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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13500	Superbiæ flagellum, or, The vvhip of pride. By Iohn Taylor	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Cockson, Thomas, engraver.	1621 (1621)	STC 23796; ESTC S118281	22,366	65

Vntill at last that Hell-polluting sin With Disobedience soil'd their Soules within And hauing lost their holines Perfection They held their Nakednes an Imperfection Then being both asham'd they both did frame Garments as weedes of their deserued shame Thus when as sinne had brought Gods curse on man Then shame to make Apparell first began E're man had sin'd most plaine it doth appeare He neither did or needed Garments weare For his Apparell did at first beginne To be the Robes of pennance for his sinne Thus all the brood of Adam and of Eue The true vse of Apparell may perceiue That they are Liueries Badges vnto all Of our sinnes and our Parents wofull fall Then morethen mad these mad-brain'd people be Or else they see and will not seeme to see That these same Robes with Pride that makes them swell Are tokens that our best desert is hell Much like vnto a Traytor to his King That would his Countrey to destruction bring Whose Treasons being prou'd apparantly He by the Law is iustly iudg'd to dye And when he lookes for his deserued death A Pardon comes and giues him longer breath I thinke this man most madly would appeare That would a halter in a glory weare Because he with a halter merited Of life to be quite disinherited But if he should vaingloriously persist To make a Rope of silke or golden twise And weare 't as a more honourable showe Of his Rebellion then course hempe or towe Might not men justly say he were an Asse Triumphing that he once a Villaine was And that he wore a Halter for the nonce In pride that he deserued hanging once Such with our Heau'nly father is the Case Of our first Parents and their sinfull Race Apparell is the miserable signe That we are Traytors to our Lord diuine And we like Rebels still most pride doe take In that which still most humble should vs make Apparell is the prison for our sinne Which most should shame yet most we Glory in Apparell is the sheete of shame as 't were Which for our pennance on our backs we beare For man Apparell neuer did receaue Till he eternall Death deferu'd to haue And thus Apparell to our sense doth tell Our sinnes'gainst Heau'n and our desert of Hell How vaine is it for man a clod of Earth To boast of his high progeny or Birth Because perhaps his Ancestors were good And sprung from Royall or from Noble blood Where Vertuous worth did in their minds inherit Who gain'd their Honours by Desert and Merit Whose seruice for their Country neuer fai'ld Who Iustly liu'd belou'd and dyde bewaild Whose Affability and Charity Guided with pious true sincerity Who to their states lou'd all their liues to ioyne Loue before Lands Compassion before Coyne Yet when they dyde left wealth place state and name To Heires who bury all in Pride shame But as the Sacred Truth most truely faith No man is saued by anothers Faith So though some honorable Rascals haue Turn'd their good Fathers to their timelesse graue And like Ignoble noble Reprobates Possesse their names possessions and estates Yet for they want their Vertues and Deserts They are but Bastards to their better parts Manasse was good Hezechiahs sonne And with his Crowne into all Vice did runne The Sire the title of good King did gaine The Sonne 's Abominations all did staine Honour is better well deseru'd then had To haue it vndeseru'd that Honour 's bad In Rome an ancient Law there sometimes was Men should through Vertue vnto Honor passe And t' is a Rule that euermore hath bin That Honor 's best which a mans selfe doth win T' is no Inheritance nor can it runne Successiuely from Father to the Sonne But if the Father nobly were inclin'd And that the Sonne retaine his worthy mind If with his Fathers goods he doth possesse His Goodnesse all the world must then confesse That that Sonnes Honor doth it selfe display To be the Fathers equall euery way Thus good mens Honors can no Honor be To their degenerate posteritie But t' is a mans owne Vertue or his Vice That makes his Honor high or low in price Of Birth or Parents no man can be proud Pride of Apparell here is disallow'd Pride of our Riches is most Transitory Pride of our Beauty is a fading Glory Pride of our wisedome is most foolish folly Pride of our holines is most vnholy Pride of our strength is weaknes in our thought And Pride in any thing will come to nought Pride hath bin Author of the worst of Euils Transforming glorious Angels into Deuils When Babels Tow'r gan proudly to aspire With toungs confusion they were payd their hire Through Pride the King of Babels glory ceast And for seau'n yeares it turn'd him to a beast And Baltazar that next him did succeede Lost life and left his Empire to the Mede For Pride to Tyre and Zidons wicked Kings The Prophet a most iust destruction brings Herod mid'st his vngodly glory vaine Through Pride was eaten vp with wormes and slaine Great Alexander King of Macedon Disdaind to be his father Phillips son But he from Iupiter would be descended And as a god be honour'd and attended Yet Bain'de at Babilon he prou'd but man His godhead ended foolish as 't began There was in Sicilie a proud Phisitian Menecrates and he through high ambition To be a god himselfe would needs preferre And would forsooth be named Iupiter King Dionysius making a great feast This foole-god daigned there to be a guest Who by himselfe was at a table plac'd Because his godhead should the more be grac'd The other Guests themselues did feed and fill He at an empty table still sate still At last with humble lowe Sir Reuerence A fellow came with fire and frankinscence And offer'd to his godship saying then Perfumes were fit for gods and meate for men The god in anger rose incontinent Well laugh'd at and an hunger'd home he went The Romane Emperour Domitian Would be a god was murder'd by a man Caligula would be a god of wonder And counterfeite the lightning and the thunder Yet euery Reall heau'nly Thundercracke This caitife in such feare and terror strake That he would quake and shake hide his head In any hole or vnderneath his bed And when this godlesse god had many slaine A Tribune dasht out his vngodly braine And thus th' Almighty still ' gainst Pride doth frown And casts Ambition headlong tumbling down Great Pompey would be all the worlds superior And Caesar vnto none would be inferior But as they both did liue ambitiously So both of them vntimely deaths did dye The one in AEgypt had his finall fall The other murthered in the Capitall A number more Examples are beside Which shewes the miserable fall of Pride And doe men thinke to goe to Heauen from henc● By Pride which cast the Angels headlong thrnce Or doe they through their Pride suppose to dwel● With God when Pride

doe reueale How they from one another silch and steale As if amongst them't were a statute made That they may freely use the theeuing trade And some there are that will not sticke to say That many Poets liuing at this day Who haue the Hebrew Latine Greeke at will And in th' Italian and thè French haue skill These are the greatest theeues they say of all That vse the Trade or Art Poeticall For ancient Bards and Poets in strange toungs Compiled haue their verses and their songs And those to whom those tongues are rightly knowne Translating them make others verse their owne As one that steales a Cloake and presently Makes it his owne by alt'ring of the dye So whole boookes and whole sentences haue bin Stolne and the stealers great applause did win And by their filching thought great men of fame By those that knew not the right Authors name For mine owne part my Conscience witnesse is I ne're was guilty of such theft as this Unto such robbery I could neuer reach Because I vnderstand no forreigne speach To prooue that I am from such filching free Latin and French are heathen-Greeke to me The Grecian and the Hebrew Charactars I know as well as I can reach the Starres The sweete Italian and the Chip Chop Dutch I know the man i' th Moone can speake as much Should I from English Authors but purloyne It would be soone found counterfeited coyne Then since I cannot steale but some will spy I le truely use mine owne let others lye Yet to excuse the writers that now write Because they bring no better things to light T is because bounty from the world is fled True liberality is almost dead Reward is lodg'd in darke obliuion deepe Bewitch't I thinke into an endlesse sleepe That though a man in study take great paines And empt his veines and puluerize his braines To write a Poem well which being writ Wthall his Iudgement Reason Art and Wit And at his owne charge print and pay for all And giue away most free and liberall Two three or foure or fiue hundred bookes For his reward he shall haue nods and lookes That all the profit a mans paines hath gat Will not suffice one meale to feed a Cat. Yet Noble Wcstminster thou still art free And for thy bounty I am bound to thee For hadst not thou and thy Inhabitants From Time to Time relieu'd and helpd my wants I had long since bid Poetry adieu And therefore still my thankes shall be to you Next to the Court in generall I am bound To you for many friendships I haue found There when my purse hath often wanted baite To fill or feed it I baue had receite So much for that I 'le now no more rehearse They shew their loues in prose my thankes in verse When death Mecaenas did of life depriue Few of his Noble Tribe were left aliue This makes Inuention to be meane and hard When Pride and Auarice doth killreward And yet me thinkes it plainely doth appeare Mens writings are as good as e're they were Good lines are like a Banquet ill imployd Where too much feeding hath the stomack cloyde Good verses fall sometimes by course of fate Into their hands that are preiudicate And though the Writer ne're so well hath pend Yet they 'le find fault with what they cannot mend Thus many a learned well composed line Hath bin as Pearle that 's cast before a swine Or more familiarly to make compare Like Aquauitae giuen vnto a Mare These fellowes glutted with variety Hold Good lines in a loath'd saciety Whiest paltry Riming Libells Iigges and Iests Are to their appetites continuall feafts With which their fancies they doe feed and fill And take the Ill for good the Good for ill Whilst like to Monkeyes scorning wholesome meate They grredily doe poysnous spiders eate So let them feed vntill their humours burst And thus much bold to tell them heere I durst That Poetry is now as good as euer If bounty to relieue her would endeuer Mens mindes are worse then they haue bin of yore Inuention's good now as it was before Let liberality awake and then Each Poet in his hand will take a pen And with rare lines inrich a world of paper Shall make Apollo and the Muses caper FINIS Superbiae Flagellum or the Whip of Pride WHen all things were as wrap'd in sable night And Ebon darknes muffled vp the light When neither Sun or Moone nor Starres had shinde And when no fire no Water Earth or Winde No haruest Autumne Winter when no Spring No Bird Beast Fish nor any creeping thing When there was neither Time nor place nor space And silence did the Chaos round embrace Then did the Archworkmaster of this All Create this Massy Vniuersall Ball. And with his mighty word brought all to passe Saying but Let there Be and done it was Let there be Day Night Water Earth Hearbs Trees Let there be Sun Moone Stars fish fowle that flees Beasts of the Field he said but Let there be And all things were created as we see Thus euery sensible and senselesse thing The High-Creators Word to passe did bring And as in viewing all his workes he stood He saw that all things were exceeding good Thus hauing furnisht Seas and Earth and Skies Abundantly with all varieties Like a Magnificent and sumptuous Fcast For th' entertainment of some welcome Guest When Beasts and Birds and euery liuing Creature And the Earths fruits did multiply by Nature Then did th' Eternall Trinity betake It selfe to Councell and said Let vs make Not Let there be as vnto all things else But LET VS MAKE MAN that the rest excels According TO OVER IMAGE LET VS MAKE MAN and then did th' Almighty Red Earth take With which he formed Adam euery limine And hauing made him breathed life in him Loe thus the first Man neuer was a Child No way with sinne originall defil'd But with high Supernat'rall Vnderstanding He ouer all the World had sole commanding Yet though to him the Regency was giuen As Earths Lieutenant to the God of Heauen Though he commanded all Created things As Deputy vnder the King of Kings Though he so highly heere was dignifide To humble him not to be puff'd with Pride He could not brag or boast of high borne birth For he was formed out of slime and earth No Beast fish worme fowle herbe weed stone or tree But are of a more ancient house then he For they were made before him which proues this That their Antiquity is more then his Thus both himselfe and his beloued Spouse Are by Creation of the younger house And whilst they liu'd in perfect Holinesse Their richest Garments were bare Nakednesse True Innocency were their chiefest weeds For Righteousnesse no Masque or Visor needs The royal'st robes that our first Parents had Was a free Conscience with Vprightnesse clad They needed ne're to shift the cloathes they wore Was Nakednesse and they desir'd no more