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
his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor
Dauid's holy Harp and Skill â—othing but Dauid would I warble still â—ut as my Lord great Dauid's Deeds could none Yer-while atchieue but Dauid's Selfe alone Can none but Dauid's Harp Dauid's Hymne Resound aright the Honors due to Him will not therefore with vnworthy Layes â—eeming to praise him derogate his Praise But shall I balk his Son whom Heau'n adorn With Health Wealth Wisdom All-Plenties horn Whose prudent Problems touching euery Theam â—raw thousand Sophysts to IERVSALEM Arabians Indians Africans among â—hain'd by the Charms of his All-Skilfull Tongue â—r Him whose Zeale the Idols so defac't â—e-purg'd GOD'S TEMPLE his Rites re-plac't â—r Him that sawe a heau'nly Hoast descend â—o succour Sion and his Foes offend â—r Him whose Army neer to Gerar yerst â—roud Ethyopians swarming Troops disperst â—r Him who praying for Heav'ns aide to fight Gainst Ammon Moab and Mount-Sëirite â—aw by Them-selues his sad Request ful-filld When Self-incenst Them-Selues they enter-killd But Chaldei's King by Their's Captiuity Put late an End vnto That Monarchy Yet did Great Cyrus Them again restore To Liberty and gaue them furthermore Leaue to elect Two Rulers of their Race Whereof the One who yet supplies the place Was Ioachim who for his holy Life Prowesse and Prudence is respected rise Not sole in Sion but with Ammonites Syrians Sydonians Madians Moabites Thus was my Lord the Prime this the ProgressioÌ„ Of ISRAEL through euery Times succession And Thus the Lord hath lift them nigh to Heau'n Som-times som-times them eueÌ„ to Hel hath driv'n But whether Princely-Priest or Iudge or King Of th' Hebrew Tribes haue had the Gouerning So long as They obseru'd the sacred Pact GOD with their Fathers did by Oath contract Ay prosperous tryumphantly they troad On proudest Foes and all the World abroad Conspir'd in Spight could nothing Them annoy Much lesse distract them least of all destroy On th' other side soon as they haue infreng'd His Ordinance their GOD to be aveng'd Hath thrall'd them now to cruell Moabites Anon to Edom then to Ammonites Then Philistins and ay his Wrath hath bin Heauy vpon them when they hapt to sin If so be therefore any their Offence The iealous Iustice of their GOD incense Mine not their Mounts nor vndermine their Bowers Nor bring thy Rams against their rampir'd Towers Nor scale their Walls nor lead thy Legions With Resolution to assault them once For let them heap on Carmel Libanus On Liban Niphate there-on Emmaus Yea in one Chanel let them muster hither Indus and Rhone Nilus and Rhine togither Tiber and Iber too to fence their Coast They cannot scape from thy victorious Hoast But if they haue not broke the Covenant Which GOD to Abraham his Seed did grant Beware my Lord beware how you come neer This holy Nation to their GOD so deer For should swart Auster him dispeople quight To furnish Thee with all His fit to fight Should swarming Boreas from His vtmost end All His tall Souldiers to Thy seruice send Should Zephyrus add to Thy dreadfull Power His martiall Legions all Hesperians Flower Should lastly Eurus send Thee for Supplyes His Troops which first see Phoebus Rayes arise All These all-daring all-devouring Swarms This armed World or all This World of Arms Could neuer conquer in a thousand yeere The least worst weakest of these Cities heer Because Their GOD will be Their sure Defence That GOD almighty whose Omnipotence Can with a breath confound all Kings that dare As Thou doost now ' gainst Him make open War As th' Oceans Billowes swell not by and by When first the Winds begin to bellow high But first begin to foam then to fume Higher and higher till their Rage presume To chide the Earth check the Welkins Front And bandy Hills against the Heav'nly Mount Euen so the Princes of this Pagan Rout Hearing GOD's prayses forth-with break not out In ragefull Furie but as th' Ammonite Growes in Discourse so grow they in Despight Till at the last with lowd proud murmurings They euen blaspheme the glorious King of Kings Kill cry they kill let 's heaw hale in peeces The subtile Traytor that with wylie Speeches To saue his Hebrews from Rhamnusias Rod Would fright vs with a false and idle God Renowned Generall send but out a score Of All thy Troops they shall soon run-o're Those rascall Rebells and reduce them all Prostrate and humble at Thy feet to fall Ah Coward Villain But the Vice-Roy then Stopping their lowd outrageous Storms again Began him Selfe Thus to the Ammonite O impudent Impostor Tell Mee right What Fiend what Fury hath inspir'd these Spels What Trevet told thee or what Sybel else Made thee belieue the Syrians shall not quell Th' Isaacian Troop but stoope to Israel Whos 's GOD is but their Dream or Fansie vain Or meer Deuise of MOSES subtile brain Neither of power to giue them Victorie Nor from Our hands to rescue Them nor Thee What GOD haue we but the great King of Kings NABVCHADNEZZAR whose drad puissance rings O're all the Earth who couering far nigh The Plains with Horse Hills with Infanterie Shall raze these Runnagates which fled from Nile Haue heer vsurped Others Right yer-while Die therefore Vilain die take the desert Of thy false Tongue of thy treacherous heart What said I fond No Dastard I disdain My valiant Blade in Thy base bloud to stain Thou shalt so quickly not receiue the meed Of thy disloyall and detested Deed For a quick Death is Wretches blisse wee know Them quickly ridding both of Life and Woe But with thy Dayes thy Dolors to protrack Thou shalt from hence vnto Bethulia pack Where still thou shalt through infinite dismay Vndying die a thousand times a day Vntill with Those invincible thou saist With thousand wounds a wretched End thou hast Why tremblest Thou why doth thy colour faile Why seems thy heart for horror so to quaile If so Their GOD be GOD as thou hast vanted Now by thy Face witnesse thy faith vndanted Then the Lord Marshall in Authoritie Vnder the Vice-Roy not in crueltie Transporteth speedy neer Bethulians side Th'vn pagan Pagan hand and foot fast ty'd Leauing His Troops wounded with wondrous griefe To be depriued of so braue a Chiefe Euen so the Puttock in his crooked Serrs The peeping Chicken through the Welkin bears While the poore Dam below cluk-clucking thick Cryes but in vain and calls her rapted Chick The Citizens seeing th'approach of Foes Soon in alarm them all to Arm dispose And with meet Number of their Men of worth And choice Commanders brauely sally forth Faster then Torrents gushing from the Hills Run hopping downe into the lower Fields The Foe retiring to their mightier Bands Leaues captiue Ammon in the Hebrews hands Whom with a forced foot though free in thought And Will right willing to their Town they brought Where round-environd with a curious Crowde Lifting to Heau'n his hands and eyes aloude Thus hee began O Thou great GOD the Guide
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
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
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
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
Of Either Sex of Every Sort must die Yea th' INNOCENT for Our imputed Ill Who came not Lawes to break but to ful-fill The Son of GOD The Son of MAN become Th' Immortal yielded to This mortal Doome â—o that for Sin no Son of MAN hath breath But once must dye Wages of SIN is Death As for the reason Why it comes to passe Somtimes that Age seems to haue turn'd his Glasse While oftentimes Youth's yer it seem begun Is crackt or broken or already run Why Lillies Roses Gillie-flowers be reft When Nettles Thistles Hemlocks heere be left Why Cedres Okes Vines Oliues rather fall Then Brush and Bryars good for nought at all Let Flesh and Blood let Dust be rather mute Then with His MAKER sawcily dispute Yet heer me thinks but little Question needs Doe not We rather gather Herbes then Weeds Doe not We take the timber for our turn And leaue the Dottrells in their time to burn And in the Shambles who is it but would Be rather sped of yong Flesh then of old And yet in Season when we see it good Wee weed our Gardens fell our Vnder-wood And kill old Cattell least they goar the yong Or fall away or mix some Mange among Much like the Lord who knoweth best all Season And best obserues But will we vrge his Reason His Reason is His WIL His Wil is iust Or rather Iustice which His Power must In Wisedome execute right vnderstood To His Owne Glory and His Childrens Good Wherein His Goodnes through His Mercy shines To cleer and cheer devout and humble mindes For to the Godly in despight of Hell Heav'n maketh all things to re-issue well Heer heer 's a Harbour heer 's a quiet Shore From Sorrowe's Surges all Storms that rore This is Cap Comfort a high Promontorie Of richer Store then heer is roome to storie Heer let vs bide and ride-out all Events With Anchor Hope and Cable Patience Vntill our Bark some happy Gale shall driue Home to the Haven where we would All arriue Come Noble Vi-Count put into This Bay Where with a Light our A'M'RAL leads the way Though deepest laden the most distrest The greatest Ship of Burthen and the best HIM boldly follow though heer as CHIEF In Grief as Greatnes His must drown your Grief Count it an Honour to be call'd to try Your Vertue 's Valour in your Soveraine's eye Wee All partake His Cross His Losse is Ours But His Affections to the life are Yours The neerer then You match His mournful fate His royal Patience neerer imitate And you sad Lady Mother of annoy For hauing lost the prime Sonne of your Ioy Ah! see the Soveraine of your Sex hath so Some think it ease to haue some peer in Woe But such a PEER and such a Pattern too Should much me thinks confirm comfort You To beare-vp hard into this happy Road And lighten somwhat of Your heauy Load The rather sith besides the Happinesse Which now aboue your Darling doth possesse The Crown the Kingdome and the Companie Of All the holy heauenly HIERARCHIE Besides your Mess of goodly GRACES left Whose WORTH froÌ„ Al the Prize of Worth hath reft Foure louely Nymphs foure Rivers as it were Your veines of Vertue through the Land to bear You haue another Model of The same To propagate renowned SIDNEY'S Name Another like in every part to proue As worthy of our Honor and your Loue In whom if now You IOB-like bear this Cross Heav'n may restore you manifold your Loss FINIS THE SECOND SESSION of the PARLIAMENT of Vertues Reall Continued by Prorogation For better Propagation of all true Piëtie Vtter Extirpation of ATHEISME HYPOCRISIE AVARICE CRVELTIE PRIDE LVXVRIE From th' Originall Transcribed Inscribed To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Great Britaine By IOSVAH SYLVESTER A DIVINE TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall OR THE HISTORIE OF His Heroicall Patience In A measured METAPHRASE To ARTHVRS CASTLE call'd by ART'S CHAST LVRE My Hope Heere Hasteth For My HART 's LAST CVRE Sir YOV haue seene In My PANARETVS A SVVEET IDEA Of Our hopes in YOU A REAL ACT of That Ideall VIEVVE In My LEVVâ—… Roy â—… Vertue Heer more HEROIK and more HOLY-True I bring Your Highness Yet A Higher Peece Past all the Patternâ—… of old Rome Greece Faith 's PATIENT Champion in His Triumph due Farre bee His Crosses FroÌ„ my Prince I pray Neer bee His Course As the most Completâ—… In sacred GRACES that beseeme The GREAT Towards God and Man in Cleer or Clowdy Day So much More needfull In This Sin-full Age By How Much Satan neer his end doth rage VVith VVhom and His the better Aye to wras tle Great Michael gard strengthen ARTHVRS CASTLE praies Prostrate Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Reuerend Honorable FAther GEORGE ABBOT Lord ARCH-Bishop OF CANTERBVRY IN Grate-full HONOR Of Your MANY Giftes Of GRACE NATVRE Apted to Your Place This DORIKE Piller My DEVOTION liftes To shewe Heere After What We owe your Grace Both for Your Prudence And Your Pious Zeale Learning And Labour In Your Double Charge Swaying The CHVRCH Staying the CoÌ„mon-Weal Most STVDIOVS Euer EITHER to Enlarge And Last not least of all For CONSTANT standing On Right 's vveake Side Against the tide of wrong When PHILISTINES And Daliladies banding With Armes or Charmes Would bind or blind the Strong In Honor of these Honors this I bring To Reuerend ABBOT His Second KING VESTER SYL VESTER Deditissimus TO The Right Honourable The Lord ELESMORE L. High Chancelour of England * THOMAS EGERTONVS Anagramma * NESTOR THEOMAGVS GRaue * GOD-WISE NESTOR Neuer did a Name Saue A IVST MASTER better speak a man As Court Councell with Mee witnes can Than doth Your Owne in This Your Anagram Should I A Volume of Your Vertues frame Broad as my Brest Thicker then my Span Could I say More more True more Duly than The Character concluded in This same For * PIOVS-Prudence cannot but be Iust And Iustice cannot but be Temperate And Temperance from Courage issue must So that Your Name doth Your whole Life relate So NESTOR-like for grace-full * Godly-Sage That Nothing wants but what we wish His Age. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honourable WILLIAM HARBERT Earle of Penbroke Lord Chamberlaine c. PATIENCE preuailes when Passions are vndon This doth This Volume truly intimate So doth Your Vertue firm and fortunate Now cheer'd with Radiance of our Royall Sun O! long and Happy may Hee shine vpon So Noble a Plant mo Such to propagate So Grace-full Vse-full both in Court and State Help-full to All Hurt-full at-all to None Among Those Many whom your Worth hath won Of either Sexe of euery Age and State With glad Applauses to congratulate The worthie Honour of Your Charge begun Though not perhaps so long and lowd as Many Accept My AVE as Deuout as Any Your Lordships most obliged Iosuah Sylvester To the Right
addresse Him would I seek of Him would I enquire Whose Works are great whose Wonders all admire Vnspiable Vnspeakeable by Man Immutable Inserâ—table to scan Who on the Earth the raine at pleasure poures And in the Streets distills the liquid Showers Who lifts the Lowly vp brings downe the Lofty And reares sad Mourners vnto Health and Safety Who dissipates the craftiest Policies And dis-appoints the Counsells of the Wise Who takes the wariest in their proper Wiles And Wicked ones in their owne Guile beguiles So that they meet with Darknes in the Day And as at Midnight groap at Noon their way But He preserues the Poore from sword tongue And cruell hands of Tyrants prone to wrong So that the Poore shall haue their blessed Hope But Wicked ones their cursed mouthes shal stop Lo then how happy he whoÌ„ GOD correcteth Repine not therefore that he Thee afflicteth He wounds heales he strikes he restores He sendeth Plagues Plaisters for the Sores Hee in six Troubles shall deliuer thee And in the seauenth thou shalt be danger-free He will preserue thee from fel Famines rage And from the Sword of War thee dis-ingage Thou shalt be safe froÌ„ scourging tungs of Momes Nor shalt thou fear Destruction when it comes â—ay thou shalt laugh at it and Death derâ—de Not dreading Beasts of fellest Pawes and Pride â—tones thorns thistles shal be friends with thee With thee the Beasts in constant league shall be And as without thou shalt haue Peace within Thy house thou shalt behold it and not sin Thou shalt perceiue thy Seeds seeds seed to spred As Grass in Fields Flowers in euery Mead. â—n a full Age to thine own Graue shalt Thou As in due time Corne to the Barne or Mow. Lo This is Truth and Thus we daily try-it Consider it and to thy Selfe apply-it â—ap 6. IOB then reply'd ô were my Sorows waigh'd And with my Suffrings in iust Balance layd They would exceed the Seas wet Sands in poize Therefore alas they swallow vp my voice For th'Arrowes of th' Almightie keen and quick Haue thrilled me still within mee stick Their Anguish makes my spirits faint quaile me Alas the Terrors of the LORD assaile me Braies the wilde Asse if he haue grass his fill Or lowes the Oxe if he haue fodder still Vnsauory things who without Salt can eat In whites of Eggs is there a taste of meat Yet am I faine alas and forc't indeed Of what my Soule abhorred most to feed O! that the LORD would daign me my desire Grant me my Loâ—ging grant what I require Which is but This that He would end my dayes Let goe his hand and let me goe my waies So should I yet haue Comfort though I burn In bitter pangs of Death I will not spurn Let him not spare me for yet do not I The holy Word of th' holy-Holy-One denie But ô What Power haue I to persist What may ensue if I shall long subsist Am I as hard as tough as strong alas As strongest Stones or is my Flesh of Brass Nay am I not already Impotent My spirits consumed my strength all spent In Crosses Comforts should Friends most afford But men alas haue left to feare the LORD My Brethren haue deceiu'd mee as a Brooke As rifing Flouds they haue me soone forsook Which foule and deep in Winter all o're-flow Or crusted thick with ice no moisture show Or else in Summer by Sol's thirsty Ray Are licked-vp and quicklie dry'd away While Trauailers to Thaema and Saba thought To water there for their succour sought But failing quite and frustrate of the same They are confounded they blush for shame Even such are you you see me ill appaid In dismall Plight and you are all dismaid Why are yee so When haue I bid you bring Or out of yours supply me any thing Or crav'd of you auxiliarie Bands To reskue me from Foes or Tyrants hands Shew me mine Error where I haue gone wrong Tell me my Fault and I will hold my tongue But bold and free 's the speech of Innocence Which of you can reproue and what Offence Thinke You aduantage of my words to haue As if Affliction made me wildely raue Then on the Orphan doth your furie fall You dig a Pit to catch your Friend withall Therefore vouchsafe me better to revise Wrong me no more My words be neither lyes Neither my deeds as you shall find I trust If you returne in that behalfe vniust Complain I causeless Do I counterfait Is not my mouth with Anguish all repleat â—ap 7. HAth not Man's warfare his set limits heere As hath the Hireling by the day or yeere As toyled Seruants for the Night attend And weary Taskers for their Labors end So haue I looked but alas in vain For end of Sorrowes for ease of Pain Perpetually my fruitless Months proceed My tedious Nights incessantly succeed No sooner layd down but I long to rise Tired with tossing till the Morning spies My Flesh is clad with Worms with excrement Of lothsom dust my Skin doth rot and rent My Dayes flit faster then the Shuttles slide From Weauers hands whipping froÌ„ side to side Consider Lord my Life is but a Blast Mine eye no more shall see the Goodnes past Who now beholds me shall no more anon â—f Thou look-on Mee I eft-soones am gon As Clowdes do passe quite away do flit Whoso descends ascends not from the Pit Neither returnes vnto his wonted owne Nor of his place is any more be-known Therefore alas I will not spare to speake â— cannot hold needs must I silence break Amid the anguish of my Spirits distresse And in the depth of my Soules bitternesse Am I a Sea or Whale that with a Gard Thou girtest me keep'st me in so hard â—f I haue said In silence of the Night When drousie Humor siels-vp euery Sight When All aboue in vnder Aire Earth Seas â—â— quiet Slumber seem to take their Ease â— may be that my painfull Pangs shall cease â— may be that my Passions shall haue peace With fearefull Visions then thou doost affray me With Dreames Fansies dreadfully dismay me So that my Soule had rather chuse at once To die then liue in Durance of my Bones Wearie of life liue alwaies shall I not Then leaue me Lord alas my dayes are nought O! What is Man that thou extoll'st him so That Thou on Him doost euen thy heart bestow That euery Morning Him thou visitest And euery Moment Him examinest How is it that Thou leau'st me not a little Alas nor lett'st me swallow-in my spettle O! Thou Preseruer of Mankind I knowe And I acknowledge I haue sinn'd but O! What shall I say What shall I do to Thee Why in thy Wrath doost Thou incounter Mee Why mak'st Thou Me alas the Mark White To thy Displeasure in my Selfe's despight Remit O Lord what I haue ill omitted Remoue alas what I haue miss-committed For now I
farre from the All-ruling hand Of Iustice Selfe th' Almighty GOD most High To doe Iniustice or Iniquitie No He to Each man his own Work repayes And makes him finde according to his Waies Vndoubtedly the Lord of Hosts the Strong Nor hath nor doth nor will nor can doe wrong Who hath to Him charge of the Earth impos'd And Who but He hath the whole World dispos'd If He but please on Man to set his minde To re-assume his Spirit his Breath his Wind All Flesh at once if He but hold his breath Shall turn to Dust and perish all in Death Now note Thou this if so thou hast a heart To vnderstand list what my Words impart Shal He haue Rule that Iudgement loathes lacks And for vniust wilt Thou the Iustest taxe Beseems it Any to a King to say O! Thou art Wicked in thy partial Sway Or vnto Princes to vpbraid them Thus You are Vngodly you are Impious Then how-much lesse to Him that puts no Ods Touching the Persons of those Earthly Gods Nor twixt the Rich and Poore the Great and Small For they alike are his owne Hands-work all They at His will shall in a moment die Yea euen at Mid-night vnexpectedly The People shall be troubled and transported And euen the Princes without hands subuerted For euermore His eyes are open wide On all Mens Waies on euery Step Stride There is no Darknes nor no Shade of Death For Wicked-ones to hide them vnder-neath Nor will he though Any so ouer-load That they may iustly grudge or plead with GOD. By Heaps will He to peeces grinde the Great And in their steed set Others in their seat For vnto Him their Works are manifest Night turn'd to Light and they shall be supprest Them as most Wicked smites he as it were In all mens sight in open Theatre Because from Him they did reuolt and swerue And would not any of his Waies obserue But caus'd the loud Cries of the Poore ascend To Him who alwaies doth their Cryes attend When He giues Quiet who dares be so bold To cause Disturbance And if He with-hold His Countenance who then behold Him can Whether a People or a Priuate man That th'Hypocrite no more may Raign as King Nor vnder him the snared People wring Vs therfore Thus beseems to say to GOD I beare with Patience thy correcting Rod I will not murmur nor burst out therefore But sigh in silence and offend no more Shew me my Sins I see not nor perceiue And Hence-forth will I all Iniustice leaue Or should it be after Thy pleasure ay No will-thou-nill He will not I repay Now therefore speak thy Conscience seriously And let the prudent mark and testifie That void of Knowledge IOB hath mis-auerr'd And wide of Wisdom his Discourse hath err'd Would therefore Father he might yet be try'd Sith for the Wicked he hath so reply'd For to his Sin he doth Rebellion ad Claps hands at vs as He the Better had And too-too-pure in his too-prudent Eyes Against th' Almighty Words he multiplies ELihú proceeding Thus moreouer said Caâ— â— Thinkst Thou this right â—f it be rightly waid Which thou hast spoken or thy peech imply'd My Righteousnes is more than GOD's O Pride For Thou hast said What will it vantage thee What shall I gain if I from Sin be free I 'll answer thee and with Thee All so dreaming Look-vp and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming Behold how high if therefore thou transgresse And multiply thy Sin and Wickednesse What hurt doost Thou to GOD What Detriment On th' other side if Thou be innocent If lust What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue Or from Thy hand What What doth He receiue Thy Wickednes may hurt a Man like thee Thy righteousnes to Man may helpfull be For manifold and frequent Tyranny Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry Yea to cry-out for cruell Violence Of Mightie-ones of Men of Eminence But there is None that saith as due belongs Where 's GOD my Maker Who by Night giues Songs Who teacheth vs hath vs more Wisdom giuen Than Beasts of Earth or to the Fowles of Heauen There cry they oft but none doth heare or heed For th'Euils sake who in all Ills exceed For Vanity GOD doth not hath not heard Nor euer will th' Almighty it regard Now though Thou saist thou seest Him not Hee 's Iust With Him is Iudgement therefore in Him trust For want whereof his Wrath hath visited Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited Therefore doth IOB open his Mouth in vain And void of Knowledge yet yet mis-complain 〈◊〉 36 ELihu yet said A little suffer me For I haue yet more to alleadge to Thee On GOD's behalf I 'll fetch mine Arguments From farre confirm'd by long Experience To iustifie my Maker's Holinesse Giue Him his owne and right his Righteousnesse I 'll speak no Falshood nor no Fraud propound All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound Lo GOD is Mighty yet doth none despise Omnipotent Omniscient Strong and Wise â—e spareth not the Life of Wicked wights â—ut the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights â—is Eyes are neuer off the Righteous sort Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort Them He aduances and beyond all Term â—oth them establish and them fast confirm Or if that euer Fetters them befall Or they be holden in Afflictions Thrall He lets them see their Works their Wickednes Their wandring By-waies and their bold Excesse And opens then their Eare to Disciplin Commanding quick that they returne from Sin If they return to serue and Him obey Their Daies Years right happy spend shal They â—f not the Sword shall smite them sodainly And in their wilfull Folly shall they die But Hypocrites the Men of double heart They heap-vp Wrath they cry not when they smart They die in Youth their Life among th' Vncleane Most Insolent most Impudent Obscoene He th' humble Poore in his Affliction frees Their Eares he opens in Calamities So woald He Thee from thy Distresse haue freed And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need To spacious Plentie and thence forth thy Bâ—ord Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd Buâ— Thou too-wicked-like too-stifte hast stood As their presumptions seeming to make good Not stoopt but strutted in Contesting Pride Therefore on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide Sith wroth he is beware to tempt him more Lest with his Stroak he sodain smite theâ—ore Or hisse thee hence with his al-mighty Breath Then can no Râ—nsom thee redeem from Death Will He regard thy Goods or reak thy Gold Thy State or Srength how much or manifold Nor wish Thou hope-lâ—ss for the hap-less Night When from their place People are taken quight Beware regard not Thou Iniquitie Neither alas through faint â—nfirmitie Chuse rather That than thine Affliction 's Part With humble Patience of a Constant heart Behold the Lord is for his Power suprem And for his Prudence Who doth teach like Him â—ho hath
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
Face â—or there 's the place herperfectly to knowe 52 By euill Manners is good Nature marred â—one falls at once all Vertue to defie â—ee in the Soule is a strange Plant transferred â—nd wert not dressed it would quickly die 53 With By-Respects Impietie wee couer â—rth more then Heav'n is priz'd among vs Now GOD'S great Name we scarce our heads vncouer When Kings are named euery knee doth bow 54 Disorder Order breeds good Lawes haue sprung â—om Euill-liues Would All keep Iustice line Westminster there would be soon lesse Throng â—ss Work less Wrack less Words for Mine Thine 55 Law-Tricks now strip the People to their shirt â—ift is their Shield Gold in their onely God â—asps break the Web Flies are held fast hurt â—he Guiltie quit the Guiltless vnder-trod 56 Ther 's now no trust Brother betraies his Brother Faith 's but a phansie but by Fooles esteemed Friend's false to Friend All deceiue each-other Th'Iuie pulls down the Wall by which it climbd 57 Treasons be Trifles Man 's a Wolfe to Man Crimes be but Crums Vice is for Vertue vanted Sodom's and Cypris Sinnes we suffer can And Impious tricks in all their Tracks are hanted 58 In perfect'st Men som Imperfection's found Some-what amiss among their good is seen Gold pure Gold we dig not from the ground There 's Dust Dross grosser stuffe between 59 Merit of old did Friendship feed fix Where now-adaies 't is founded all on Profit With deep Dissembling Deceitfull-tricks And euermore the Poore is frustrate of it 60 Th' Earth cannot fill thy hearts vnequal Angles Thy Hearts a Triangle the Earth's a Round A Triangle is fill'd but with Triangles And th'infinite the finite cannot bound 61 'T's a Death to die far from ones Natiue Citie â—et Death 's not milder there then else-about â—eath without ROME did not Rutilius pittie Neither within ROME Him that ne'r went out 62 When Man is com'n to th' old last Cast of Age When Nature can no longer lend nor borrow â—e thinks not yet to pack and leaue the Stage â—ut still still hopes to liue vntill to-Morrow 63 Fain would'st thou she Loue 's wanton Luxurie â—ut-off Occasions speak farre-off fly Fitnes â—hun Solitude liue still in Companie They fall alone that would not fall with Witnes 64 Muse not to see the Wicked prosper faire â—he Sun his Shine euen vnto Theeues doth giue When of their Patients Leaches do despaire They giue them ouer as they list to liue 65 Slander is worser than Hell's burning Torture The Force more fierce the Heat more vehement â—ell after Death doth but the Guilty martyr â—ander aliue torments the Innocent 66 Affliction razes and then raises hearts As vnder Waight victorious Palms are wont As vnder Seals the Wax doth swell in part Vnder the Crosse the Soule to Heav'n doth mount 67 Enuie in vain pure Vertues Anuil bites Breaking her Teeth as on a Stone the Cur That barks of Custom rather then Despight At euery poore and harmlesse Passenger 68 Enuie's a Torture which doth Men molest Euen from their Birth yer they ought els can doo Behold Two Infants nursed at one Brest They cannot brook their Teat for meat to Two 69 This is the Ods twixt Honest men Knaues Th' one tels his Neighbor All mine owne is mine And all Thine too The other void of Braues Saith Thine's not Mine but what I haue is Thine 70 What Enuie likes not that she makes a Fault Ioseph with Ismael for his Dream was barter'd Abels pure Offring to his End him brought And for the Truth the Innocent are martyrd 71 Flat-Cap for whom hoord'st thou thy heaped Treasures Thy Bodies Sweat thy Soul 's deer Price poor Sot â—ir Prodige-all thine Heire in Protean Pleasures VVill waste in one Day All thine Age hath got 72 True Liberality would be intire Yet not at-once at all times and to all One may mis-giue to giue yer one require Yet Gifts vn-asked sweetest Gifts I call 73 Content with Fruits from thine own Labor grow'n A fore-hand still a set Reuenew saue â—or He 's a Foole in more respects than one That spends his Store or more before he haue 74 There is no Goodnes in a groueling heart â—ent on the VVorld bound to this Rock belowe VVere not the Moon so neer this Neather part â—he would not could not be Eclipsed so 75 Goods are great Ills to those that cannot vse them Misers mis-keep and Prodigals mis-spend-them Hell-hounds to hasten toward Hel abuse-them As Wings to Heav'n-ward heav'n-bent-Soules extend theÌ„ 76 Presumptuous Spirits spring not froÌ„ right Nobility Courage that comes from Pride proues neuer true Pride ruines hearts whose Raiser is Humility The humble Shepheard the proud Giant slew 77 Pride glitters oft vnder an humble Weed Oft louely Names are giuen to loath'd Effects Men sooth them in the Cause to ' scuse th' ill Deed And blame Light rather than their Sight 's Defect 78 A Prudent man is for Him-self sought-forth He 's more admir'd then what the World most vants Praises are due vnto ones proper Worth Not purest Gold addes Price to Diamants 79 Th' Humble doth Others prize Him-self depress Saue against Pride he neuer bends his Browes The more his Vertue mounts-him counts-him less God th' humble Sinner not proud Iust allowes 80 O! Hypocrite which hast but Vertue 's Vaile Seem what thou art and what thou seemest be To hide thy Filth all thy Fig-leaues will faile Thou canst not hide thee from thy God nor Thee 81 Mock Saints whose Soul-weal on your Works you lay VVith eyes hands to Heauen while hart 's els-where For shame you durst not to the least man say VVhat you profane dare whisper in Gods eare 82 Gold 's fin'd in fire Soules in Affliction better â—oths gnaw the Garment locked in the Chest â—till water stinks vnwholesom black and bitter â—words rust in Sheathes and so doe Soules in Rest 83 Opening thy Soul to God cloze Mouth from Men â—or let thy Thoughts roame from thy due Intent GOD sees the hearts his iudgement soundeth them â—nd Them confounds whose Words Deeds dissent 84 Gamesters may well All to to-Morrow post â—o see or to be seen th 'haue neuer leasure With aduerse Windes their Minds are euer tost â—osse bringing Grief more than the Gain brings Pleasure 85 To shun Affaires behoues exceeding heed â—roubles vnsent-for and vnlookt-for haste â—n-set vn-sowen too-early growes the Weed We meet too-soon the Care we hoped past 86 All Idleness dis-natures Wit dis-nerues-it A mod'rate Trauell makes it quick addrest Sloath quels and kills it Exercise preserues-it But He 's not Free that hath no time to rest 87 Who seeketh Rest in troublous Managings Thinks to find Calm amid Tempestuous Seas The World Rest are Two two aduerse things Thick streams re-cleer when Storms stirrings cease 88 Fortune in Court is fickle apt to varie Fauors sort seldom to the Suiters minde They many times euen in the Port mis-carie The hotter Sun the
Reuenge or Recompence â—mong the Alps her thundring Canons roare â—oud-browd Montmeilan flaunts vaunts the more â— stop her fury but in fine is fain â— rue her rashnesse and repent in vain God hastens his owne Work This Monarch marries â—yons Church the choice the Chief of Maries â—e Heauens delight our Lilies ornament â—e in one heart two louely Soules hath blent â—ence Peace is more confirm'd and Discord dasht â—â— by This knot many great Plots are quasht At Fountainbleau a Paradise for site She brought him forth his Dolphin his delight Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth One Daughter also did she there bring forth And two Sons more Supporters of the Crowne Two daughters more Paris for birth doth owne His Clemency hath conquered Rebels rage Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage Yea forced Wills by Pardons and by Grace The proof whereof is writ in euery place Through all the Townes of France both great sâ— Where for Reuenge Reward was daign'd to all Once only once his Mercy admirable VVas deafe to Biron and inexorable Sith when he might his hault despight would none I wonder not to see that Myrmidon In the Bastile a shamefull death to beare But This I wonder that he would come there Of factious spirits of close deep hearts and doâ— Whose Life is strife whose Rest is best in trouble He knowes the drifts knowen dissolues the samâ— As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame His voyce alone as Dust cast vp aloft Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming ofâ— Discord disturbing holy Churches rest â—ixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest â—â—bition set in foote fore-sweld with hope â— bridle both the Senate and the Pope â—h prest to fight His Prudence reconcil'd â—â—eir Difference and did their mindes remil'd â—e relisht now the harmless Sweets of Peace â—illing his People should partake no lesse â— yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick â— pluck it out he armes and marches quick â— to the Frontier There attaines his will â—dome so fitly takes her Season still â—ou Nations that for fortie yeeres haue seen â—LONA'S Tempests felt MARS his Teen â— for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues â—ely now you ioy your Wealth your Wiues â—w your Trades into the East you bring â—er Heauens Kingdom onely thank This King â—heapt with Honors This braue King is loath â—his braue Knights effeminiz'd by Sloath Games Dames during so long a Peace â—d still lye still in Citties pomp and ease â—efore he rears an Army strongly dight â—lich's Claim his wronged friends to right A noble Prince whose Prowes Prudence late Buda admir'd and Rome hath wondred-at The Honor of His Time was Generall So stoard with Gold with Guns with Arms with all That neighbor Princes all were in alarm Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm Fearless it marches respectless threats What-euer Log its ready Passage lets Gesture and voice already skirmishing And vnder Conduct of so braue a King Great-Britaines Germans Switzers Belgians Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France Els-where the while The Duke that rules the Alp Seemd t' haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes Braue noble heart Saxonically-French Fuentez affraid with shoulder-shrinking wrench Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe And CHARLES prouoked proue the Scourge of Spâ— Heau'ns now to Crown his Tropheis had set down That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown VVith royall Diadem and in one Day The State the Maiesty of France display Nothing but Great but great Magnificence But MARIES Grace excell'd all Excellence HEnce hence false Pleasures momentary Ioyes Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes â—trange Mishap hatched in Hell below â—th plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe â—ught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly â—d made vs all Cry All is Vanitie â—our houres froÌ„ Noon forth froÌ„ the Louure rode â—is mighty Prince without his Gard abroad 〈◊〉 see His Arcenall To his Caroche â— streight Lane a Hell-hound durst approche â— with a Knife twice stabbing kill'd him quite â—ning that fairest Day to foulest Night â—wice did the Monster stab for else the first â— not been mortall but the Knife accurst â—illing his Lungs cut at the second stroake â—artereal vein whose bloud-floud soon did choak â—peerless Prince His dying Eyes Hart â—oring Heauen soone did his Soule depart â—ell Tyger tell vs tell vs Why or Whence â—u durst accurst assault so Great a Prince â—rein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong â— once yer this Thou didst too neer him throng Gard rebuk't thee but He Them for That â—'d That Thy Malice His Murderous fate Fates ruthless Law allots his royall brest To die the death that CAESAR thought the best Death without sense of death a death so quick It sildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date To fill the Roule but seauen six Months did bate He He that was the Hope the Prop of His He that restored France to what it is He that confin'd the Power of Princes still He that Commanded Victory at will That was the Worlds delight Kings glory sheen He He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen Th' vnhappy street where This fell Hap fel-out Where wofull Paris saw her Light put out VVhere cursed Iron pierc't her Princes hart In shall no more be clept The Iron-mart It shall be call'd The cursed Corner still The Hag-street or The Hell-street which you will Lord where wert Thou When That disloiall wreâ—â—â—… With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie No heart is hid from thine All-piercing Eye It sees the Centre knows the thoughts yet thoughâ— Could it see This and suffer it be wrought Hell oft before out of his black Abyss â—d spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This â—t still thy hand from former wounds did ward â—d had he not still trusted to Thy Gard 〈◊〉 Owne had waited Round about his Coach â—d This fell Tyger neuer should approach These Words these rasher Words escapt my tong â—en I beheld That Monarch layd along â—d on his Bed so dead so butchered â—med Heauens Whispering soft I said â—use They stopt not This strange Hap before â—ir sluÌ„bring eyes now watch the World no more â—t are mine eyes mine own Is This That Prince â—ch might haue made all Europe His long since â—he not thought th' Empire of France enough 〈◊〉 Lion-heart that Courage Cannon-proofe â—ich did so oft Impossibles atchieue â—is He yet scarce my sight beleeue This That Mighty King Gods liuely Image â—hom the greatest in the World did Homage â—ce a Doue in Warre an Aegle quick â—TOR in Court in Camp ACHILLES-like 〈◊〉 with a hundred horse a thousand foil'd â—rom most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd Great Rome was strangely maz'd and all a-mort When She beheld her CAESAR'S bloody shirt And say Great Citty how wert Thou dismaid When first thou saw'st Thine HENRY