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

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

Austere Parents who make their's indure Labour and toyle to hardship doth inure If then the Good Men after Gods owne will Thou shalt behold to toyle sweat climb the Hill And see the bad to sport with Wanton Pride Floating in Pleasures at a high Spring Tide Thinke with thy selfe that Wee delight to have A Modest Child though a licencious slave That this too severe disciplin's restrain'd Whilst that in his bold liberti's maintain'd The selfe same course thou may'st observe God take He does no darling of a Good Man make But tryes and hardens makes him Proose 'gainst Ill And brings him to the Bent of his owne Will PART II. ARGUMENT God doth good Men like a severe Father Afflictions learne to beare Quest HOw comes it that Adversitie doth then So often happen to the Best of Men Ans. No Ill te a good Man can r'ebefall Since Contraries can never mix at All For as the Land so many fresh Streames powres Into the Sea the Heav'n so many showres And yet the Saltnesse of the Ocean Can neither change nor lessen so nor can His fixed Resolutions alt'red be Though storm'd on All sides by Adversitie He 's still the same and whatsoe're ensue Be 't good or Bad he brings to his owne Huc Since he 's above all outward Accidents Not that I meane of these he hath no sence But that he masters them and with a State Compos'd beares up against the Tyde of Fate Counts Crosses Exercises of the Mind For where 's that man to honest things inclin'd Affects not lawfull labour And 's not prone To good Imployments though with hazard knowne And to a Soule industrious what lesse Then a tormenting Paine is Idlenesse Wee see that Wrastlers least their strength impaire T' incounter with the strongest still prepare Before the Combat craving from their Foes That they would them with their whole strength oppose Enduring Stroakes and Gripes and if too weake One Foe they find they more Opponents seeke Vertue without an Adversary pines Then she alone in her true greatnesse shines Then doth her value and her strength appeare When she by suffering shewes what she can beare And know from me this is a Good Mans State Not to feare Crosses nor complaine of Fate Who should what ever happens to him take As sent for good and his advantage make Not what but how we suffer is the thing See'st not how Fathers unlike Mothers bring Their children up they with an early care Them for their studies and their Books prepare Nor suffer them though on a Holy-day A time for liberty and ease to play But exercise in some laborious course Sweat from their Browes Teares from their eyes inforce When Mothers hug them in their Bosomes laid Nor suffer them to stirre out of the shade Teares sadnesse toyle are things they must not know God to Good men a Fathers minde doth shew And loves with a more strong affection Let them sayes he that would for mine be knowne Bee with griefe labour and with Crosses try'd That so they may be truely fortifi'd Full Bodies languish through dull Idlenesse Whom toyle and their owne weight alike oppresse Vnhurt Felicity no wound can bide When with her Crosses she hath been us'd to chide Then through all Injuries that Chance doth lay l'obstruct her Passage she doth force her way Yeelds to no ills though over-power'd by might But on her knees though downe maintaines the fight Obj. Thou wondrest God that so the Good doth love Who would they should the best of Mortalls prove And the most excellent should yet by 's will Make them the Exercise of Fortune ●●ill Answ. I wonder not if Gods with pleased eyes See great men combate with Calamities 'T is to ourselves sometimes a pleasing sight To see a Youth with an undaunted sprite The rough assault of some fierce Beast oppose Or fearelesse with a raging Lion close And so much more delightfull is the sight As the Youth 's comely who performes the fight These are not spectacles for Gods to see But childish Scones of humane vanity Behold a sight on which as if intent On its chiefe worke Heav'ns eye may well be bent A sight worth Heav'n indeed to see a minde Firmly resolv'd to adverse Fortune joyn'd As that he scorned Fury seem'd to brave What nobler spectacle great Jove could have On Earth I know not would he daigne to looke Then to see Cato all his Partie broke Upright yet midd'st the Publique Ruines stand Though All sayes he now stoope to ones Command Though Legions guard the Land Navies the Sea And 'fore out Ports Caesar intrenched be Cato hath yet an Exit from all These And with one Hand can wheresoe're he please Make his rode Way to libertie This Blade With blood of Civill Warre ne're guiltie made A brave and Noble Act at length shall doe On Cato now that Libertie bestow It could not on his Country Now the Fact My Soule So long premeditated act And snatch thy selfe out of Humanitie By this time Juba and Petreius be Dispatch'd and lye slaine by each others Hand A brave and valiant End Yet does not stand With our great-sould resolves Cato his Death As much from any scorns to aske as Breath Sure no small joy it in the Gods did move Whilst they beheld him his owne Rescue prove And as it were for others safetie lay The ground and trace for their Escapes the Way Whilst that last Night his studies he pursu'd And in his sacred Brest his Sword imbru'd Whilst h'his extracted Bowells threw about And with his owne undaunted Hand drew out His pious Soule too worthy farre to feele Or be contaminated by rude Steele And therefore I imagine that the Wound No cure nor Efficacious Issue found Cato but once to see could not suffice The high Immortall Powers His Faculties And vertue therefore still retained were That in the hardest part they might appeare For 't is an Act lesse high and great our Breath At once to fo●ce then to repeat our Death Nor with unwilling Eyes doe I suppose They saw their Son so gloriously close His Memorable Tragedy Death then Is but the Consecration of good Men Whose brave and gallant Exit justly drawes From those that tremble at it as Applause PART III. ARGUMENT Ills are not Ills to good Men meant But are by God as Tryalls sent NOw shall the Progresse of our Worke make cleare Those are no Ills at All that so appeare For those things you harsh cruell horrid call Were first ordain'd for them on whom they fall And next for all Mankind which is Heav'ns Care Farre more than any Individualls are Next that these things falls not against their Wills That did they they deserv'd to suffer Ills To these I 'le adde that they from Fate doe flow And to the good by the same Rule they 're so Doe happen therefore I perswade thee shall Never to pittie a good Man at All He miserable sometimes may be said But never can be miserable