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A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

daily have And some perhaps I carry to my grave Some times in fire sometimes in waters fall Strangely preserv'd yet mind it not at all At home abroad my danger 's manifold That wonder t is my glasse till now doth hold I 've done unto my elders I give way For 't is but little that a childe can say Youth MY goodly cloathing and my beauteous skin Declare some greater riches are within But what is best I 'le first present to view And then the worst in a more ugly hue For thus to do we on this Stage assemble Then let not him which hath most craft dissemble Mine education and my learning 's such As might my self and others profit much With nurture trained up in vertues Schools Of Science Arts and Tongues I know the rules The manners of the Court I likewise know Nor ignorant what they in Country do The brave attempts of valiant Knights I prize That dare climbe Battlements rear'd to the skies The snorting Horse the Trumpet Drum I like The glistring Sword and wel advanced Pike I cannot lye in trench before a Town Nor wait til good advice our hopes do crown I scorn the heavy Corsset Musket-proof I fly to catch the Bullet that 's aloof Though thus in field at home to all most kind So affable that I do suit each mind I can insinuate into the brest And by my mirth can raise the heart deprest● Sweet Mufick rapteth my harmonious Soul And elevates my thoughts above the Pole My wit my bounty and my courtesie Makes all to place their future hopes on me This is my best but youth is known alas To be as wilde as is the snuffing Asse As vain as froth as vanity can be That who would see vain man may look on me My gifts abus'd my education lost My woful Parents longing hopes all crost My wit evaporates in meriment My valour in some beastly quarrel 's spent Martial deeds I love not ' cause they 're vertuous But doing so might seem magnanimous My Lust doth hurry me to all that 's ill I know no Law nor reason but my wil Sometimes lay wait to take a wealthy purse Or stab the man in 's own defence that 's worse Sometimes I cheat unkind a female Heir Of all at once who not so wise as fair Trusteth my loving looks and glozing tongue Until her freinds treasure and honour 's gone Sometimes I sit carousing others health Until mine own be gone my wit and wealth From pipe to pot from pot to words and blows For he that loveth Wine wanteth no woes Dayes nights with Ruffins Roarers Fidlers spend To all obscenity my eares I bend All counsel hate which tends to make me wise And dearest freinds count for mine enemies If any care I take 't is to be fine For sure my suit more then my vertues shine If any time from company I spare 'T is spent in curling frisling up my hair Some young Adonis I do strive to be Sardana Pallas now survives in me Cards Dice and Oaths concomitant I love To Masques to Playes to Taverns stil I move And in a word if what I am you 'd heare Seek out a Brittish bruitish Cavaleer Such wretch such monster am I but yet more I want a heart all this for to deplore Thus thus alas I have mispent my time My youth my best my strength my bud and prime Remembring not the dreadful day of Doom Nor yet that heavy reckoning for to come Though dangers do attend me every houre And gastly death oft threats me with her power Sometimes by wounds in idle combates taken Sometimes by Agues all my body shaken Sometimes by Feavers all my moisture drinking My heart lyes frying and my eyes are sinking Sometimes the Cough Stitch painful Plurifie With sad affrights of death doth menace me Sometimes the loathsome Pox my face be-mars With ugly marks of his eternal scars Sometimes the Phrensie strangely madds my Brain That oft for it in Bealam I remain Too many's my Diseases to recite That wonder 't is I yet behold the light That yet my bed in darknesse is not made And I in black oblivions den long laid Of Marrow ful my bones of Milk my breasts Ceas'd by the gripes of Serjeant Death's Arrests Thus I have said and what i 've said you see Child-hood and youth is vaine yea vanity Middle Age. CHildehood and youth forgot sometimes I 've seen And now am grown more staid that have beengreen What they have done the same was done by me As was their praise or shame so mine must be Now age is more more good ye do expect But more my age the more is my defect But what 's of worth your eyes shal first behold And then a world of drosse among my gold When my Wilde Oates were sown and ripe mown I then receiv'd a harvest of mine owne My reason then bad judge how little hope Such empty seed should yeeld a better crop I then with both hands graspt the world together Thus out of one extreame into another But yet laid hold on vertue seemingly Who climbes without hold climbes dangerously Be my condition mean I then take paines My family to keep but not for gaines If rich I 'm urged then to gather more To bear me out i' th' world and feed the poor If a father then for children must provide But if none then for kindred near ally'd If Noble then mine honour to maintaine If not yet wealth Nobility can gain For time for place likewise for each relation I wanted not my ready allegation Yet all my powers for self-ends are not spent For hundreds blesse me for my bounty sent Whose loynes I 've cloth'd and bellies I have fed With mine owne fleece and with my houshold bread Yea justice I have done was I in place To chear the good and wicked to deface The proud I crush'd th' oppressed I set free The lyars curb'd but nourisht verity Was I a pastor I my flock did feed And gently lead the lambes as they had need A Captain I with skil I train'd my band And shew'd them how in face of foes to stand If a Souldier with speed I did obey As readily as could my Leader say Was I a laborer I wrought all day As chearfully as ere I took my pay Thus hath mine age in all sometimes done wel Sometimes mine age in all been worse then hell In meannesse greatnesse riches poverty Did toile did broile oppress'd did steal and lye Was I as poor as poverty could be Then basenesse was companion unto me Such scum as Hedges and High-wayes do yeeld As neither sow nor reape nor plant nor build If to Agricolture I was ordain'd Great labours sorrows crosses I sustain'd The early Cock did summon but in vaine My wakefull thoughts up to my painefull gaine For restlesse day and night I 'm rob'd of steep By can kered care who centinel doth keep My weary beast rest from his toile can find But if I rest

then with old Seleuchus makes Who his fair daughter Stratonica takes Antiochus Seleuchus dear lov'd son Is for this fresh young Lady-half undone Falls so extreamly sick all fear his life Yet dares not say he loves his fathers wife When his disease the skilfull Physician found He wittily his fathers mind did sound Who did no sooner understand the same But willingly resign'd the beauteous dame Cassander now must die his race is run And leaves the ill got kingdomes he had won Two sons he left born of King Philips daughter Who had an end put to their dayes by slaughter Which should succeed at variance they fell The mother would the youngest should excell The eld'st enrag'd did play the vipers part And with his Sword did pierce his mothers heart Rather then Philips child must longer live He whom she gave his life her death must give This by Lysimachus soon after slain Whose daughter unto wife he 'd newly ta'n The youngest by Demetrius kill'd in fight Who took away his now pretended right Thus Philips and Cassander's race is gone And so falls out to be extinct in one Yea though Cassander died in his bed His seed to be extirpt was destined For blood which was decreed that he should spill Yet must his children pay for fathers ill Jehu in killing Ahabs house did well Yet be aveng'd must th' blood of Jesreel Demetrius Cassanders kingdomes gains And now as King in Macedon he reigns Seleuchus Asia holds that grieves him sore Those 〈◊〉 untries large his father got before These to recover musters all his might And with his son in law will needs go fight There was he taken and imprisoned Within an Isle that was with pleasures fed Injoy'd what so beseem'd his Royalty Onely restrained of his liberty After three years he dyed left what he 'd won In Greece unto Antigonus his son For h s posterity unto this day Did n●'r regain one foot in Asia Now dyed the brave and noble Ptolomy Renown'd for bounty valour clemency Rich Aegypt left and what else he had won To Philadelphus his more worthy Son Of the old Heroes now but two remaine Seleuchus and Lysimachus those twaine Must needs goe try their fortune and their might And so Lysimachus was slaine in fight 'T was no small joy unto Seleuchus breast That now he had out-lived all the rest Possession he of Europe thinks to take And so himselfe the only Monarch make Whilst with these hopes in Greece he did remaine He was by Ptolomy Cerannus slaine The second Son of the first Ptolomy Who for rebellion unto him did sly Selencbus was as Father and a friend Yet by him had this most unworthy end Thus with these Kingly Captaines have we done A little now how the Succession run Antigonus Seleuchus and Cassander With Ptolomy reign'd after Alexander Cassanders Sons soone after 's death were slaine So three Successors only did remaine Antigonus his Kingdoms lost and 's life Unto Seleuchus author of that strife His Son Demetrius all Cassanders gaines And his posterity the same retaines Demetrius Son was call'd Awigonus And his againe also Demetrius I must let passe those many battels fought Between those Kings and noble Fyrrus stout And his son Alexander of Epire Whereby immortall honour they acquire Demetrius had Philip to his son He Perseus from him the kingdom 's won Emillius the Roman Generall Did take his rule his sons himself and all This of Antigonus his seed's the fate Whose kingdomes were subdu'd by th' Roman state Longer Seleuchus held the Royalty In Syria by his posterity Awiochus Soter his son was nam'd To whom Ancient Berosus To much fam'd His book of Assurs Monarchs dedicates Tells of their warres their names their riches fates But this is perished with many more Which we oft wish were extant as before Antiochus Theos was Soters son Who a long warre with Egypts King begun The affinities and warres Daniel set forth And calls them there the Kings of South and North This ●●cos he was murthered by his wife Seleuchus reign'd when he had lost his life A third Seleuchus next sit● on the seat And then Antiochus surnam'd the great Seleuchus next Anttiochus succeeds And then Epiphanes whole wicked deeds Horrid massacres murders cruelties Against the Jewes we read in Macchabees By him was set up the abomination I 'th' holy place which caused desolation Antiochus Eupator was the next By Rebells and imposters daily vext So many Princes still were murthered The Royall blood was quite extinguished That Tygranes the great Armenian King To take the government was called in Him Lucullus the Romane Generall Vanquish'd in fight and took those kingdomes all Of Greece and Syria thus the rule did end In Egypt now a little time we 'l spend First Ptolomy being dead his famous son Cal'd Philadelphus next sat on the throne The Library at Alexandria built With seven hundred thousand volumes fill'd The seventy two interpreters did seek They might translate the Bible into Greek His son was Evergetes the last Prince That valour shew'd vertue or excellence Philopater was Evergete's son After Epiphanes sat on the Throne Philometer then Evergetes again And next to him did false Lathurus reigne Alexander then Lathurus in 's stead Next Auletes who cut off Pompey's head To all these names we Ptolomy must adde For since the first that title still they had Fair Cleopatra next last of that race Whom Julius Caesar set in Royall place Her brother by him lost his trayterous head For Pompey's life then plac'd her in his stead She with her Paramour Mark Antony Held for a time the Egyptian Monarchy Till great Augustus had with him a fight At Actium slain his Navy put to flight Then poysonous Aspes she sets unto her Armes To take her life and quit her from all harmes For 't was not death nor danger she did dread But some disgrace in triumph to be led Here ends at last the Grecian Monarchy Which by the Romans had its destiny Thus Kings and Kingdoms have their times and dates Their standings over-turnings bounds and fates Now up now down now chief and then brought under The Heavens thus rule to fill the earth with wonder The Assyrian Monarchy long time did stand But yet the Persian got the upper hand The Grecian them did utterly subdue And Millions were subjected unto few The Grecian longer then the Persian stood Then came the Romane like a raging flood And with the torrent of his rapid course Their Crownes their Titles riches beares by force The first was likened to a head of gold Next armes and breast of silver to behold The third belly and thighs of brasse in sight And last was Iron which breaketh all with might The Stone out of the Mountaine then did rise And smote those feet those legs those arms and thighs Then gold silver brasse iron and all that store Became like chaffe upon the threshing floor The first a Lion second was a Beare The third a Leopard

the more distrest my mind If happinesse my sordidnesse hath found 'T was in the crop of my manured ground My fatted Oxe and my exuberous Cow My fleeced Ewe and ever farr owing Sow To greater things I never did aspire My dunghil thoughts or hopes could reach no higher If to be rich or great it was my fate How was I broyl'd with envy and with hate Greater then was the great'st was my desire And greater stil did set my heart on fire If honour was the point to which I steer'd To run my hull upon disgrace I fear'd But by ambitious sailes I was so carryed That over flats and sands and rocks I hurried Opprest and sunke and sact all in my way That did oppose me to my longed bay My thirst was higher then Nobility And oft long'd sore to taste on Royalty Whence poyson Pistols and dread instruments Have been curst furtherers of mine intents Nor Brothers Nephewes Sons nor Sires I 've spar'd When to a Monarchy my way they barr'd There set I rid my selfe straight out of hand Of such as might my son or his withstand Then heapt up gold and riches as the clay Which others scatter like the dew in May. Sometimes vaine-glory is the only bait Whereby my empty soule is lur'd and caught Be I of worth of learning or of parts I judge I should have room in all mens hearts And envy gnawes if any do surmount I hate for to be had in small account If Bias like I 'm stript unto my skin I glory in my wealth I have within Thus good and bad and what I am you see Now in a word what my diseases be The vexing Stone in bladder and in reines Torments me with intollerable paines The windy Cholick oft my bowels rend To break the darksome prison where it 's pend The knotty Gout doth sadly torture me And the restraining lame Sciatica The Quinsie and the Feavours oft distaste me And the Consumption to the bones doth wast me Subject to all Diseases that 's the truth Though some more incident to age or youth And to conclude I may not tedious be Man at his best estate is vanity Old Age. WHat you have been ev'n such have I before And all you say say I and something more Babes innocence Youths wildnes I have seen And in perplexed Middle-age have bin Sicknesse dangers and anxieties have past And on this Stage am come to act my last I have bin young and strong and wise as you But now Bis pueri senes is too true In every Age i 've found much vanitie An end of all perfection now I see It 's not my valour honour nor my gold My ruin'd house now falling can uphold It 's not my Learning Rhetorick wit so large Now hath the power Deaths Warfare to discharge It 's not my goodly house nor bed of down That can refresh or ease if Conscience frown Nor from alliance now can I have hope But what I have done wel that is my prop He that in youth is godly wise and sage Provides a staffe for to support his age Great mutations some joyful and some sad In this short Pilgrimage I oft have had Sometimes the Heavens with plenty smil'd on me Sometimes again rain'd all adversity Sometimes in honour sometimes in disgrace Sometime an abject then again in place Such private changes oft mine eyes have seen In various times of state i 've also been I 've seen a Kingdom flourish like a tree When it was rul'd by that Celestial she And like a Cedar others so surmount That but for shrubs they did themselves account Then saw I France and Holland sav'd Cales won And Philip and Albertus half undone I saw all peace at home terror to foes But ah I saw at last those eyes to close And then me thought the world at noon grew dark When it had lost that radiant Sun-like spark In midst of greifs I saw some hopes revive For 't was our hopes then kept our hearts alive I saw hopes dasht our forwardnesse was shent And silenc'd we by Act of Parliament I 've seen from Rome an execra●le thing A plot to blow up Nobles and their King I 've seen designes at Ree and Cades crost And poor Palatinate for ever lost I 've seen a Prince to live on others lands A Royall one by almes from Subjects hands I 've seen base men advanc'd to great degree And worthy ones put to extremity But not their Princes love nor state so high could once reverse their shamefull destiny I 've seen one stab'd another loose his head And others fly their Country through their dread I 've seen and so have ye for 't is but late The desolation of a goodly State Plotted and acted so that none can tell Who gave the counsel but the Prince of hell I 've seen a land unmoulded with great paine But yet may live to see 't made up again I 've seen it shaken rent and soak'd in blood But out of troubles ye may see much good These are no old wives tales but this is truth We old men love to tell what 's done in youth But I returne from whence I stept awry My memory is short and braine is dry My Almond-tree gray haires doth flourish now And back once straight begins apace to bow My grinders now are few my sight doth faile My skin is wrinkled and my cheeks are pale No more rejoyce at musickes pleasant noyse But do awake at the cocks clanging voyce I cannot scent savours of pleasant meat Nor sapors find in what I drink or eat My hands and armes once strong have lost their might I cannot labour nor I cannot fight My comely legs as nimble as the Roe Now stiffe and numb can hardly creep or go My heart sometimes as fierce as Lion bold Now trembling and fearful sad and cold My golden Bowl and silver Cord e're long Shal both be broke by wracking death so strong I then shal go whence I shal come no more Sons Nephews leave my death for to deplore In pleasures and in labours I have found That earth can give no consolation sound To great to rich to poore to young or old To mean to noble fearful or to bold From King to begger all degrees shal finde But vanity vexation of the minde Yea knowing much the pleasant'st life of all Hath yet amongst that sweet some bitter gall Though reading others Works doth much refresh Yet studying much brings wearinesse to th' flesh My studies labours readings all are done And my last period now e'n almost run Corruption my Father I do call Mother and sisters both the worms that crawl In my dark house such kindred I have store There I shal rest til heavens shal be no more And when this flesh shal rot and be consum'd This body by this soul shal be assum'd And I shal see with these same very eyes My strong Redeemer comming in the skies Triumph I shal o're Sin o're Death o're Hel And

both wise and strong Whose courage nought but death could ever tame ' Mongst these Epimanondas wants no fame Who had as noble Raleigh doth evince All the peculiar vertues of a Prince But let us leave these Greeks to discord bent And turne to Persia as is pertinent The King from forraign foes and all at ease His home-bred troubles seeketh to appease The two Queens by his means 'gin to abate Their former envie and inveterate hare Then in voluptuousnesse he leads his life And weds his Daughter for a second wife His Mothers wicked counsell was the cause Who sooths him up his owne desires are Lawes But yet for all his greatnesse and long reign He must leave all and in the pit remain Forty three years he rules then turns to dust As all the mighty ones have done and must But this of him is worth the memory He was the Master of good Nehemie Darius Ochus GReat Artexerxes dead Ochus succeeds Of whom no Record's extant of his deeds Was it because the Grecians now at war Made Writers work at home they sought not far Or dealing with the Persian now no more Their Acts recorded not as heretofore Or else perhaps the deeds of Persian Kings In after wars were burnt ' mongst other things That three and twenty years he reign'd I finde The rest is but conjecture of my minde Arsames or Arses WHy Arsames his brother should succeed I can no reason give cause none I read It may be thought surely he had no Son So fell to him which else it had not done What Acts he did time hath not now left pend But as 't is thought in him had Cyrus end Whose race long time had worn the Diadem But now 's divolved to another Stem Three years he reign'd as Chronicles expresse Then Natures debt he paid quite Issue-lesse Darius Codomanus HOw this Darius did attain the Crown By favour force or fraud is not set down If not as is before of Cyrus race By one of these he must obtain the place Some writers say that he was Arses son And that great Cyrus line yet was not run That Ochus unto Arsames was father Which by some probabilities seems rather That son and father both were murthered By one Bagoas an Eunuch as is sed Thus learned Pemble whom we may not slight But as before doth well read Raleigh write Antd he that story reads shall often find That severall men will have their severall mind Yet in these differences we may behold With our judicious learned Knight to hold And this ' mongst all 's no controverted thing That this Darius was last Persian King Whose warres and losses we may better tell In Alexanders reign who did him quell How from the top of worlds felicity He fell to depth of greatest misery Whose honours treasures pleasures had short s●ay One deluge came and swept them all away And in the sixt year of his haplesse reigne Of all did scarce his winding sheet retaine And last a sad catastrophe to end Him to the grave did ●raytor Bessus send The end of the Persian Monarchy The third Monarchy was the Grecian beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112 Olimpiad GReat Alexander was wise Phillips son He to Amintas Kings of Macedon The cruell proud Olimpias was his mother Shee to the rich Molossians King was daughter This Prince his father by Pausanias slain The twenty first of 's age began to reign Great were the guifts of nature which be had His Education much to these did adde By Art and Nature both he was made fit T' accomplish that which long before was writ The very day of his nativity To th' ground was burnt Diana's Temple high An Omen to their near approaching woe Whose glory to the Earth this Prince did throw His rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd The universe scarce bounds his large vast minde This is the hee-goat which from Grecia came Who ran in fury on the Persian Ram That broke his hornes that threw him on the ground To save him from his might no man was found Phillip on this great conquest had an eye But death did terminate those thoughts so high The Greeks had chose him Captain Generall Which honour to his son now did befall For as worlds Monarch now we speak not on But as the King of little Macedon Restlesse both day and night his heart now was His high resolves which way to bring to passe Yet for a while in Grecce is forc'd to stay Which makes each moment seem more then a day Thebes and old Athens both ' gainst him rebell But he their mutinies full soon doth quell This done against all right and natures laws His kinsmen puts to death without least cause That no combustion in his absence be In seeking after Soveraignity And many more whom he suspects will climbe Now taste of death least they deserv't in time Nor wonder is' t if he in blood begin For cruelty was his parentall sin Thus eased now of troubles and of fears His course to Asi● next Spring he steers Leaves sage Antipater at home to sway And through the Hellispont his ships make way Comming to land his dart on shear he throwes Then with alacrity he after goes Thirty two thousand made up his foot force To these were joyn'd five thousand goodly horse Then on he march'd in 's way he veiw'd old Troy And on Achillis Tombe with wondrous joy He offer'd and for good successe did pray To him his mothers Ancestor men say When newes of Alexander came to th' Court To scorn at him Darius had good sport Sends him a frothy and contemptuous letter Stiles him disloyall servant and no better Reproves him for his proud audacity To lift his hand ' gainst such a Monarchy Then to his Lieutenant in Asia sends That he be tane alive for he intends To whip him well with rods and then to bring That boy so mallepart before the King Ah! fond vaine man whose pen was taught ere while In lower termes to write a higher stile To th' river Granicke Alexander hyes Which twixt Phrigia and Propontis lyes The Persians for encounter ready sland And think to keep his men from off the land Those banks so steep the Greeks now scramble up And beat the coward Persians from the top And twenty thousand of their lives bereave Who in their backs did all their wounds receive This Victory did Alexander gain With losse of thirty sour of his there slaine Sardis then he and Ephesus did gaine Where stood of late Diana's wondrous Phane And by Parmenio of renowned fame Miletus and Pamphilia overcame Hallicarnassus and Pisidia He for his master takes with Lycia Next Alexander marcht t'wards the black sea And easily takes old Gordium in his way Of Asse-eard Midas once the regall seat Whose touch turn'd all to gold yea even his meat There the Prophetick knot he cuts in twain Which who so did must Lord of all remain Now newes of Memnons death

crown In all records thy Name I ever see Put with an Epithet of dignity Which shewes thy worth was great thine honour such The love thy Country ought thee was as much Let then none dis-allow of these my straines Which have the self-same blood yet in my veines Who honours thee for what was honourable But leaves the rest as most unprofitable Thy wiser dayes condemn'd thy witty works Who knowes the Spels that in thy Rethroick lurks But some infatuate fooles soone caught therein Found Cupids Dam had never such a Gin Which makes severer eyes but scorn thy Story And mode● Maids and Wives blush at thy glory Yet he 's a beetle head that cann't discry A world of treasure in that rubbish lye And doth thy selfe thy worke and honour wrong O brave Refiner of our B●iuish Tongue That sees not learning valour and morality Justice friendship and kind hospitality Yea and Divinity within thy Book Such were prejudicate and did not look But to say truth thy worth I shall but staine Thy fame and praise is farre beyond my straine Yet great Augustus was content we know To be saluted by a silly Crow Then let such Crowes as I thy praises sing A Crow's a Crow and Caesar is a King O brave Achilles I wish some Homer would Engrave on Marble in characters of Gold What famous feats thou didst on Flanders coast Of which this day faire Belgia doth boast O Zutphon Zutphon that most fatall City Made famous by thy fall much more 's the pitty Ah in his blooming prime death pluckt this Rose E're he was ripe his thred cut Atropos Thus man is borne to dye and dead is he Brave Hector by the walls of Troy we see Oh who was neare thee but did sore repine He rescued not with life that life of thine But yet impartiall Death this Boone did give Though Sidney dy'd his valiant name should live And live it doth in spight of death through fame Thus being over-come he over-came Where is that envious tongue but can afford Of this our noble Scipio some good word Noble Bartas this to thy praise adds more In sad sweet verse thou didst his death deplore Illustrious Stella thou didst thine full well If thine aspect was milde to Astrophell I feare thou wert a Commet did portend Such prince as he his race should shortly end If such Stars as these sad presages be I wish no more such Blazers we may see But thou art gone such Meteors never last And as thy beauty so thy name would wast But that it is record by Philips hand That such an omen once was in our land O Princely Philip rather Alexander Who wert of honours band the chief Commander How could that Stella so confine thy will To wait till she her influence distill I rather judg'd thee of his mind that wept To be within the bounds of one world kept But Omphala set Hercules to spin And Mars himself was ta'n by Venus gin Then wonder lesse if warlike Philip yield When such a Hero shoots him out o' th' field Yet this preheminence thou hast above That thine was true but theirs adult'rate love Fain would I shew how thou fame's path didst tread But now into such Lab'rinths am I led With end lesse turnes the way I find not out For to persist my muse is more in doubt Calls me ambitious fool that durst aspire Enough for me to look and so admire And makes me now with Sylvester confesse But Sydney's Muse can sing his worthinesse Too late my errour see that durst presume To fix my faltring lines upon his tomb Which are in worth as far short of his due As Vulcan is of Venus native hue Goodwill did make my head-long pen to run Like unwise Phaeton his ill guided sonne Till taught to 's cost for his too hasty hand He left that charge by Phoebus to be man'd So proudly foolish I with Phaeton strive Fame's flaming Chariot for to drive Till terrour-struck for my too weighty charge I leave 't in brief Apollo do 't at large Apollo laught to patch up what 's begun He bad me drive and he would hold the Sun Better my hap then was his darlings fate For dear regard he had of Sydney's state Who in his Deity had so deep share That those that name his fame he needs must spare He Promis'd much but th' muses had no will To give to their detractor any quill With high disdain they said they gave no more Since Sydney had exhausted all their store That this contempt it did the more perplex In being done by one of their own sex They took from me the scribling pen I had I to be eas'd of such a task was glad For to revenge his wrong themselves ingage And drave me from Parnassus in a rage Not because sweet Sydney's fame was not dear But I had blemish'd theirs to make 't appear I pensive for my fault sat down and then Errata through their leave threw me my pen For to conclude my poem two lines they daigne Which writ she bad return't to them again So Sydney's fame I leave to England's Rolls His bones do lie interr'd in stately Pauls His Epitaph Here lies intomb'd in fame under this stone Philip and Alexander both in one Heire to the Muses the Son of Mars in truth Learning valour beauty all in vertuous youth His praise is much this shall suffice my pen That Sidney dy'd the quintessence of men In honour of Du Bartas 1641. A. B. AMongst the happy wits this Age hath showne Great deare sweet Bartas thou art marchlesse knowne My ravisht eyes and heart with faltering tongue In humble wise have vow'd their service long But knowing th' taske so great and strength but small Gave o're the work before begun withall My dazled sight of late review'd thy lines Where Art and more then Art in Nature shines Reflection from their beaming altitude Did thaw my frozen hearts ingratitude Which Rayes datting upon some richer ground Had caused flowers and fruits soone to abound But barren I my Day sey here doe bring A homely flower in this my latter spring If Summer or my Au●umne age doe yeeld ●●ewers sruits in garden orchard or in sield They shall be consecrated in my Verse And prostrate off'red at great Bartas Herse My Muse unto a Childe I fitly may compare Who sees the riches of some famous Fayre He feeds his eyes but understanding lacks To comprehend the worth of all those knacks The glittering Plate and Jewels he admires The Hats and Fans the Plumes and Ladies tires And thousand times his mazed minde doth wish Some part at least of that brave wealth was his But seeing empty wishes nought obtaine At night turnes to his Mothers cor againe And tells her tales his full heart over-glad Of all the glorious sights his eyes have had But findes too soone his want of Eloquence The silly Pratler speakes no word of sence And seeing utterance fayle his great desires Sits down

our wrong Let such as say our sex is void of reason Know 't is a slander now but once was treason But happy England which had such a Queen O happy happy had those dayes still been But happinesse lies in a higher sphere Then wonder not Eliza moves not here Full fraught with honour riches and with dayes She set she set like Titan in his rayes No more shall rise or set such glorious Sun Untill the heavens great revolution If then new things their old form must retain Eliza shall rule Albian once again Her Epitaph Here sleeps THE Queen this is the reyall bed O' th' Damask Rose sprung from the white and red Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling aire This Rose is withered once so lovely faire On neither tree did grow such Rose before The greater was our gain our losse the more Another Here lies the pride of Queens pattern of Kings So blaze it fame here 's feathers for thy wings Here lies the envy'd yet unparralell'd Prince Whose living vertues speak though dead long since If many worlds as that fantastick framed In every one be ber great glory famed Davids Lamentation for Saul and Jonathan 2 Sam. 1.19 ALas slaine is the head of Israel Illustrious Saul whose beauty did excell Upon thy places mountan'ous and high How did the mighty fall and falling dye In Gath let not this thing be spoken on Nor published in streets of Askelon Lest Daughters of the Philistins rejoyce Lest the uncircumcis'd lift up their voyce O! Gilbo Mounts let never pearled dew Nor fruitfull showres your barren tops bestrew Nor fields of offerings e're on you grow Nor any pleasant thing e're may you show For the mighty ones did soone decay The Shield of Saul was vilely cast away There had his dignity so fore a foyle As if his head ne're felt the sacred Oyle Sometimes from crimson blood of gastly slaine The bow of Jonathan ne're turn'd in vaine Nor from the far and spoyles of mighty men Did Saul with bloodlesse Sword turne back agen Pleasant and lovely were they both in life And in their deaths was found no parting strife Swifter then swiftest Eagles so were they Stronger then Lions ramping for their prey O Israels Dames o're-flow your beauteous eyes For valiant Saul who on Mount Gilbo lyes Who cloathed you in cloath of richest dye And choyse delights full of variety On your array put ornaments of gold Which made you yet more beauteous to behold O! how in battell did the mighty fall In mid'st of strength not succoured at all O! lovely Ionathan how wert thou slaine In places high full low thou dost remaine Distrest I am for thee deare Ionathan Thy love was wonderfull passing a man Exceeding all the Love that 's Feminine So pleasant hast thou been deare brother mine How are the mighty falne into decay And war-like weapons perished away Of the vanity of all worldly creatures AS he said vanity so vain say I O vanity O vain all under skie Where is the man can say lo I have found On brittle earth a consolation sound What is 't in honour to be set on high No they like beasts and sonnes of men shall die And whilst they live how oft doth turn their State He 's now a slave that was a Prince of late What is' t in wealth great treasures for to gain No that 's but labour anxious care and pain He heaps up riches and he heaps up sorrow It s his to day but who 's his heire to morrow What then content in pleasures canst thou find More vain then all that 's but to grasp the wind The sensuall senses for a time they please Mean while the conscience rage who shall appease What is' t in beauty no that 's but a snare They 'r foul enough to day that once was fair What Is' t in flowring youth or manly age The first is prone to vice the last to rage Where is it then in wisdome learning arts Sure if on earth it must be in those parts Yet these the wisest man of men did find But vanity vexation of the mind And he that knows the most doth still bemoan He knows not all that here is to be known What is it then to do as Stoicks tell Nor laugh nor weep let things go ill or well Such stoicks are but stocks such teaching vain While man is man he shall have ease or pain If not in honour beauty age nor treasure Nor yet in learning wisdome youth nor pleasure Where shall I climbe sound seek search or find That summum Bonum which may stay my mind There is a path no vultures eye hath seen Where lions fierce nor lions whelps hath been Which leads unto that living Christall fount Who drinks thereof the world doth naught account The depth and sea hath said its not in me With pearl and gold it shall not valued be For Saphyre Onix Topas who will change It s hid from eyes of men they count it strange Death and destruction the fame hath heard But where and what it is from heaven's declar'd It brings to honour which shall not decay It steeres with wealth which time cann't wear away It yeeldeth pleasures faire beyond conceit And truly beautifies without deceit Nor strength nor wisdome nor fresh youth shall fade Nor death shall see but are immortall made This pearl of price this tree of life this spring Who is possessed of shall reign a King Nor change of state nor cares shall ever see But wear his Crown unto eternitie This satiat●s the soul this stayes the mind The rest 's but vanity and vain we find FINIS