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A59164	Seneca's answer to Lucilius his quære why good men suffer misfortunes seeing there is a divine providence? / written originally in Latine prose and now translated into English verse by E.S., Esq.; De providentia. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.	1648 (1648)	Wing S2508; ESTC R17489	14,005	40

of the Good The Workman cannot new his Matter cast That hath the Lawes of it's Creation past Some things will not be seperate nor leave Others but as if Individualls cleave Those heavy Soules who still in slumbers steepe Their drowsy Braines and seeme awake to sleepe Of dull and grosse Materialls framed are But to the making of a Man that 's rare An abler Fate 's requir'd he must not goe The plaine way but must travell high and low He must with tossing stormes acquainted be And guide his Vessell in a high-swol●c Sea Must shape his Course 'gainst Fortune to him shall Many a hard rough Accident befall Yet such as he himselfe with some small paine May bring to a soft smoothnesse and make plain● The best of Mettalls gold the Fire doth try The best and Valiant'st Men Adversity See but what Steeps Vertue climbs up and sure You 'l then confesse she cannot goe secure PART VI ARGUMENT No Ioyes the Bad can happy make Nought from the good their Ioyes can take Quest WHy yet does God by his Eternall Will Permit good Men to suffer any Ill Answ. Know he permits them not for by his Care All evills farre from them removed are Flagitious Crimes soule thoughts corrupt Desires Blind lust and Avarice that still aspires To be Possessor of another State● He them doth both defend and Vindicate Sure there is no Man at Gods hands exacts That he should beare their Budgets and their Packs Ev'n they themselves ●cquit God of that Care By whom all outward things contemned are Democr●us his Riches cast since they He thought were Clogs to a good Mind away W●nd'r●st th●u then if God t'a good man shall Permit that which himselfe desires might fall * Of Childr●n ●hey're depriv'd * Why not Since they Are mortall and must dye themselves one day * They are exil'd * Why not Since they sometime Forsake ne're more to see 't their Native Clime * They 're st●●n * Why not Since Wee have knowne that some Unto thei● Deaths by their ow● Hands h●ve come * Why suffer they Adversities * That so They might teach others them to undergoe They 're for Examples borne Thinke that you heare God say What Cause have you that you should e're Make your Complaints of me you who in Right And in Integritic have tooke delight Others with seeming Goods I 've but enrich'd And with a long and flattering D●eame bewitch'd Their v●iner Minds Gold Silver Iv'ry's seene T' adorne their outsides but no good within Those you count happy Men could but that side Which they conceale as that they show be spy'd Most miserable filthy sordid are And like their Walls onely on th' outside faire 'T is no sincere solid Felicitie But thinly crusted over to the Eye Whilst therefore they stand sure and as they lift Doc shew themselves th●y shine as through a Mist With larger Orbs but if ought come that may Disturbe their Quiets and them open lay Then will appeare how much of base impure Filch their false boasted splendor did obscure True reall Goods and such as shall abide I have on you bestow'd which the more try'd By you they shall be and be search'd more neare They better still and greater shall appeare Minds have I giv'n you Terrors to despise And loath what most affectionately prize Yours is no outward tinseld Braverie The goods which you adorne turn'd inward be So doth the World his outward Parts despise And with his inward Beauty please his eyes The happinesse which you 'bove all poss●sse Is not to stand in need of happinesse Ob. But many sad and dreadfull Accidents And oft intolerable Fate presents Ans. Since you from these could not exempted be I h've arm'd your mindes against adversitie Beare all things stoutly by w●ich meanes y●u may Walke before God in his appointed way Without the suff'rance of Miseries He is and yo● above their suff'ran●e rise Want an●●●w Poverty contemne and scorne There 's no man lives s●●●ore as he was borne Dolour and paine cont●mne 't will have an end 〈…〉 send Fortune despise whose Power I have confin'd She hath no weapon that can wound the minde Nay Death it selfe which ends or doth translate Your bad condition to a better state The few following Lines in the Close of the Originall being a Stoicall Exhortation to the Anticipation of Death are purposely omitted FINIS * K. James his Pattern of a Kings Inauguration * His Consolation to Marci● translated into Verse by Sr. R. F. * Object * Answ. Quest Answ. Quest Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Obj. * Answ. * Quest * Answ.

Turnes to beare All things taught Poures melted Snow from our a Golden Ewre That may A Fres●● to their Wine procure Those what they drinke shall vomit up at last And 'gainst their Wills their bitter Choller raste When he to no such surfetings inclin'd Shall take downe Poyson with a willing Mind Enough of Cat● whom all Men confesse ●o have attain'd the hight of Happinesse A Man whom Nature seem'd to choose by whom She might the Worst of Terrors overcome Of powerfull Men heavy 's the Enmitic Yet hee 'd to Pompey Caesar Crassus be Oppos'd 't is a sad thing to see Men goe 'Bove us in Honours in deserts below Yet can he see Vatinius preferr'd To be ingag'd in Civill warres is hard And grievous Yet o're the whole World for Right Stoutly though sure of Ill successe be'd fight To part with life seemes grievous to most Men Yet should he do 't By this what would I then That All might know these are not to b' esteem'd ●lls of which Catos selfe I worthy deem'd PART IV. ARGUMENT Vertue by being opprest is showne Those Wee thinke Miseries are None PRo●peritie and happy Fortune finds Out base Plebean and ungenerous Minds But 't is the Propertie of a Great Sou●e Crosses and humane Terrors to controule To liv● still happy and ●e're f●●le no Smart Is not to k●●w of life the other Part. Thou'●t a stout Man But how shall this be knowne It by some Chance thy Valour be not showne But thou wilt say thou went'st to play thy Prize And wert at the Olimpicke Exercise But none besides thy selfe The Garland gain'd Thou ●a● but not the Victory obtain'd Not as a strong Man thee I gratulate But as if one to the Pretorian State Or Consulship that is arriv'd at length Thou are increast in Honour not in strength The like to a good Man may be apply'd If by no Crosses no● Afflictions ●●y'd I count thee wretched that thou ●e're wer● so If ●e're in all thy life thou knew'st a Foe None thy Abilities can judge nor you Your selfe can tell what 't is your selfe can doe Man to the knowledge of himselfe must bring Experiment all Prooses Triall 's the Thing By which w●e learnt our Strength Some have ●in know● Of their owne selves t'have sought Affliction That so their Vertues without Exercise Obscuring might with renew'd splendour rise For in Adversitie Great Minds delight No lesse then Valiant Souldiers doe in Fight I'h've heard a Fencer in Great Caijus Raigne Thus of the scarcenesse of Rewards complaine ●● How faire an Age saith he is lost and gone Vertu 's with greedinesse to Pe●i ls prone Her Race not suff'rings 't is she minds since those Th' Accomplishments of Glory ar● she k●●●ves Wo●●ds are the Souldiers praise who take a Pr●de To shew their Armes in their owne Bloods bedy'd In some successefull Fight And though perchance That man as much might doe as farre advance Receiv'd no hurt yet Wee the Wounded prize And he it is on whom Wee fix Our Eyes God as it were studies the good of those To whom he some fit matter doth oppose To try their Valours on T' which we with paine And difficulty sometimes scarce attaine A Pilot is in stormes and Tempests showne A Generall is in a Battell knowne How shall I know thou canst beare Poverty When thou still flow'st with Riches Whence shall I Know with how constant and compos'd a state Thou canst brook slanders and the Peoples Hate If in the Generall Plaudit thou grow old If an affection not to be controul'd And popular opinion and good Will Inclin'd to favour thee attend thee still How shall I know with what an even minde Thou Childrens losse canst beare if none thou finde Of all thy Race impair'd I h've heard thee when Thou comfort'st others but would gladly then Have seen thee to thy selfe like comfort give Or heard thee then forbid thy selfe to grieve Be not possest with Terror of those things Which Gods apply as the Minds spurs not stings Misfortune's vertues Opportunity All men those wretched thinke deservedly Who languish on the bed of Happinesse Benum'd with the Torpedo of Excesse Whom dull Tranquility and stupid ease Detaine like Vessells in becalmed Seas What e're to such befalls will strange appeare Men unexperienc'd Crosses hardly beare With paine the Yoak the tender neck doth brook Pale at the thought of wounds raw Tyro's looke When the old Souldier with a dauntlesse eye Viewes his owne Wounds nor turnes his Head awry As one by whom that Maxime's understood He oft proves Victor who resists to bloud Those then whom God approves and loves he tries Chastens and hardens in Adversities Whilst others whom he seemes t' indulge and spare For future Miseries reserved are 〈◊〉 Thou err'st to thinke there 's an exemption Ev'n the long happy hath his Portion Who seemes dismiss'd is but deferr'd * You 'll say Why yet does God still on the best Men lay Sicknesse and Crosses * Why in Camps are put Most dangers still on the most resolute To beate up Quarters Scout or Enemies By nightly Ambuscadoes to surprize The choicest still are sent nor of those one Thinks himselfe lesse in the Opinion Of his Commander or by that debas'd But that his Merits are more highly grac'd So may those say who are those Ills design'd T' endure seem horrors to a timerous Minde Worthy the love of Heav'n we now are meant Which by our suff'rings would experiment How much t' is humane Nature can sustaine Fly from enerv'd Felicity and vaine Delight●s which as it were dissolve and steep Th' inebriated Minde in a long sleep Vnlesse by chance some intervening Fate A monitory give of h●mane state Whom still glasse Windowes skreen from cold and wind Whose feet still warm'd are kept whose roomes are lin'd With the stoves subtile circumfused Heate To such the aires least breath doth danger threat Though all extreames doe hurt there 's no excesse So dangerous as that of happinesse This soyles the understanding and with vaine Delusive Fancies does distract the Braine And 'fore our blinded eyes a mist doth send They cannot Truths from Falshoods apprehend Is it not then farre better to abide Perpetuall Crosses which to vertue guide Then to be broken with th' excessive weight Of a too great and a too happy state To leaue spare Bodies Death scarce seems a paine Tormenting Crudities the the Grosse sustaine Heav'n with good men observes the selfe same rule As Masters doe with Sthollers in the Schoole Who greater Paines and harder Taskes on those That are the hopefullest esteem'd impose Think'st thou the Spartans lesse their children love 'Cause they by publick stripes doe use to prove Their youthfull dispositions Parents there Their Sons exhort with courage blowes to beare Of lashing whips and though halfe dead with paine To persevere and wounds on wounds sustaine 〈◊〉 God then Generous spirits with severe Rough Trialls proves why should it strange appeare In all the Book of