of the Treasure And great Recorder of this world of dust The Vnderstanding giues true Iustice measure To Good to Bad to Iust and to Vniust Inuention and Remembrance waite the leasure Of Memorie and Understanding must Haue Wisdom for hir fellow and hir guide Else Prince and Peeres and Commons stray aside 40 Truth and false Lying on the Tongue attends The one instructs hir plainly in the Truth The others proper and improper ends Doth teach to lye and vouch it with an oath The Tongue loues one of these yet both contends But she wants entertainment for them both At last she takes in Lying for hir Page And bids Truth walke a beggers Pilgrimage 41 When Wisdom must giue Follie cap and knee When hare-braind Will o're Wit doth rule raigne When Lying shall make Truth regardles be When Loue is paide with hatred and disdaine When Sense and Appetite do all agree To serue a false rebellious heart and braine When they haue Reasons Court thus vnderminde It is a signe that Vnderstanding's blinde 42 Then is the place where Vertue had abode Made a fowle Rendeuouz for filthy Vice The Temple of the holy Spirit of God Esteemes his blessed presence of no price Man spurns against his iust reuenging Rod Worse then the Iewes that for his Coat cast Dice Men falne into a reprobated Sence Dread not their Makers great Omnipotence 43 Then what art thou poluted earthly clod Thou span thou froth thou bubble and thou smoke Worse then the dust that vnder-foot is trod Dar'st thou thy Makers furie to prouoke Why wilt thou wilfull thy perdition plod And with damnation thy saluation choke Christ bought thy Soule and lent it thee to vse it T is none of thine and therefore not abuse it 44 Dar'st thou profane with thy vngodly breath His Name that did before the world elect thee Dar'st thou dare him his Iustice sword t'vnsheath Dar'st thou prouoke his mercy to reiect thee Dar'st thou run headlong to perpetuall death Whereas eternall torments shall correct thee And dar'st thou wretched worme of earthly race Belch blasphemie against thy Makers Grace 45 He thou offendest is the King of Kings Heau'n Earth and Hell do tremble at his frowne Bright Angells and Archangells alwaies sings Before the seat of his immortall Crowne His foes to fell confusion downe he slings He giues his seruants Honor and Renowne His power 's not circumscribed here or there But All in All is All and euery where 46 Can nothing moue thy flinty heart to Ruthe That of thy selfe thou some remorse wouldst take And not to spend thy beauty strength and youth To serue the Sou'raigne of the Stigian Lake Say not to morrow thou wilt seeke the truth And when sin leaues thee thou wilt sin forsake When thou no more through weaknes canst offeÌ„d Then lame old rotten thou wilt God attend 47 When hoary haire and blood all frozen chill When eyes waxe dim and limbs are weake lame And that no more thy rash rebellious will Cannot performe vile deeds of sinne and shame When thou hast lost thy strength to do more ill Then vnto Heau'n thy minde thou ' ginst to frame Thy youth in Sathans seruice being spent In age thou thinkst on God and dost repent 48 Suppose a man that 's much ingag'd to thee Hath a good Horse which thou dost much desire Thou offrest for him thrice his worth to be The Master of this Beast thou dost require But this ingratefull wretch will not agree To giue to sell him thee or let thee hire But lets him all his youth be rid by those Who are thy spightfull and thy mortall foes 49 And when hee 's leane and old and lame and blinde Gall'd foundred filthy wanting no disease Botts Glaunders Spauin broken in his winde Not a tooth left to mumpe on beanes and pease Then this Companion most vnkindly kinde Will let thee haue this Palfraie if thou please If now past good thou scornest to receiue him Hee le flay his skin off and the dogs shal haue him 50 Betwixt thy God and thee such is the case When thou art young strong sound of winde and lim Thy soule and bodie shuns his heau'nly Grace Thou wilt not serue thy God nor waite on him But heedles headlong runn'st a hellish race Till age hath brought thee to the graues haâ—d brim Then being clog'd with sin diseasd and foule Thou offrest God thy body and thy soule 51 But dost thou thinke he is at thy Command Or that his mercy must attend thy leasure Or dost thou thinke thou canst in Iudgment stand And scape the Iustice of his high displeasure Or dost thou thinke that his Almighty hand Is shortned or that his supernall pleasure Regards not how the Sonnes of Men do liue Or that without Repentance hee 'le forgiue 52 Sly Sathans Rage is almost at an end And well he knowes his dominations stint He therefore now doth all his Engins bend To batter and confound our fleshly Fort He and his Ministers do all attend To draw vs to his damn'd infernall Court. For if he loose our soules at latest cast T will be too late when all his power is past 53 And therefore now he plots his diuellish drifts To separate vs from our God so louing In making vs vnthankfull for his gifts And by our heynous sins his Anger mouing Whilst wings of Faith our prayers vpwards lifts To praise our Maker as is best behouing Then Sathan kills our Zeale and vnawares We are intangled in vile worldly snares 54 God made enough all men to satisfie Yet not enough to giue one Man content For he that had the worlds whole soueraigntie Would couet for a further continent Ambitious thirst of fading Dignitie As though they were for euer permanent Doth banish Loue and euery heau'nly Motion Blinds all our Zeale and murders our Deuotion 55 T is truly writ in many a thousand storie And thousand thousand sheets of blotted paper Declares how terrene things are transitorie Incertaine certaine wasting like a Taper How froathy painted Pompe and gaudie Glory When least we thinke doth vanish like a vaper Experience teacheth this and truth bewraies it And various humane accidents displaies it 56 To day great Diues in a purple coate With Epicurian Apetite doth feed His cups with wine do ouerflow and floate His baggs with quoyne his heart from feare is freed And on the world and wealth doth only dote As if his death his life should not succeed He loues himselfe himselfe loues him agen And liu's a hated wretch of God and Men. 57 Nor stone or dropsie or the groaning Gowt Can make him with his Wealth to liue in hate He maugre paine takes pleasure to finde out New Proiects to increase his too great state To marry muck to muck he casts about And neuer dreames of his expiring date Vntill he heare the fatall bell to towle And Hell stand gaping to deuoure his Soule 58 I'haue heard of an extortionizing Curr That hath
Gallant mounted all in gold Like Alexander on Bucephalus The ground in his conceit too base to hold Him whom the smiles of fortune fauours thus But in his height of heat how soone hee 's cold By death snatch'd from his pompe himselfe and vs. His Name and Noble-Mushrom-fame forgot And all things but his shame must lye and rot 78 The beauteous Lady that appeares a Saint Of Angells forme and Heau'n admired hue That can by Art defectiue Nature paint And make false colours to the eye seeme true Yet Death at last hir brau'ry doth attaint And spight hir Art she must pay Natures due The rarest features and the fairest formes Must dye and rot and be consum'd with wormes 79 Wealth Beauty as they are abusde or vsde They make the owners either curst or blest As Good or Ill is in the minde infusde They adde a ioyfull rest or woes vnrest To vse them well th' are blest but if abusde Thy God doth thee and them loath and detest And turns his blessings which shold most coÌ„teÌ„t thee To dreadfull cursings which shal still torment thee 80 Seek then Heau'ns kingdom things that are right And all things else shall be vpon thee cast Thy daies of Ioy shall neuer turne to night Thy blessed state shall euerlasting last Liue still as euer in thy Makers sight And let Repentance purge thy vices past Remember thou must drink of deaths sharp cup And of thy Stuardship account giue vp 81 Had'st thou the beautie of faire Absolon Or did thy strength the strength of Sampson passe Or could thy wisdom match wise Salomon Or might thy riches Cressus wealth surpasse Or were thy pompe beyond great Babylon The proudest Monarchie that euer was Yet Beauty Wisdom Riches Strength and State Age Death and Time will spoile and ruinate 82 Make of the World no more then as it is A vale of Cares of miseries and woes Thinke of it as the sinke of all amisse That blinds our Sences with deceiuing showes Account it as a den of balefull blisse The which vnthought of all estates o'rethrowes How Sathan in it beares a Lordly sway And how none but his subiects it obay 83 And whilst thou runn'st this transitorie race Vse well the blessings God to thee hath sent Do Good with them whilst thou hast time and space And know they are but things vnto thee lent Know that thou must appeare before Gods face To answer if they well or ill be spent If thou hast spent them well then heau'n is thine If ill th' art damn'd to hell by doome diuine 84 But ten times happy shall that Steward be Which at the last the Lord shall faithfull finde Heart tongue or eyes cannot thinke speake or see The glory that to him shall be assinde He shall out-passe the Angells in degree He shall out-shine all Starrs that euer shinde He shall for euer and for euer sing Eternall praises to his God and King 85 Vnto which God the Father first and last Whose goodnes all conseru's preseru's and feeds To God the Sonne whose merits downe hâ—ath cast Sinne death and hell due vnto Sinners meeds To thee ô Holy Ghost that euer vvast The blessing that from Sire and Sonne proceeds And to the vn-deuided Three in One All Power and Praise and Glory be alone FINIS THE SEVERALL Sieges Assaults Sackings and finall Destruction of the famous ancient and memorable Citie of IERVSALEM Deuided into two parts By IOHN TAYLOR LONDON Printed by Edward Griffin for Nathaniel Butter and are to be sold at his shop at S. Austins gate at the signe of the Pyde Bull. 1616. TO THE TRVLY worthy and right Worshipful IOHN MORAY Esquire one of the Gentlemen of his Maiesties Royall Bed-chamber Earths Honors and Heauens happines THis Booke Good Sir the issue of my braine Though far vnworthy of your worthy view Yet I in dutie offer it to you In hope you Gently it will entertaine And though the Method and the Phrase be plaine Not Artlike writ as to the stile is due Yet is it voide of any thing vntrue And truth I know your fauour shall obtaine The many fauours I from you haue had Hath forc'd me thus to shew my thankfull minde And of all faults I know no vice so bad And hatefull as ingratefully inclinde A thankfull Heart is all a poore mans pelfe Which with this Booke I giue your Worthy Selfe Your Worships euer most obliged IOHN TAYLOR The seuerall Sieges Assaults Sackings and finall destruction of the famous ancient and memorable Citie of IERVSALEM THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of Heau'ns iust mercifull almighty KING By whose fore knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made all protected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice flame Who was is shall be one and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for himselfe made Man Made not begotten or of humane birth No Sire but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne're knew Childhood or the sucking teate But at the first was made a man compleat Whose inward Soule in God-like forme did shine As Image of the Maiestie diuine Whose supernaturall wisdom beyond Nature Did name each sensible and senceles creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung euery Kinred Kingdom Tribe and Nation All people then one Language spake alone Interpreters the world then needed none There liued then no learned deep Grammarians There were no Turks no Scithians no Tartarians Then all was one and one was only all The language of the vniuersall Ball. Then if a Traueller had gone as farre As from the Artick to th' Antartick starre If he from Borcas vnto Auster went Or from the Orient to th' Occident Which way soeuer he did turne or winde He had bin sure his Countrey-man to finde One hundred thirty winters since the Flood The Earth one only Language vnderstood Vntill the sonne of Cush the sonne of Cham A proud cloud-scaling Tower began to frame Trusting that if the world againe were drown'd He in his loftie building might rest sound All future Floods he purposd to preuent Aspiring to Heau'ns glorious Battlement But high Iehouah with a puff was able To make ambitious Babell but a bable For what is man that he should dare resist The great Almighties power who in his fist Doth gripe Eternitie and when he please Can make and vnmake Heau'n and Earth Seas For in their expectation of conclusion He plag'd them all with sundry Tongues confusion Such Gibrish Gible Gable all did iangle Some laugh some fret all prate all diffring wrangle One calls in Hebrew to his working Mate And he in Welch Glough whee Comrage doth prate Another gapes in English or in Scotch And they are answer'd in the French or Dutch Caldaicke Siriacke and Arabian Greeke Latin Tuscan and Armenian The Transiluanian and Hungarian The Persian and the rude Barbarian All these and diuers more then I can
bootes All vermine and the dung of Fowles and Beasts Were these poore wretches miserable feasts Things loathsom to be nam'd in time of plenty Amongst the staru'd distressed Iewes were dainty This famine ran beyond all Natures bounds All motherly affection it confounds No blood or birth with it compassion won It forc'd a Woman kill hir onely Son She rip'd him and dis-ioynted lim from lim She drest she boyld she broyld and rosted him She eat him she interr'd him in hir wombe She made his births place his vntimely tombe From hir by Nature did his life proceed On him vnnaturall she hir selfe did feed He was hir flesh hir sinewes bones and blood She eating him hirselfe hirselfe made food No woe hir miserie can equallize No griefe can match hir sad calamities The Soldiers smelt the meat and straight assemble Which when they saw with horror made theÌ„ treÌ„ble Each one with staring haire and ghastly looke Affrighted and amaz'd the house forsooke This horride action quickly ouercame These men whom force of man could neuer tame Thou that dost liue like to a fatted Brawne And cramst thy guts as long as thou canst yawne Thou that dost eat and drinke away thy time Accounting Gluttonie a God no Crime Thou must haue Fowle as high as heau'n that pearc'd And hast the bowels of the Ocean search'd And from all places neere so far remore Hast dainties for thy all-deuouring throat Whose pamperd paunch ne're leaues to feed quaff Till it be made a Hogs trogh filld with draff Thinke on Ierusalem amidst thy Riot Perhaps t will moue thee to a temp'rate diet And you braue Dames adorn'd with Iems Iewels That must haue Cawdles Cullisses and Grewells Conserâ—'s and Marchpanes made in sundry shapes As Castles Towers Horses Beares and Apes You whom no Cherries like your lickrish tooth But they must be a Pound a pound forsooth Thinke on Ierusalem amidst your glory And then you 'le be lesse dainty and more sorry What there auaild their bewty strength or riches Three things which all the spacious world bewitches Authoritie and Honor help'd them not Wrong trod downe Right and Iustice was forgot Their greatest chiefest only earthly good Was t was no matter how they got it Food One little peece of bread they reckond more Then erst they did of bags of Gold before One scrap which full fed crops away do fling With them had bin a ransom for a King The loathsom garbadge which our Dogs refuse Had been a dish of state amongst the Iewes Whilst Famine playd the Tyrant thus within The Romane Army striu'd the walls to win Their Enginers their Pioners and all Did mine and batter and assault the wall Ierusalem had three strong walls of stone And long t was ere the Romans could get one The dearth and death of sword and famine spread The streets that liuing trod vpon the dead And many great mens houses full were filld With carkases which the seditious killd That with the stench of bodies putrifyde A number numberles of people dyde And buriall to the dead they yeelded not But where they fell they let them stinke and rot That plague and sword and famine all three stroue Which shold most bodies from their soules remoue Vnsensible of one anothers woes The soldiers then the liueles Corpses throwes By hundreds and by thousands o're the walls Which when the Romans saw their dismall falls They told to Titus which when he perceiu'd He wept and vp t'ward heau'n his hands he heau'd And calld on GOD to witnes with him this These slaughters were no thought or fault of his Those wretches that could scape from out the Citie Amongst their foes found both reliefe and pittie If the seditious any catcht that fled Without remorse they straightway stroke him dead Another miserie I must vnfold A many Iewes had swallow'd store of gold Which they supposd should help them in their need But from this Treasure did their bane proceed For being by their en'myes fed and cherisht The Gold was cause that many of them perisht Amongst them all one poore vnhappy Creature Went priuately to do the needs of Nature And in his Ordure for the Gold did looke Where being by the stragling soldiers tooke They ript him vp and searcht his maw to finde What Gold or Treasure there remain'd behinde In this sort whilst the soldiers gap'd for gaine Was many a man and woman ript and slaine In some they found Gold and in many none For had they Gold or not Gold all was one They were imbowelld by the barb'rous foe And search'd if they had any gold or no. But now my storie briefly to conclude Vespasians forces had the walls subdude And his triumphant Banner was displaide Amidst the streets which made the Iewes dismaid Who desp'rate to the Temple did retire Which with vngodly hands they set on fire Whilst Noble Titus with exceeding care Entreated them they would their Temple spare Oh saue that House quoth he ô quench oh slake And I will spare you for that Houses sake Oh let not after times report a storie That you haue burnt the worlds vnmatched glory For your owne sakes your Children your wiues If you do looke for pardon for your liues If you expect grace from Vespasians hand Then spare your Temple Titus doth command The Iewes with hearts hard offred mercy heard But neither mercy or themselues regard They burnd and in their madnes did confound King Salomons great Temple to the ground That Temple which did thirty Millions cost Was in a moment all consum'd and lost The blest Sanctum Sanctorum holiest place Blest oft with high Iehouahs sacred Grace Where at one offring as the Text saies plaine Were two and twentie thousand oxen slaine One hundred twenty thousand sheep beside At the same time for an oblation dide That house of GOD which raignes aboue the thuÌ„der Whose glorious fame made all the world to wonder Was burnt and ransackt spight of humane aide And leuell with the lowly ground was laid Which when Vespasian and yong Titus saw They cride kill kill vse speed and marshall Law The Roman soldiers then inspirde with rage Spard none slew all respect no sex or age The streets were drowned in a purple flood And slaughterd carcasses did swim in blood They slew whilst there were any left to slay The ablest men for slaues they bare away Iohn Simon and Eleazer wicked fiends As they deseru'd were brought to violent ends And from the time the Romanes did begin The siege vntill they did the Citie win Sedition sword fire famine all depriues Eleuen hundred thousand of their liues Besides one hundred thousand at the least Were tane and sold as each had been a beast And from the time it was at first erected Till by the Romanes it was last deiected It stood as it in histories appeares Twentie one hundred seuenty and nine yeares But yet ere GOD his vengance downe did throw What strange prodigious wonders did he show As warnings how they should destruction shun And cause them to repent for deeds misdon First in the Firmament Th' offended Lord Shewd them a Commet like a fiery sword The Temple and the Altar diuers nights Were all enuiron'd with bright burning lights And in the middest of the Temple there Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lambe did beare The Temples brazen gate no bolts restraine But of it selfe it open flew amaine Arm'd Men and Chariots in the Ayre assembled The pondrous Earth affrighted quak'd treÌ„bled A voyce cride in the Temple to this sense Let vs depart let vs depart from hence These supernat'rall accidents in sum Foretold some fearefull Iudgment was to come But yet the Iewes accounted them as toyes Or scarcrow bugg-beares to fright wanton boyes Secure they reuelld in Ierusalem They thought these signes against their foes not theÌ„ But yet when warre and death had all perform'd When ruine spoyle and furious flames had storm'd Who then the desolated place had seen Would not haue knowne there had a Citie been Thus Iuda and Ierusalem all fell Thus was fulfilld what Christ did once foretell Sad desolation all their ioyes bereft And one stone on another was not left FINIS ERRATA In the 23 staffe of Vrania line 7 for adornd read ador'de In the 30 staffe lin 5. for Cretian read Cretan In the 39 staffe lin 1. for Memory read Memory's In the 40 staffe lin 2. for truth read troath In the 45 staffe lin 5. for slings read flings In the first part of Ierusalem pag. 6. lin 17. for shooke read strooke