A ♡ DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORDS IVDGEMENT BY Sr. WILLIAM ALEXANDER KNIGHT AH Printed by ANDRO HART and are to be solde at his shop on the North-side of the high Street a litle beneath the Crosse ANNO DOM 1614 TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE ROBERT Viscount Rochester Knight of the most noble order of the Garter and one of his Majesties most honourable priuy Councell THAT the World may haue some publicke testimonie of that priuat loue which your Vertues long since had begotten with my thoughts my Lord this is a small sparke flowne from a great Flame towardes you whose glory is that you onely of all the subjects of this Isle haue the Altar of your honour adorned with offrings from both the Nations in this kind as if your Worth were the Center where both our affections should meete making an vnion in minds a course both worthy of the credite of your place and of your estimation with the world Who more great with Augustus then Mecoenas none so great with the Muses This subject may be thought by some of too melancholicke a Nature for your youth and state but yet is vnnecessarie for neither it may serue for that Macedonians Page who vsed euery Morning to call to him PHILIP thou must die though not so importunatly vrging yet when looked on it is a dumbe remembrer both of death judgement of all what was in the World of what is likely to be when it ends But long may you liue your Fortune still striuing to equall your Worth your Worth to exceed your Fortune and the World to admire both both being ripe before your yeares This for the present is but like vnripe fruits an imperfect piece wrested from a mind many wayes distracted involued in doubtfull designes the successe of some whereof I hope hereafter hauing purchased me fame from the World who for that effect will leaue no way of worth within the compasse of my power vnattempted may make me the more able to communicat it with another for none can giue what he hath not himselfe alwayes I purpose when my mind is more calme to end this Worke but neuer that desire which I haue To serue your Honour S. WILLIAM ALEXANDER To. Sr. W. A. LIKE Sophocles the hearers in a trance With Crimson Cothurne on a stately Stage If thou march forth where all with pompe doth glance To moue the Monarches of the Worlds first Age Or if like Phoebus thou thy Selfe aduance All bright with sacred Flames known by Heauēs Badge To make a Day of Dayes which scornes the Rage Whilst when they end it what should come doth Scance Thy Phoenix-Muse still wing'd with VVonders flies Praise of our Brookes Staine to old Pindus Springs And who thee follow would scarce with their Eyes Can reach the Spheare where thou most sweetlie sings Though string'd with Starres Heauēs Orpheus Harpe enrolle More worthy Thine to blaze about the Pole WILLIAM DRVMMOND A DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF the Lordes Iudgement The first Houre THE ARGVMENT GOD by his workes demonstratiuely prou'd His Prouidence impugning Atheisme vrg'd The Deuills from Heauen from EDEN Man remou'd Of guiltie Guestes the World by water purg'd Who never sinn'd to die for Sinne behou'd Those who him scourg'd in Gods great wrath are scourg'd Some temporall Plagues and feareful Iudgements past Are cited bere as Figures of the last 1 THou of whose Power not reach'd by Reasōs hight The Sea a Drop we Earth a Mote may call And for whose Trophees stately to the sight The Azure Arke was rear'd although too small And from the Lamp of whose most glorious light The Sunne a sparke weake for weake eyes did fall Breath thou a heauenly Furie in my brest I sing the SABBOTH of eternall rest 2 Though All in all defin'd by nought confin'd O thou whose Feet the Cloudes for Dust afford Whose Voyce the Thunder and whose Breath the Wind Whose Foot-stoole Earth Seate Heauen Workes of thy Word Guards Hostes of Angels mouing by thy Mind Whose Weapons Famin Tempest Pest and Sword My cloudy Knowledge by thy Wisdome cleare And by my Weaknesse make thy Power appeare 3 Loe rauish'd LORD with pleasure of thy Loue I feele my Soule enflam'd with sacred Fires Thy Iudgements and thy Mercies whilst I moue To publish to the World my Spirit aspires LORD by thy Helpe this Enterprise approue That the Successe may second my Desires Make Sathans race to tremble at my liues And Thine rejoyce while as thy Glory shines 4 Yee blinded Soules who euen in Frailtie trust By moments Pleasures earning endlesse Paine Whilst charg'd with liuing Chaines vile Slaues to Lust Of Earth and earthly till en-earthd againe Heare hold and weigh my Words for once yee must The strange Effects of what I tell sustaine I go to Sing or Thunder in your Eares A Heauen of comfort or a Hell of feares 5 All my transported Thoughts at randone flie As stray'd to search that which they can not find Whilst silent Wondring makes a settled Eye A huge Amazement clouded hath my Mind How some dare scorne as if a fabulous Lie That Those should rise whom Death hath once declin'd And like to Beastes a beastly Life they leade Who nought attend saue Death when they are dead 6 But yet what I admir'd not strange doth seeme When as I heare O Heauens that such should breath That there be Men if Men we may esteeme Tronkes which are voyde of Soules Soules voyde of Faith Who all this World the Worke of Fortune deeme Not hoping Mercy nor not fearing Wraith There is no GOD Fooles in their Harts do say Yet make their Harts their Gods and them obey 7 The glassie Heauens which Glory doth array Are Mirrours of GODS admirable Might There whence forth spreads the Night forth springs the Day He fixt the Fountaines of this temporall light Where stately Starres enstall'd some stand some stray All sparkes of his great Power though small yet bright By what none vtter can no not conceaue All of GODS Glory Shaddowes may perceaue 8 What glorious Lights through crystall Lanternes glance As alwayes burning with their Makers loue Spheares keep one Musicke they one Measure dance Like Influence below like Course aboue And all by Order led not drawne by Chance With Majestie as still in Triumph moue And prodigall of light seeme showting thus Looke vp all Soules and gaze on GOD through vs. 9 This pondrous Masse though oft deform'd still faire Great in our sight yet then a Starre more small Is ballanc'd as a Mote amidst the Aire None knowes how hung yet to no side doth fall And yearely springs growes ripe fades falls rich bare Mens Mother first still Mistresse yet their Thrall It centers Heauens Heauens compasse it both breed Bookes where of GOD the gnorant may reed 10 What ebbes flowes swells and sinkes who constant keepes Which from the Earth burstes in aboundance out As she her Brood would wash or for them weepes
rested where the stately Citie stood Saue Heapes of Horrour rais'd of Dust and Blood 104 But murdring Saints in Wickednesse growne bold That Towne which long was drunke last drown'd with Blood That Towne by which who bought the World was sold Sold with Disgrace beheld her scorned Brood Them lou'd by GOD Men did in Honour hold And loth'd by GOD with them in Horrour stood Then Iewes whom GOD high rais'd and low doth bow What Name more glorious once more odious now 105 When of Saluation joyfull Newes were spred VVith spirituall Grace all Nations to bedew VVhilst famish'd Soules that sacred Nectar fed The LORD strange Iudgements Millions made to view And those who first fierce Persecutions bred A jealous GOD with Vengeance did persew His Wrath against Themselues against their Foes Is quensh'd is kindled by his Seruants Woes 106 By him who first gainst CHRIST did Ensignes pitch His Brother Mother Wife and Selfe was slaine The Great Apostat wounded in a Ditch Did grant with Griefe the Galileans raigne Of him whose Errours did whole Realmes bewitch The Death most vile did viler Doctrine staine A monstrous Death doth monstrous Liues attend And what All is is judged by the End 107 He who made Hymens Torch drop Blood and Teares The Nation most Humaine being Inhumaine Did blood when dead at Mouth Nose Eyes and Eares As vomiting his Surfet so againe In Crime and Crowne his second fraught with Feares The bloody Band by mutuall Blowes was slaine The King the Duke the Friers deuis'd that Ill The King the Dake the Friers the King did kill 108 Whos 's Sight is so eclips'd which now not sees In euery Kingdome Prouince Towne and Race On Princes Subjectes Men of all Degrees What weighty Iudgement Sinners Steppes do trace Which not the Crowne more then the Cottage frees The Wicked Man sayes GOD shall haue no peace A Countenance calme may maske a stormy Mind But Guiltinesse no perfect Ease can find 109 Those temporall Plagues are but small Smokes of Ire To breach a Brest which is not arm'd with Faith And are when GOD due Vengeance doth require Of Indignation Drops weake Sparks of Wraith As Lightning is to Hels eternall Fire Or to a Tempest huge a litle Breath So are all those of this which I proclame A Puft a Glance a Shaddow or a Dreame 110 As weigh'd by GOD still ballanc'd hings this Round Which Sinne growne heauie now quyte downe ward beares Exhausted Courage Horrour shall confound Till Hopes high Towers rest all ou'rflow'd with Feares All shall together fall as by one Wound Not hauing Time to flie no not for Teares On Day as Night as on the Wearied Sleepe Death steales on Lyfe and Iudgements way doth sweepe 111 All clearely see who Lyfes short Race do rinne The last Decree though being suspended yet That fatall Doome inflicted first for Sinne Though not attended doth not doubted hit And of all Soules the Processe doth beginne For straight when Death arrests the Iudge doth sit For this first Charge all fortifie the Mind As Death vs leaues so Iudgement shall vs find 112 Death each Man daylie sees but none fore-sees The Wage of Sinne the Jubilie of Cares First Iudgement threatned base Corruptions Lees Inheritance which serues all Adams Heires Iust onely Equaller of all Degrees The Charge enjoyn'd for no Respect which spaires What Agues Wounds Thoghts Paines al breathing Breath Are Heraulds Sergeants Vshers Posts of Death 113 Death Doores to enter at and Darts to wound Hath as the Heauen hath Starres or Sea hath Sands What though not sicke not stab'd not choak'd burnt drown'd Age matchlesse Enemie all at last commands O what Designes this Emperour Pale doth bound Built of bare Bones whose Arche Triumphall stands Ah for Ones Errour all the World hath wept The Golden Fruite a leaden Dragon kept 114 Then since Sinnes Hang-man Natures vtter Foe By whom true Lyfe is found Lyfes Shadow lost A thousand Fancies interrupting so When least exspected doth importune most Haste haste your recknings all must pay and go Guests of the World poore Passengers who post And let vs stryue a Change being wyselie made To die alyue that we may liue when dead 115 All thinke whilst sound what Sicknesse may succeed How in the Bed imprison'd yee may be When euery Object Loathsomnesse doth breed Within without that Soule or Eyes can see To trembling Nature which still death doth dread Griefe paints out Horrour in a high degree The Bodie in the Bed Thoughts in it roule The Conscience casting vp a bitter scroule 116 But when externall Powers beginne to faile That neither Tongue can giue nor Eares receaue Friends wretched Comforters retir'd to waile To agonize the soule alone do leaue Which Satan straight with Squadrons doth assaile Being bent to force whom first he did deceaue Who once entys'd then to accuse beginnes To wakened Soules vpbraiding buried Sinnes 117 That fatall Conflict which all Flesh doth feare By helpes from Heauen being foughten past and wonne Whilst it to Heauen triumphing Angels beare This mortall Race magnanimouslie runne As being ordain'd to decke the highest Spheare The Soule shall shine more glorious then the Sunne Whilst cloath'd with Righteousnesse a Priest a King Hell where thy Victorie Death where thy Sting 118 O when to part GOD doth the Soule permit Rais'd from her Shell a Pearle for Sion chus'd She recollects accomplish'd ere she flit Her Faculties amidst fraile Flesh diffus'd As Iudgement Reason Memorie and Wit Being all refyn'd no more to be abus'd Then parts in Triumph free from Earthlie Toyles Yet longs perchance to gather vp her Spoyles 119 Let all those Plagues smoakes of our Makers Ire Make all in time their inward State reforme Those Plagues of which loe euen to sing I tyre Ah what do those who beare their vglie Forme Yet they but kindlings are of endlesse Fyre And litle drops which do fore-goe a Storme Looke looke with Clouds Heauens Bosome else doth swell To blow the Wicked to the lowest Hell The second Houre THE ARGVMENT THat threatned Time which must the World appall Is that all may amend by Signes fore-shown Warres rumor'd are the Gospell preach'd ou'r All Some Jewes conuert the Antichrist is known Deuils rage Vyce raignes Zeale cooles Faith failes Starres fall All sorts of Plagues haue the last Trumpet blown And by prodigious Signes may plaine appeare That of the Sonne of Man the Signe drawes neare 1 THough thundring down those who transgresse his Lawer And with Disdain his Bountie do abuse As Adamants do Irne Repentance drawes The LORD to loue Those whom he first did chuse A Space retir'd from the tempestuous Waues The Port of Mercie must refresh my Muse Whose ventrous Flight all Loftinesse must leaue And plainly sing what all Men should conceaue 2 The LORD delights not in a Sinners death But Sheep which stray toyles to recouer still To please a Sonne who had deseru'd his Wrath His Calfe long fed the Father straight did kill Not
him or else for him were kill'd And as for Bondage borne free but from Graues Did liue to him and died to Sathan Slaues 87 By Violence Death diuerse did surprise Still since the World first peopled did remaine But Men in Mischiefe fondly grown more wise By Bolts vnseene some moe of late are slaine Since some new Sulmons no Deuils did deuise Those Sulphurous Engines bragging GOD againe Which Men yea Towres and Townes in Pieces teare Then Thunder now Men more the Canon feare 88 Those soone start vp which fell whilst as lesse strong By Vulcan forc'd succumbing Thetis ror'd And thundring forth the Horrour of her Wrong The Burden vrg'd straight in Disdaine restor'd The airie Region raging all a long Which Death to them did suddainly afford And by a Blow most strange no Scarre being found The Bones all broken and the Flesh still sound 89 Those whom of Earth the Superfice as forc'd Did beare not burie suffer not receaue By men euen dead as oft aliue extorc'd To Auarice else Crueltie still Slaue Those shall from Dust no sooner be diuorc'd Then they who sought the Center for a Graue Whose Bodies with their Soules did seeme to striue Which first at Hell should with most Haste arriue 90 The mutinous Hebrewes who gainst him repin'd Whose Face as glorious Rayes reflecting still Com'd from the Thunderer like cleare Lightning shin'd GODS Secretarie who first pen'd his Will As soone as they whose Dust no Weight confin'd They rise whom Earth did burie first then kill To offer bent Pride burning in their Brests As like Himselfe whom Pluto tooke for Priests 91 That scorn'd Diuiner is with them expos'd Fooles who fore-know not for their Fate prouide Who by his Wife when lurking was disclos'd And whom at last Earth did as strangely hide And that the Caue which burn'd might so be clos'd He as Romes Best who vnder Ground did ride There greedie to doe good or to get Fame That where his Bodie died might liue his Name 92 Some Feauer strange when Surfets seeme to moue Those of the Earth who in the Entraills dwell Whilst it though trembling raging seemes to proue If it may drinke the World and spue forth Hell They from the Dust as quickly shall remoue As those by Pouder who in Pouder fell By Tyrants fierce being pin'd no freed from Paine VVho falne on Earth or toss'd through Air remaine 93 Now Orpheus shall not neede as Poets faine To charme the Furies with harmonious Sounds Nor Hercules by Violence in vaine To force the Dungeons of the shadowie Bounds The Guests below shall once turne backe againe To see what they haue lost superiour Rounds The Prince of Darknesse will be pleas'd with this Since sure to haue them judg'd for euer his 94 The Earth her Entraills quickly shall discharge That GOD all who had Soules at once may see His Prisoners at last Death must enlarge At that Great Iubilie all once set free Who were so long in passing Charons Barge Some from Obliuions Flood brought backe shall be Ere Cerberus can barke all shall be gone And ere they can be miss'd turn'd euerie one 95 Those whom soft Egypt alwayes Slaue to Lust By Spices Oyntment Baumes and Odours rare To scorne Corruption and to mocke the Dust Did keepe when lost with a ridiculous Care And vs'd as Pledges whyles to purchase Trust Their Bones worth Nought when clad worth lesse when bare Their Vailes renew'd no sooner they resume Then whom at first Corruption did consume 96 Those Piramids whose Points seem'd threatning Heauen Not solitarie Tombes but courted Thrones The huge Mausoleum one of Wonders seuen That Obeliske which grac'd Augustus Bones Late Monuments those aemulous to Euen Of Marber Porphyr Iasp and precious Stones None hides his Guest from this great Iudges Sight Nor yet him sends more gorgeous to the Light 97 Of Place the Distance distant Time not breedes Some who one Field empurple by their Fall Whose Entraills straight another Mansion needes Lest else Corruption might encroach on all Their Bodies Friends as whyles for Pompe succeeds Not seeme farre borne to burie but enstall But though each Part a seuerall Kingdome takes A suddaine Vnion now one Moment makes 98 That Dreame-diuiner by two Tribes call'd Syre Though by them lost who did his Brethren saue His Dust from Goshen quickly shall retire And with the Rest a second Hymen haue Where he when dead as Faith did first inspire Where His might liue Possession did receaue Or since by Him so benefited once That Land ingrate to frustrat of his Bones 99 The third Time then some liue from Tombes rais'd twise Their Resurrection represented else Whom Death it seem'd did but a while disguise For acting Wonders which Amazement tells When wak'd by Force as who did drousie rise They drawn from Lethe or Obliuions Cells Straight with the Place all Priuiledge did leaue Made as who dream'd or in high Feauers reaue 100 Till soar'd from hence where they so long haue striu'd Still charg'd with Flesh all Soules infirme remaine And with their Burdens those who were reuiu'd Their former Frailties did resume againe So that vnknowing where a whyle they liu'd Maim'd Memorie was bounded by the Braine Through earthly Organs Spectacles impure Soules reach but Objects such as they procure 101 Some fondly curious would haue then enquir'd VVhat Lodgings last those Both-world-guests did leaue Which if remembred reuerenc'd and admir'd They would not wrong by Words what none conceaue Great Paul whose selfe could not tell how retird VVhom the third Heauen when rauish'd did receaue He what he saw return'd could not relate Past Mortalls Senses to Immortalls greate 102 Such Soules when last to their first Tents turn'd backe Their Toyles thereby and others Glory grew Whilst to the VVorld that VVay GOD cleare would make That Faith when firme might Death it selfe subdue But then they Flesh as when first left did take Which now at last the LORD will all renew Their Resurrection when no Time confines Whilst rais'd ripe Fruites of what they first were Signes 103 Thus the great Tisbit strangelie did restore That none might trouble haue who gaue him rest Her Sonne whose Victualls did when waste waxe more Like to the like when in like State distrest That Prophet did who crau'd his Spirit in store Not to be press'd by such a second guest Whose Graue wak'd one that there he might not sleepe Where he when dead a quickning power did keepe 104 The blest Bethanian highlie shall reioyce When next he calls who show'd such tender loue As euen to weep for him as a chiefe choyce Till he was brought free from white bands aboue The first who in the graue did heare that Voyce Which from all Graues must make their guests remoue And greater Power when glorified may show Then from fraile Flesh when but breath'd forth below 105 Those soone start vp who quickly come to Light As to applaud what was accomplish'd known CHRISTS acting suffrings when most low at
thy Soule Poore sinfull Wretch who then art toss'd with Breath Whilst desp'rat Anguish no way can controule The raging Torrent of consuming Wrath In euery Corner where thy Eyes can roule Their sweetest showes more bitter are then Death Who can expresse thy Feelings or thy Feares Which euen Repentance can not helpe with Teares 43 To looke aloft if thou dare raise thy Sight Weigh'd down as damn'd by guiltie actions gone What Horrour Terrour Errour all affright Thee trembling thee who out of tyme do'st grone Oft shall thou wish that thee falne Mountaines might Hyde from his Face who sittes vpon the Throne But ah in vaine a lurking Place is sought Nought can be couered now no not one Thought 44 The dreadfull Noyse which that great Day proclaimes When mix'd with Sighes and Shouts from Mortalls here O how deform'd a Forme Confusion frames None can well thinke till that it selfe appeare Whilst Clouds of Smoake deliuered are of Flames They darken would their Birth it them would cleare But whilst Both striue None Victorie attaines This endlesse Darkenesse bodes that endlesse Paines 45 If seeking Helpe from thy first Parent slyme Lo Plutoes Palace Dongeons of Despaire As fyr'd by Furies kindled by thy Cryme Ben to encroach on interdicted Aire Do gape to swallow thee before the tyme Whom they foresee damn'd for a Dweller there Heauen ouer thy Head Hell burnes beneath thy Feet As both in Rage to fight with Flammes would meet 46 With Owlie Eyes which horride Lightnings blind This to admire the Reprobat not neede Match'd with the Horrours of a guiltie Mind Nought from without but Pleasure can proceed Sinke in their Bosomes Hells and they shall find More vglie things a Iuster feare to breed Of all most loath'd since first the World began No greater Monster then a Wicked Man 47 All sorts of Creatures soone consum'd remaine Crush'd by their death whose lyues on them depend Their treasons partners whom they entertaine Mans Forfeiture doth too towards them extend Whom since they can no further serue againe True Vassalls thus they with their Lords will end Though oft they them like Tyrants did abuse Whom as Ingrate their Dusts that day accuse 48 Ere it we can call com'd that which is past Charg'd with Corruption flowlie I pursue Since without Hope to reach though following fast That which like lightning quickly scapes the view I where I cannot walke a compasse cast And must seeke wayes to common knowledge due For Mortalls eares my Muse tunes what she sings With earthly Colours painting Heauenly things 49 The last Deluge of Vniuerfall Wrath To wash the Earth defiled all with Sinne So to prolong their litle pufts of Breath High Mountaines Tops both Sexes striu'd to winne But of accesse what Fort can frustrat death Death did attend them there where they did runne With Paine and feare choak'd dash'd ere dying dead Death doubled so was but more grieuous made 50 So when the flamming waues of wasting Fyre Ouer all the World do riotouslie rage Some to the Depths for safetie shall retire As Thetis kisse could Vulcans Wrath asswage But that Lieutenant of his Makers Ire Makes all the Elements straight beare his Badge Scorch'd Earth being op'ned swallowes Thousands down Aire thickned choakes with smoake and Waters drown 51 The halting Lemnian highly shall reuenge The ancient Scorne of other equall Powers Both strong and swift though lame what Wonder strange He in his Madnesse all the Rest deuoures His Fiercenesse first his Mother toyles to change But hauing him embrac'd she likewise lours And with her Sonne doth furiously conspire Straight from pure Air being All transform'd in Fire 52 This Heat with Horrour may congeale all Harts Lifes Bellowes toss'd by Breath which still doth moue That Fanne which doth refresh the inward Parts Euen it shall make the Brest a Fornace proue That Signe of Life which oft arriues and partes Boyles all within else burnes it selfe aboue At that dread Day denouncing endlesse Night All smoake not breath whilst Flames giue only Light 53 That stormie Tyrant which vsurpes the Air Whilst Woll rain'd downe from Heauen doth him enfold A liquid Pillar hinging at each Hair Sneez'd fiercely forth when shaking all for Cold He clad with Flames a firie Leader thair Makes feeble Vulcan by his Aide more bold Whose Bellowes fostred by the Others Blast May soone forge Ruine Instruments to wast 54 The Lands Great Creature Nurceling of the East Which Ioues extreamely and with Zeale adores In Spirit and Nature both aboue a Beast Whilst charg'd with Men he through the Battell roares And his arm'd Match of Monsters not the least Whose Scales defensiue Horne inuasiue gores Whilst foming Flames as other to prouoke Straight joyn'd in Dust their Battell ends in Smoke 55 The craftie Foxe which Numbers doth deceaue To get not be a Prey shall be a Prey The Embrions Enemie Womens that conceaue As who might giue him Death their Birth to stay That rauenous Wolfe which Blood would alwayes haue All then a Thought more quickly shall decay No Strength then stands such Weaknesse went before Nor yet base Slight meere Foolishnesse and more 56 The Hart whose Hornes as Greatnesse is to all Do seeme to grace are Burdens to his Head With swift though slender Legges when Wounds appall Which cures himselfe where Nature doth him lead And with great Eyes weake Heart oft Dangers Thrall The warie Hare whose Feare oft Sport hath made Do seeke by Swiftnesse Death in vaine to shunne As if a Flight of Flames could be outrunne 57 The painted Panther which not fear'd doth gore Like some whose beauteous Face foule Minds defame The Tiger Tigrish past expressing more Since crueltie is noted by his Name The able Ounce strong Beare and fooming Bore Mans Rebells since GOD did Man his proclaime Though fierce all faint and know not where to turne They see their old Refuge the Forrests burne 58 The mildest Beasts importing greatest Gaine Which others Crimes made Altars only touch By whom they cloth and feede not crying slaine The Christians Image only true when such Their growing Snowes which Arts fraile Colours staine Was wrong'd when faind of Gold since worth more much But precious things the Owners Harmes oft breede The Fleeces Flames the Bodies doe succede 59 The Flocks for Profite vs'd in euery Part Though them to serue they make their Masters bow And are the Idoles of a greedy Hart Which as old Egypt doth adore a Cow Like Hannibals which Fabius mock'd by Art As walking Torches all runne madding now By Phoebus tickled they to startle vs'd But Vulcan ruder makes them rage confus'd 60 Their Martiall Cheiftan Mastiues Rage to stay Pasiphaes Louer Venus dayly Slaue With brandish'd Hornes as mustering first doth stray Then throwes them downe in Guard a Match to craue Straight like the Colchian Bulles ere Iasons Prey He Flames not fain'd doth breath but not to braue Like that of Phalaris whom one did fill He tortur'd bellowing doth ly bullering still
count his Host Had sought all meanes by which they might be lost 49 All Salaminaes Straits disgorge againe Those whom they swallow'd and disgested had But broken Squadrons are restor'd in vaine Since with no Armes no with no Garment clad Whilst both the parts then joyn'd in one remaine Great is the Number but the Cause is bad Who striu'd for State both as most abiect bow Greekes and Barbarians no way differ now 50 By this last Blast those do assemble all At diuerse tymes who in the Depths fell dead By him almost preuenting Persias fall Who the Greeke Empire had abortiue made Who charg'd with Chaines lay for his Father thrall An Act more great then all his Hostes to lead From Vertues hight this generous course did come A Man most vitious Armies might ouercome 51 The last great Act which Athens did intend It Thousands did defraud their funerall Right Which did presage their Greatnesse neere an end Whose State then chang'd as hauing past the hight Those to pursue that then did Armies send From that tyme forth did for their confines fight A mightie Town whose growing nought could stay When com'd to faile doth wither soone away 52 Their greatest Captain fondly being remou'd The other cold procur'd what he diuinde Who happie first last most vnhappie prou'd Vaine superstition vilified his Minde But Siracusa yet to stand behou'd Whose ruine was for greater foes design'd And those by Sea to winne more Land who striu'd Drownd in the Sea were of all Land depriu'd 53 Faire Sicile long still by great States being sought As fertile Fields weake owners did entyse The fatall Lists where Rome and Carthage fought When all the World was made the Victors pryse Thy bounds oft bath'd with Blood was dearely bought Which Strangers still else Tyrants did surpryse Thy Sea the Stage where Death oft act'd with Wounds Must muster manie when the Trumpet sounds 54 Earst Athens Pirrhus Carthage Rome in Ire Their hungrie Hopes whilst Ceres fill'd with Dreames To daunt that People proudlie did aspire Not fearing Scilla nor Charibdis Streames Nor thundring Aetna vomiting forth Fire Nor Vulcans Forge nor monstrous Giants Names No Plutoes selfe who wedded in those Fields His conquer'd Hells to greedy men he yeelds 55 Those whose great Valour did so honour Wrong That each eternall Pen it yet renownes Who Riualls liu'd in loue of Glorie long And though but Cities did dispose of Crownes Those two by Sea did striue who was most strong As all the Earth could not containe two Townes Each State the World lesse then it selfe contriues A just Proportion Ruine only giues 56 That hautie Race which Kings in Triumph led All not being pleas'd with parting of the Spoyles That Fishes might as well as Beasts be fed The Land else glutted by their guiltie Broyles They on the Sea a Sea of Blood did shed Which wash'd by Waues away might foyle their Soyles That them to plague no Furie Place could find All Objects raz'd which might vpbraide the Mind 57 A spatious Field the Waters did afford Where floting Armies might their Forces trie When free Men fighting who should be their Lord With too much Valour did their Bondage buy Whilst AEolus did rage and Neptune ror'd More cruell Creatures then Themselues to spie Men of all else which this large Circuit fill Most subtill are and violent in Ill. 58 From liquid Fields where Carcasses are rife Now with his Troupe Volteius Passage finds Who were more bold then fortunat in Strife And dying did triumph ouer Foes Waues Winds Of Fame too greedy prodigall of Life As those whose Soules were Strangers to their Minds Who lose their owne to gaine from others Breath Life by Opinion seeke for certaine Death 59 When Father Sonne and Brother bound in Law Did pledge their Liues who only should be free Pale Neptune once at Actium wondring saw His Chrystall Walks all as congeal'd in Tree Which from their Kingdomes diuerse Kings did draw To know whose Slaues they were ordain'd to be As both till clear'd from what they crau'd would stand Two on the Sea did fight for all the Land 60 To lose their Owne or others Shippes to winne When loftie Legions did a Purpose take Of Winds Waues Armes Oares Sounds Showts blowes the din Gaue bold men Courage made the Cowards quake Whilst sloting Forrests did together rin Which Neptune Mars and AEolus made shake The Bellies big with Men abortiue burst By thundring Engines violated first 61 When this Encounter had made many smart A stately meeting terrible to thinke Shippes without Kindnesse kiss'd yet loth to part Stood strugling long which should the other sinke Till some oft pierc'd and past all Hope of Art For Poyson last as desprat Floods did drinke And that none might their conquer'd Ensignes clame Slipt vnder Seas as if to hide their Shame 62 But hautie Romans storm'd to be withstood And vs'd to conquere maruail'd to be match'd From Floods in vaine some drinking backe their Blood Halfe kill'd halfe drown'd Death by two Darts dispatch'd There where they fought whilst Bodies pau'd the Flood Till emptie first no wooden Caue was catch'd O how that Life seemes foule which blots Fames Bookes In Glories Glasse whilst generous Courage lookes 63 Whilst Mars as yet a doubtfull Iudge did proue The barbarous Queene fled with Pelusian Slaues Who liu'd in her with her did straight remoue Not fear'd no not as who in Feauers reaues He fled not Foes but follow'd on his Loue For whom the Hope of all the World he leaues Who vanquish'd Armies oft a Woman foyld Who all of All him of himselfe she spoyld 64 The Seas surrender at that dreadfull Blast Troupes of all Lands which in their Depthes did fall Which Foes fell down rise as in League at last The Cause being common which doth joyne them all Not onely Ancients famous in Times past But Turkes and Christians thence a voyce doth call Whom euen when raging raging Floods supprest That Waues might tosse them still who would not rest 65 What Turband Band abandons Thetis Bowres By their Misfortune fortunat to Fame Who by a ROYALL PENNES Eternall Powers Reft backe from Death Breath whilst Men Breath doth clame How those still Turkes were baptiz'd in few Houres Where Azure Fields fom'd forth a hoarie Streame This my GREAT PHOEBVS tun'd to Trumpets Sounds Whose stately Accents each strange Tongue rebounds 66 Not onely thus by barbarous Bands ou'rthrowne Some whome CHRIST bought a floting Tombe confines But by themselues like Pagans spoyld though knowne In liquid Plaines a Number Breath resignes Whilst those who toyle to make the World their owne Doe with Deuotion paint most damn'd Designes That they when all things else haue faild for Baites May Superstition vse to angle States 67 When hautie Philip with this I le in Loue Whose Rage to raigne no Reason could appease As oft by Fraud it last by Force would proue To barren Spaine whose fertile Fields did please He send huge Hulks which did like