gratious Selfe doth see Therefore My Selfe I loath as too-too-bad And heer repent in Dust and Ashes sad Now after This with IOB it came to passe The LORD did also speake to Eliphaz The Thaemanite and Thus to him said He â—y wrath is kindled with thy Friends and Thee For None of You haue spoken of My Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath Therefore go take you Rams and Bullocks faire Seav'n of a sort and to my IOB repaire Bring for your Selues your Burnt Oblations due And IOB my Seruant He shall pray for you For Him will I accept lest Iustly-strict After your Folly I reuenge inflict Because You haue not spoken of my Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath So Eliphaz the ancient Thaemanite Bildad the Shuhite the Naamathite Zophar together them prepar'd and went And did according GOD's Commandement Also the LORD accepted IOB and staid His Thral-full State when for his Friends he praid And turned it to Solace-full from sad And gaue him double all the Goods he had Then all his Brethern Sisters all and Kin And all that had of his acquaintance bin Came flocking to his House with him to feast To wail his Woes and comfort him their best For all the Euill which the LORD of late Had brought vpon his Person and his state â—d Each man gaue him as best beare they could â—eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time â—th more abundance then his flowry Prime â—r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock â—mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak â—e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest Iâ—mima Kezia the Next â—d Kâ—ren Happuch saith my sacred Text â—e Third he named Names of gooly Sense â—uding to some Gracefull Excellence â—e first as much as Lustre of the Morn â—ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn â—n all the Countrey were no Women found â—air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground â—ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage â—et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age â—ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons â—cessiueâ—y Four Generations â— then He dy'd Ancient and Full of Dayes GOD for Him and all his Saints be Praise for His Succour in These sacred Layes AMEN EPITAPHIVM IOBI. Qui Se qui Sêclum vicit qui saeua Suorum Funera Amicorum iurgia Pauperiem Vlcera qui carnis qui Coniugis impia verba Qui Coelum iratum mente tulit placida Inuictum virtute IOBVM Patientia Virgo Nunc vidua hoc Sponsum condidit in Tumulo Who SELF The World Satan triumphto're Who Wealth 's Health's Children's ruefull Losse Who Frends Rebuke Foes rage Wifes cursing Crosse Hevns Frowne Earth's forâ— Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY By PIERE MATHIEV The first Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of South-hampton By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of South-hampton c. SHall it be said I shame it should be thought When After-Ages shall record Thy Worth My sacred Muse hath left SOVTH-HAMPTON forth Of Her Record to Whom so Much shee ought â—…th from Thy Town where My Sarauia taught Her slender Pinions had their tender Birth And all the little all shee hath of worth Vnder Heav'ns Blessing onely Thence shee brought â—â—r lack therefore of fitter Argument And lother Now it longer to delay Heer while the Part of PHILIPS Page I play I consecrate This little Monument Of gratefull Homage to Thy noble Bounty And Thankeful loue to My deer Nurse Thy County Humbly deuoted Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 LEt whoso list thinke Death a dreadfull thing And hold The Graue in horror in hate â— think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her â—lind in that Law which made her good for Him â—oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature â—n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined â—nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares â—er Vizard off there is no more to drâ—â—d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised â—ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back â—s Angels are with wings locks deuised â—o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick â—midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed â—ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick â—r feare of Death is worse then Death indeed 6 Each fears this Death with an equall Dread The Young as from a hideous Monster hie-them Th' Old at her sight shrink down into
dreading his disdain De-Mayne with-drew â— all his Hopes so suddain dasht did rew 〈◊〉 at his past Bliss full of carefull toyle â—ing the Field new witnes of his Foile 〈◊〉 YVRY out of sight he Mante approches 〈◊〉 eaâ—y horse his weary rowell broches 〈◊〉 in â—â—k-winded crest-faln sweaty-swelted 〈◊〉 his grease in and without him melted â—â—g his cares hanging his head and neck â—pur he stirs no more then stock or stick O noble Duke ô wherefore flyest Thou What Panik Terror daunts thy Valour now Thy constant Face what paints with pale Affright Alas thou lack'st not Courage heer but Right The Cause confouÌ„ds thee CHARLS yet stay staâ— To HENRY's mercy humbly kisse his hand If red Reuenge for thy dead Brethrens chance Made thee take Arms what 's that alas to France What to This King whose heart hands are knoâ— From both their Bloods as cleer as are thine Own If 't were Ambition mought'st thou not expect From Him that knowes how Vertue to respect And can as King magnifikly aduance His faithfull Seruants the Friends of France More Honor Reward then from the rude Poore gyddie grosse ingratefull Multitude Of many Heads of more then many Mindes Leaking in euery Storm led with all Windes Who pay with Death or Exile at the best Their Dions Phocions Camills and the rest Whose Rule is Rage Who Ivie-like in time Decay the Tower whereby themselues did clime If it were Feare to finde His fauours gate Now barr'd too-fast for thee to enter at O! was there euer known more gracious King Forgetting Ill-turnes Good remembering Hee rather would by Benefits then Blowes Reduâ—e his Rebells When his Furie glowes 'T is but as Straw-fire while he strikes he sighes And for the most part from his Enemies Drawes not more blood then tender Tears withall From his own Eyes His Spirit 's void of Gall Peculiar Gift hereditary Grace The Heav'ns haue giuen vnto the Burbons Race And neuer did the all-discerning Sun Which daily once about the World doth run Behold a Prince religiously more loth To shake for ought his Honor-binding Oath Offer my Liege the Germain Empery Spayn's Diadem the Turks Grand-Signorie Yea make Him Monarch of the World by wile Hee 'll spurn all Sceptres yet his Faith he file But 't is saist Thou for the Faith Catholike Why who Commands in matters Politike Who in his Camp but such as more then Thou â—ith Tooth Naile Romes Vatican avow â—es not his Name for Refuge euery-where â—â—uring Priesthood from all Force and Feare No Athëisme Hee nor Superstition sents Hee 's a right Christian and religious Prince He firm belieues that GOD's reformed Awe He from his Cradle with his milk did drawe Yet is not partiall nor preiudicate And if the Church now neerly ruinate By our profane hands our strife-stirring Quills May euer looke for a Redresse of Ills If it may euer hope to re-procure A holy and a happy Peace to dure It shall be doubtless vnder such a Prince So free from Passions blinded Vehemence Back to the Battail Muse now cast about Ah! there they flie there all are in a Rout All 's full of Horror full of Ruth and Feare Full of Disorder and Confusion there There none obey there none at all command There euery Souldier makes apart his Band. The ample Plain is couerd all about With casks swords muskets pikes and the most stout To darkest Groues carry their Death 's conceaued In deepest Holes bury their Death 's receaued The Victor followes ouer-takes anon Feares not the way the Flyers feard t' haue gone The most he fears is least Some 's shift-full feare Other 's despaire finde out for safetie there â—om Flat som Foord som Bank som bridge som way â—o passe the Eure but pressed with Dismay â—ll breath-less panting in a desperate hast â—hem heere and there into the Riuer cast Th' immortall Nymph NAVONDA azure-ey'd Quâ—en of that Crystall and that Currents Guide â—r'd with their noise aboue the water pushes â—â—e dropping Head in Caule of weeping Rushes â— whence qd she whence coms this iron spawn Those Metall-men FroÌ„ what mount Gibel drawn â—hat Vulcan gaue What Myron lent I pray â—el life to stirr to Iron breath to neight â—eace Monsters hence Wars dreadfull work-manship â—ith bloody deaws your Mother-Earth be-dip â—d let vs gently without stop or staine 〈◊〉 meet our Tritons roule into the Maine Her voice doth vanish in so various noise â—s with his Own that with his Armors poize â—s instantly Som haue in sted of graues â—ught but their Steeds their Steeds no tombes but waues 〈◊〉 more dismaid for Skiff their targets take â—oars their arms their sail their plumes they make But greedy Whirle-pooles euer-wheeling round Suck in at once Oars Sailes Ships to ground Those that by chance scape to the other Shore ChaÌ„ging their place change not their case the more Dikes Bridges broken Citties Rampires cast Cannot secure their more then headlong Hast Did any Squadrons dare thy Conquest crosse They but increast Thine Honor their Losse Witnes the Band of Spanish-Belgian Foes Vnder three Ensignes marching strongly close Whom Thou the fifteenth chargest beatest down That mightie Bodie suddain ouerthrow'n Euen as a Galley in smooth Sea subdues The tallest Ship that in The Straights doth vse Or as a Iennet in his nimble Speed Oft ouerturns the strongest German Steed Thou heaw'st beat'st breakest down Thou conqueâ—â— Till dusky Night haue robd thee quight of Day And Death of Foes Th' Helvetian Bands alone Loth to disgrace their ancient Valor known Against the Victor their steele Staues addresse As most Couragious in the most distresse But soon the Lightning of thy Martiall eyes Their Diamantine hearts dissolues to Ice That Ice to Water That to Vapour vain And Those whom Death rather then Feare could strain â—hose those that neuer turnd their backs at all â—t to Warrs Phoenix Conquerer of Gaule Those King-correcting Tyrant-scourging Braues â—ast at thy feet their Bodies and their Staues Thou then as loth perpetually to brand People so loyall to the Lillies Land â—lming the rage of thy iust hearts disdain â—heir Colours to their Cornets giu'st again O! proudest Trophey which all Tropheys passes Browes whom Bayes eternall tress imbraces â—vincible ô more then Royall Brest â—ho of Thy Selfe Tryumph tryumphest â—o pleasest All vvith Victory thine Host â—y Foes with Grace Both with thy Glory most Earth's Ornament Thou Honor of our Times â— on the wings of mine Heroik Rimes â—â—ranâ— Exploit be brauely borne about â—y all our Commons commonly too-stout â—â—o bred in Braules in Broiles Insolence â—od as at gaze distracted in suspence â—â—pecting th' Issue of This dreadfull Fight â—â—ke their due profit apply it right May now the Nobles freely grant for true That the World's Empire to Thy Worth is due That now they haue Wise happy Prince for Head That by This Battaile Thou hast rendered To Them thâ—â— Rank reueng'd the King deceast Restor'd the State