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A16663	The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars.; Novissima tuba. English	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1635 (1635)	STC 3569; ESTC S106132	46,858	112

one stock land and line Fl. Yet small resemblance twixt thy state mine De. True I confesse it yet I tell thee plaine Nor thou nor any that alive remaine Can me when I am present passe excell With fitter frame of joynts though ere so wel With more just mixture of the Elements With fairer structure of corps lineaments Or stronger state of body but I say ● being present am more choyce than they Fl. Me thinks this is most strange how can this be De. Because even Natures-selfe hath chosen me ●or her Anatomy Thou know'st right well ●hat all that doe in Surgery excell ●nd Physicke choose for their Anatomie Corps that surpasse in beauties excellencie Fl. T is true indeed of such as hanged be Then in that number I must reckon thee And therefore tell me for what fact so foule Hast thou beene hanged and so left thy soule De. Well wanton wench for all thy witty prate I 'll be thy wooer and thy wedded-mate Fl. Ha ha ha ha I never shall desire Such a yoke-fellow to me to acquire As will me make quite weary of my life And fill my marriage-bed with hate and strife When for my Spouse I shall embrace a Spirit And stinking smels of rottennesse inherit No with the proverb rather I 'd like well To dye a Virgin and leade Apes in hell De. So so meane while I must I will embrace thee Fl. hands off or to thy Graves Ghosts I 'll chase thee De. Soft sister soft untoucht I 'll touch take thee Thou art deceiv'd if thou think'st to forsake me Or scape my hands Delay not instantly If Death but say the word thou sure shalt dye I stand unmov'd when thou art mov'd molested I rise unhurt when thou by Death art rested He which thee spoiles spares not or sexe or age Conditions rare face faire or head most sage Perhaps thou'lt say thou say'st no more than truth That nothing is than Death more full of ruth More tart and terrible more curst unkinde As who to looke on mens looks is most blinde Is deafe and dumb to heare or answer treats Is pittilesse perniciously downe beates Without distinction or least difference All lyable to 's lawlesse violence Not having least respect to good or bad But forcing all to one condition sad Fl. Aye me poore wretch must my flesh delicate Which fragrant flowers adorne and decorate Which sweet perfumes with odours rare perfume Must these faire joynts to rottennesse consume And all their moysture and their milk-white hew Be dry'd drawne out by such an Elfe as you De. Damsell disdaine it not these sinews bare These rigid bones have grasped Ladies faire Equall to thee for bodies beauty bright For dignities and honours utmost height For smooth and soft conditions deare as thou These oft I make to my embraces bow Fl. Embrace them still so thou lett'st me alone What shall these dainty fingers ever knowne To touch and strike the warbling Lute-strings sweet Enamell'd with pure azure-veines regreet Shall these I say once touch thy clay-cold wrists Or shall this haire of mine in curious twists And rare layd wreaths bound up with garlands deckt And odoriferous perfumes to affect The nisest nosthrils like Sols sun-beames bright Shall these under thine Eagle-tallons light Shall this high forehead and these temples faire Adorn'd with Aprils prime-sprung flowers most rare Fall underneath thy raw-bon'd fingers harmes Shall these my snow-white alablaster armes Fitted for onely amorous kinde embraces Feele thy cold-icey grasping pawes disgraces Shall these my tinckling teachable fine feet Accustomed to Measures Dances sweet Dance into thy darke cell the loathsome grave Or finally shall this my Body brave So neat compleat so worthy admiration Yeelding to amorous eyes such delectation Be shut up in a vile and filthy urne And into noysome putrefaction turne De. Spare farther speech I none of these respect I neither doe thy fingers fine affect Though ere so small or slender shining faire With golden rings and sparkling Diamonds rare I care not for thy tender lovely locks Though glistring like pure wooll among the flocks I care not for thy temples faire and high Though deckt with fragrant flowrs most curiously I care not for thine armes more white than snow Or than the purest Ivie that can grow I care not for thy tender tinckling feet Although for wanton dances ere so meete Finally neither can thy body fine Nor any of thy bodies outward shine Allure my minde entice me thee to spare I nought at all for all thy neatnesse care For well thou know'st for this thy Candor quaint Painters doe me a mans dead karkasse paint Consisting of bare bones with sinews joynd Where thou nor eares nor eyes nor nose canst finde Naked deformed ugly to be seene Of neither sexe handling a Sithe most keene O artificiall piece of Painters wise Deform'd indeed but full of mysteries And wilt thou Damsell heare me them relate For thy sake then I 'll do 't most accurate Although therein thy outward beauty gay I nought regard Then listen these are they First I am shewn with hollow holes no eyes To signifie I no mans person prize Of whatsoever power or dignity Of whatsoever wealth or quality I also am described without eares To shew that death no mans petition heares And that no prayer or humblest supplication Can of my furie finde least mitigation I pourtray'd am without a Nose to smell Thereby vaine dainty Damsell thee to tell And thee lascivious wanton gallant brave That I in thy sweet sents no pleasure have Againe I pictur'd am naked and bare To intimate that I doe nothing care For earthly substance or for treasure great For bribes or gifts which worldly wise doe cheate I also am depainted without skin Or flesh or bloud all raw-bon'd meagre thin To shew assure O Damsell delicate O spruce nice youths too fond effeminate That neither your rare glistring beauty bright Nor vaine faire out sides can me ought delight Yet further I in neither sexe am showne Whereby it may be eviden●ly knowne That I have firme resolved not to spare Or male or female whatsoere they are Finally I am figur'd still to stand With a most large and sharp Sithe in my hand To shew that as the Mower in the field Makes Corne and Grasse unto his Sithe to yeeld So I from off the earth doe all men mow As thus the Poet pithily doth show Sicut ante falcem seges Ante mortem summi Reges That is As Corne before the Sithe most keene So in Deaths presence Kings are seene Fl. And art thou so inexorable Death That thou spar'st none bereavest all of breath De. I I spare none not one who ere they be Fl. Alas this seemeth most unjust to mee What dost thou lusty lively youths destroy But newly stept upon the brincke of joy Together with the old decrepid Sire Who worne with age seems every houre t' expire And breathe his last by aches curelesse paines And therefore counts

thy presence precious gaines De. All 's one to me the youngling or the sage Fl. Alas what profit's then in youthfull age Since youth and old age have but one condition And must submit to Fates most dire commission De. Indeed if thou dost their condition eye They both are subject to Mortality But if their probable-departure hence Thou mayst discerne this onely difference As young-men soone may dye though ere so strong So old-men can't alive continue long Death is for old-men ever at the gate For young-men he with nets and snares doth wait To old-men he is still before their eyes To young-men close behinde their backes he lyes Death is the child hood of weake infancie Death is the lad-age of our childe-hoodry Death is the youth of our lad-age estate Death is the manly-hood of youthfull fate Death is the old-age of our man-hood stout Death after old age doth decrepid flout For Death is of Decrepid-age the Death And thus t is plaine that None that ere drew breath Could sheltred be in such a close estate But Death made entrance in Him soone or late Fl. Alas I surely thought but plainly see I did but gull my selfe that None like Mee So lusty lively in their youthfull-blood So fresh in flower of age so quickly shood Be nipt and cropt but might make truce with death And so enjoy a longer happier breath De. O no for short is that felicity Which still is tended with fragility Fl. Ah though t is short yet who desires it not De. He that a tyresome tedious life hath got Fl. Yet euen he would scape death if he might De. Hast thou nere heard or read those lessons right That 't is farre best not to be borne at all Or soone to leave this life most tragicall That dead than living are in happier state That nought than Sleepe does Death more personate That Death 's the hav'n of ills the help 'gainst woe The onely easer of all griefes that grow That all must dye that death concludes all strife That death is better happier farre than life Fl. That I have read them oft to minde I call But held none true and so forgot them all De. It seemes indeed th' are all slipt out of minde Fl. True for those things in which no joy we finde We scarce beleeve and eas'ly let them goe De. But say think'st thou that thou shalt die or no Fl. I thinke I shall but yet withall I hope The day 's farre off ere Death with me will cope De. We hope things good we hate things that are bad And what can worse be either held or had Than a continuall warfare jarre and strife And still to prop a transitorie life Fle. O but what ere does please gives ease to all De. And canst thou that a pleasant passage call Which is encombred with so many Straites Whereon fierce famine thirst and labour waits Crosses and losses and a sea of woe Which from corrupted life doe fleet and flow Fl. Men us'd to paine are not so passionate And we are so inur'd to such a state And daily so acquainted with all these That we scarse feele them or though felt they plese De. Wouldst thou not count it a choice benefit If one would thee of these dire fetters quit Fl. Yes I should hold it the best favour found If first I could beleeve that I am bound De. Peace peace for shame canst thou not plainely see Lifes discommodities base bonds to be Fl. O spare me prethee till I think them so Till I beleeve them such pray let me goe De. Nay now I smell thy Foxe-like fallacie I 'll not doe so nor shalt thou so me tye As once one did who spying me draw neere And brandishing this fatall-Sithe I beare Still in my hand This onely suit did make That with my deadly dart I would not take His life from him untill he quite had done His deepe devotions pious prayers begun Which finished hee 'd thanke me very much And quietly to dye would never grutch I having ea●●ly granted his petition And bound my selfe by oath to this condition Not once to touch him till he quite had ended His orizons and prayers so pretended He instantly left off left me deluded And from that time he with himselfe concluded And made a vow he never Death would pray To spare him more unto his dying-day Mayd 't is most easie never to beleeve Things we desire not and which most us grieve But I will deale with thee another way And cause thee instantly aside to lay This vicious most pernicious fond opinion Then lend an eare put off thou wanton Minion Thy carnall-nicenesse for I 'll now declare Things which to thee most wholsome healthsome are Hee 's teachable that diligently heares Shew thy selfe such and lend me thy prest eares So shalt thou surely understand and finde That I have herein bin to thee most kinde Fl. O Death I 'll heare thee most attentively But O I would not have thee in mine eye De. Then shut thine eyes onely set ope thine eares And now first tell me how thou spend'st thy yeares How thou employst thy selfe what paines dost take What dost thou daily thy chiefe pleasure make That thou art so much taken and delighted With Lifes false fleeting sweets more fitly slighted Fl. O Sir my Exercises be most sweet And to my nature every way most meet I feele no frying heat nor freezing cold My hand did never wheele or distaffe hold My heart in serious studies I nere pent To sweeter pleasures I my selfe have bent Namely in delicate delights to flow To please my tooth to publike sports to goe To swim in luscious liquor sparkling wine To be arayd in vestures rich and fine To be a guest at banquets nuptiall-feasts To be at Playes and other joviall-jests To dance lascivious measures spend the nights With youthfall Gallants juvenile delights On rich embroydered beds of Doune to lie My flesh in sweet hot bathes to clarifie Finely to feed fully to sleepe and snort To fill my flesh with pleasures of each sort De. But that thou maist thine own prime-state review And take a just account and reckoning true How thou hast spent each day from morn to night What speciall work does this taske expedite Fl. I never worke nor any worke desire My onely businesse is earths joyes t' acquire De. What joyes are they I prethee to me show Sure they be rare whence such rare love doth grow Fl. My chiefest care is for my cloaths and meat My dainty breakfast in my bed to eate Which is provided in such costly wise That nothing wants my palate to suffice This proeme past that all things may concurre To answer my desires in bed I stirre And rowle my selfe by soft-degrees most slow As when a doore smooth on the hinge doth goe And thus a sweet and soaking nap I take Desirous nothing more to shun forsake Then forreine quarrels and domesticke strife From publike tumults to preserve my

Who ere thou art under this vizard grim Horrid Hobgoblin-like which dost beset And thus unseas'nably our household fret And fright and much disquiet our sweet rest Know this that thou canst nought at all molest Or terrifie my soule no though thou bring A thousand deadly darts and dost them fling With utmost furie and this Court surround Yet with least feare thou never canst me wound What though my carnall Mayde the flesh be frighted For shee 's indeed with nicenesse o're-delighted And unacquainted with so grim aspects And such unpleasing spectacles neglects Yet my prepared soule shakes off such feares And all such frights as buzing-flyes out-beares Then cut off all delayes make plaine relation What is thy name and proper compellation De. I fright not folkes with any Titles strange Nor yet with many mighty names doe range My name is short yet sharp to what hath breath And I by all am vulgarly call'd Death So. 'T is very well Fl. But fare you well were better His hideous presence does me feare and fetter De. But Lady if you please I will more plaine Explaine my selfe I to the heavenly Traine Am hasty-Herald Bodies Dissolution Th' Inevitable-End The Resolution Of all things And the Robber of Mankinde To thee being sent thee friendly to unbinde And set at liberty this thy nice-Mayd The flesh to see in her Sepulture layd Fl. What Sepulture I pray De. An earthly bed With a clay-pillow underneath thy head Fl. I have no need of such a Chamberlaine To make a Bed for me so coorse and plaine I have already beds more soft and sweet And than thy bed for m● me thinks more meet So. I think you meane the Grave to be your bed De. You think most true hit the nayle o' th head This I have ready made then let your Mayd Goe downe with me for therefore have I stayd And therefore am I hither come to thee And this demand is thus commanded me So. Nor may I such Commission disobey Fl. O my deere Mistresse send him soone away O will you now forsake me O wherein Have I so farre to you offensive bin Thus to be left have I not still regarded And done your will and must be thus rewarded Peace Mayd we must resistlesse-Fate obay Death is not sent to be sent backe with Nay And surely if thou soundly didst conceive And rightly weigh these things thou wouldst perceive And see and say that thus thou much dost gaine Rather than any detriment sustaine Fl. O when shall I this Paradoxe hold true So. When sense doth yeeld and reason doth subdue Fl. Must then my sense to reason so submit So. I by all meanes it is most just and fit Fl. O strange then what have you my Mistresse done Who have bin still by my perswasions won And all this while to them have lent your eare Listning to me your Mayde without all feare Whiles I my selfe was wholly led along And taken up with lustfull senses strong I still was angling with this hooke and bait And you to catch it greedily did waite Thus you with least allurements I could traine From Prayers to Playes things sacred to prophane Thus not your reason but my carnall-sense Led you along with fearelesse confidence Why then doe you now reason so much presse Which you your selfe so long did thus transgresse So. O Mayden Mayden this is it indeed ●hat makes me now so willing to be freed And thee forsake unlesse my soule I 'll kill ● freely must confesse I did thy will But O my soule thou hast an Inmate bin Too long alas in this darke house of sin Yet be not sorry that I now must leave thee And that thy Mother Earth must now receive thee ●Whence first I thee received as my friend And whither now I doe thee recommend For 't is that I may thee enjoy againe A body farre more faire without least stayne Fl. Is 't possible that I can fairer be By lying in the earth disioyn'd from thee Who but a mad man can beleeve this thing ●hat such a place should glistring beauty bring ●nd make my flesh more faire where earth 's my bed ●he Grave 's my house and wormes on me are fed So. Yet thus 't will be For dost thou not now find ●hat sleepe makes thee of livelier fresher minde Fl. What then So. What sleep is that is death also Fl. But death is too too long a sleepe I trow So. Why shouldst thou judge so who would think sleeps Too long whom in her armes his Mother keeps Fl. Rather his Step-dame who 'd not that refuse So. Thou dost thy Mother most unkindly use Is not the Earth thy naturall-mother just From thence thou cam'st thither returne thou must Thou hitherto art most unworthy knowne Of my aboad with thee and kindnesse showne I have but us'd thee as an Inne by th' way Wherein although I peradventure may Lodge for a night yet may not there remaine Feare not to die then death shall be thy gaine Since t is a Passage and sets-ope the gate Of a more happie life more blessed state De. Forbeare I pray these tedious altercations Death cannot suffer such procrastinations Many great tasks on me imposed are Which I must expedite with speciall care So. And we will readily heavens will obay Onely forbeare a little while I pray Till I have made my Maid more fit for thee For she is nice and timorous you see And is much frighted at thy fearfull face Stand by therefore I pray a little space Till I but onely her more pl●ant make To thy unwelcome message and to take My wholsome counsels admonitions free Which being done I will most readie be To tread the foot-steps of that Gorgias grave In sweet desire my passage forth to have Who being asked once if willingly He was content to leave this life and dye Answer'd Yes truly For I go hence glad As from a rotten ruin'd Cottage bad De. I pray proceed then and perform your mind So. Come neere my Flesh to me thy Mrs. kinde Prepare thy plyant eares and facile heart To these last precepts which I 'le now impart Fl. Deare Mistresse speake for whatsoere you say I ready am to heare to grant obay So. Friends parting-words most inly penetrate And ●he sad sighes they then ejaculate Do in the hearers heart stampe deepe impression And make them yeeld farre more intent concession We both are now a long-farewell to take And I from thee and thou from me must make A separation and disunion large Come hither then and heare my parting-charge Prepare and fit thy selfe forthwith for Death Before he fiercely comes to stop thy breath Forsake those pleasures wherewith heretofore Thou wast engaged yea ingulft all ore Leave them I say and being left despise them And henceforth as thy souls chiefe murtherers prize them And now the small remains of time yet lent To gaine thy God in Christ let whole be spent The fight is short the victory is

is the light of lights The rest and receptacle of delights Life of all living seat of travellers The palme the prize the crowne of conquerers S. O who can Gods great goodnesse understand How wondrous are the works of his right hand Yesterday I was in earths darknesse dimme To day in heavens resplendent lustre trimme Yesterday in the roaring Lyons power To day i th' hands of my sweet Saviour Yesterday brought unto the gates of hell To day in Paradise where joyes excell Yesterday in the worlds circumf'rence round To day in Abrahams bosome blestly found O that men living on the earth below Did least part of celestiall joyes well know Then solely seriously all paines the'yd take In holy duties no least losse they 'd make Of precious time which no man can regaine Nor would so fruitlesly their lives retaine Divines would then more study lives than learning More to live well than quaint disputes discerning Their chiefe philosophy they would it deeme To know Christ and him crucifi'de esteeme Grave Oratours would not so breake their brains To vent strong lines invent such losty strains As holily and heartily to speake And by good works from guilded words would break The worlds great traders would more piously Endure and not procure an injurie And count a quiet and good conscience best Yea farre beyond the greatest gaine possest Then that intolerable beast most wilde I meane that canker covetice most vilde Would not so rage and rave in courses base But yeeld to time as the fit time of grace Yea all of all sorts would so sparke and shine In holinesse of life and gifts divine That those two sayings at the last great day Should never from their thoughts depart away Go O ye cursed into fire eternall Come O ye blessed to a crowne supernall Oh what can be more harsh more full of wo Than then to heare that bitter saying go But what can better then pronounced be Than that blest invitation i● Come ye Two sentences than one of which none sadder And than the other none was ere heard gladder Oh if men would these throughly ruminate Then they more soundly would recogitate And thinke upon the last and dreadfull day As that on which they must resolve to clay Yea they the judgement-day would duely tender As that on which they must a reck'ning render Then would they muse and meditate on hell As on that lake where woe and horrour dwell And thinke on heaven as on a glorious place And kingdome of incomparable grace Their time yet left to heaven they 'd consecrate Their lampe yet light aloft they 'd elevate No day without a line no line should be Without a guiding-rule to sanctitie No smallest sand out of the houre-glasse Without at least one trickling teare should passe They nothing not time-present would count theirs Whose onely minute all their due appeares The morning they would make dayes inchoation The evening that dayes due examination Their bodies from their beds they soone would raise Their drowsie sleepe they 'd shun without delayes Their candle lighted they betimes would pray And give their God the first-fruits of the day Then they would boldly looke death in the face Yea gladly they 'd invite his hastie pace And being wholly dead to earths false joy They best would live while they seem'd life to ' stroy By dying so they death would deadly wound And by Deaths death their life would best be found Thus they would not count death a pang or paine But rest from sorrow and their greatest gaine Thus earth disdain'd and heav'n obtain'd all blest They would approach the haven of endlesse rest But worldlings alwayes finde by proofe most bad Whiles they breathe out this sentence sowre and sad O death how bitter is the thought of thee To those that earthly peace with wealth do see That unto whom the world 's a blandishment To them it brings from heaven a banishment For two most distant loves do men still make Of two most distant Cities to partake The love of God Ierusalem erects The love of earth proud Babilon protects The place of peace Ierusalem is nam'd Babilon is Seditions seat proclaim'd But they shall nere in Peaces-city dwell Which love not peace but like confusion well O then that men on earth these things would minde They even on earth an heavenly life would finde G. Thou dost indeed most sweetly meditate Things well befitting soules in heavenly state For if men did these things more seriously Discusse and scan and to themselues apply They to the world would sure more strangers be And cleave to God in neerer amitie But we must joy in Gods revealed will Rejoyce in Converts comming to us still Pray the approach of all terrestriall Saints Who this our Cities ruine and restraints Must restaurate and full re-edifie And make complete to all eternity Meane while sweet soule beloved lovely mate Come thou to us with us cohabitate Blest in thy selfe gratefull to us all blest Most blessed in this blessed state of rest Come let us now with interchang'd embraces With mutuall joy new songs go take our places In Gods most admirable Tabernacle All sacred Saints most holy habitacle Now thy once Ministers become thy mates Now 'mongst the lillies in most lovely states 'Mongst troops of glorious Angels shining bright Thy lustre now may glister full of light Yea now thou mayst lye downe on beds of roses Amongst Gods lovely lambes in sweet reposes Come come I say be now exceeding glad That thou art with celestiall beauty clad Ioy in enjoying endlesse joy and peace In Gods blest presence which can never cease S. O most mellifluous sweetnesse most admird O heavenly honey pleasures most desir'd How sweet thou art in serious meditation How farre more sweet in thy due declaration How much more sweet to view and contemplate How most transcendent sweet in blest estate T is not in all I am to set thee forth T is past my power to blaze thy blessed worth But t is enough for me that I possesse thee That being in thee blest I thus do blesse thee That I aloud his laud and praise may sing That plac'd and grac'd me here heav'ns glorious King To whom with Iesus Christ and his blest Spirit Who doth all power and praises wholly merit Even heavens ineffable Trine-unity Be Halelujahs sung eternally Amen Ephes. 5.14 Arise thou that sleepest and stand up from the dead and Christ shall give thee light Bernard An account must be given of all the time lent unto us how it hath beene spent by us Aug. upon Psal. 36. My brethren if ye are perswaded that we shall enjoy any such things in that countrey whe●eunto the celestiall-silver trumpet incites and summons us and for their sakes ye are willing to abstaine from things present that there ye may receive those future comforts more copiously Do then as those men who being invited to a great feast keepe their stomacks empty and are content to abstaine that their appetites may attaine an even insatiate satisfaction FINIS