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death_n	eternal_a	grace_n	sin_n	7,886	5	4.9100	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16936	The ghost of Richard the Third expressing himselfe in these three parts, [brace] 1. His character, 2. His legend, 3. His tragedie : containing more of him then hath been heretofore shewed, either in chronicles, playes, or poems.	Brooke, Christopher, d. 1628.	1614 (1614)	STC 3830.3; ESTC S250	31,774	94

So void of Grace and so exempt from faith What could I looke for but Eternall Death Since all my life was progrest in that Path Now did I fondly wish in my Despayre To be resolu'd to th' Element of Ayre When drowsie Morpheus with his Mace addrest My turbulent spirits to a quiet Truce My Thoughts scarce gaue me sleepe that sleepe no Rest Though bound my Sences yet my Sinne was loose For th' Images of outward Things Imprest In common Sence did as it is their vse Present vnto my waking Phantasie The horrid visions of my Tyrannie For my ●ome●i●● feares that wholy tend To ●xtacies and ●roken sleepes vnfound Did to my 〈◊〉 black ●umes of horror send Rais'd from ●●spare and 〈◊〉 ground Whereon the 〈◊〉 did apprehend And forge such terrible obiects that I found My selfe oft strangled through those dreames of Terror Which shew'd my Death and Hell as through a Mirror Such appa●itions frighted me in sleepe My Conscience vnappea●●d my Sinne still crying These terrible Impressions were so deepe That waking I was Transt and liuing dying I wish't I had beene made a worme to creepe Or from a worthlesse Egge beene hatch't from flying Or like proude N●buchadnez●r to nourish My Beastiall Nature and like Beasts to perrish Thus Sinne a venom'd Tooth from Hell did borrow Which ranckled to the Death with deadly Byte I sorrow'd desperatly because my sorrow Was all too late to helpe my helplesse plight I plow'd vppon my barren Heart whose Furrow Not deaw'd with teares ●or sowne with Seedes Contrite Could yeeld no frute but ranckned with Sinns Ayre For hopeful faith brought Thornes of sharp despaire Damnations feare did make me penitent VVhich Reprobates may haue with Gods Elect But Fayth and Grace whose ends are to repent VVere farre remou'd and absent in Effect I knew my Sinne with Sorrowes languishment In Conscience sincking and in horror wrak't But that Repentance which should saue and raise me Iustice forbids me and despaire denaies me Now Engl●nds Genius doth begin to swell VVhose spirit long supprest breakes out in Fyre The Peeres doe stirr the Commons doe rebell Gyrles great with spleene and VVomen sharpe with Ire Old men take Armes Children new crept from Shell Wrong and Oppression doe with Rage inspire Factions now rend the State in seuerall parts Swords in their hands and vengeance in their hearts Richmond hath set his foote vpon my stand Who out of many letts hath wrought his course And like a Streame which lower Ban●●es withstand Swells o're his Bounds and spreeds his flowing Sourse The wrong incensed Peeres augment his Band And giue his weakenes a resistfull force Of those that did my Tyrannous Yoake still beare None lent their strengths in Loue but all in Feare Who in their staggering doubts of Warres euent And to secure their Howses from Attaint Did set a Coulor on their forst entent And with could Faiths relieued my Hope as faint Distracted were their Mindes their Hearts were rent Weake are the Powers that fight vpon Constraint Of some I tooke firme Hostage to assure them And promisd others Mountaines to procure them From the could North summond by my Commaund I had a Company of Frozen Hearts Who seem'd the very Scar-Crowes of the Land So poore they were ill furnish't at all parts These halfe Fac't staruelings and this Bandles Band These ragged outsides and these tattered Shirts Came as to warme them nere the VVestern Light VVith Mawes to feede rather then Hearts to fight These were the Souldiers that I kept in Pay Such Fayndings neuer yet were prest with Coyne Whose heauy lookes their duller Spirits betray To make hope falter in my Warres designe All sought to loose rather then win the day And seem'd more Richmonds part then friends of myne Yet these I term'd true Hearts with falsed Stile And hartned them with many a hartles Smile And though enuiron'd with a darkesome Feare Yet in my face I forst a seeming light Whose Substance crude and could I did out weare The day in cares in waking Howers the Night Vnsetled were my Motions and did beare Vndoubted semblance of distracted plight My Conscience prick't soliciting my mynd With Blood for my most bloody deedes assignd O how I band the Welch with bitter spite Ap Thomas Griffeth Herbert and their Traine That with poore Richmonds handfull ioyn'd their might To take part with the Meane and leaue the Mayne But when they swore to our defensiue Right With Sence reseru'd they kept their Names from Stayne For I Vsurpt and had noe Right at all Their Gardian Angells prompt their Rize my Fall Yet on I must with these my dangerous Friends To try the Chance of vengeance threatning Warrs Where guilt giues Terror Terror Mischeefe lends And mixe their Malice with my fatall Starres The Deulish Fury in my Brest entends In spite of danger and all opposite Barrs To Cut this knot the mistick Fates conteyne And set my life and Kingdome on this Mayne Richmond comes on relieu'd with still supplies VVhose firmest Faiths giue hart to his iust Ayme S●eeling the Back of his great enterprize VVith Cambro-Brittaines men of taintlesse Name My strength is trustles his in true harts lyes And still encreaseth going like to Fame Angels attend Him with their imminent powre Auspicious are his Starres and mine doe lowre The Prayers of old men and the Nerues of young Giue vigor to his Arme and prompt his Spirit Cur●es and Rage through Tyrany and wrong Attend my Action and my hatefull merit I faint in Millions He in hundreds strong For not the oddes of multitudes inherit The victors Prize since Warre in heauens iust lawes Is euer sway'd by Iustice of the cause Warr's the Tribunall where all deeds of Armes Receiue their equall and their partlesse Doome Not Fortunes Spels nor Legions with their Charmes But must giue Fate Preeminence and Roome Though men like Gyants with their proud Alarm's Doe braue the Heau'ns yet if Ioues Thunder come In awfull veng'ance downe such pride he quailes So not presumption then but truth preuailes The bloody Field is pitcht suruey'd the Ground The Centynels are plac't Perdu's are sent Souldiers entrenched and encamped round And in the midst aduanc'd my shining Tent Counsels assembled for directions found Aduantages propos'd for Detriment All Things dispos'd night comes strong watch wee keep When weighty cares doe summon me to sleepe Now doth my conscience agitate my feares In visions of my waking Phantasie Now each particular action appeares A strong Appealant of my Tyrany Murder sounds horror in my deafned Eares And all my deeds of damn'd impietie Presse to the Barr where I receiue my doome Of death-Stabs heere and infinite to come Me thought I saw in those affrighting Dreames My slaughtred Numbers round about my Bed Op'ning their wounded Mouthes in Crimson Streames And powring Blood vpon my tyrannous Head The Furies Brands me thought shed flaming Beames To wast me in my passage through the dead Where at Hels mouth each howling spirit

defac't That loosing th' office of his Feete he lyes Shamefull and naked to all ●ober eyes So I in thirst of Glorie Rule and State Drinking excessiuely and past my fill Swinging in Lust and Thoughts intemperate Drunke in Ambition and my ●ensuall will Was so transparent in my latest date And all my Good so swallow'd in my Ill Th●t in my staggering Pride and shamefull Fall I grew a Monster and a scorne to all I that once thought that no man could be blest In moderate kinde of Humane blessednes And in my Tyrannous licence did suggest To comprehend in Pompe all Happines Gaue Reignes to Lust and in my Will supprest The rule of Reason mans sole Souereignesse That to the Worlds Doome still prefer'd mine owne And pitcht my hopes no lower then a crowne I that did make no conscience to Plot And perpetrate all Beastiall cruelty That harrow'd Earth and Hell for what I got As if those Tipes would last Eternally In Goodnes cold in Mischiefe euer hot And in my damned Tracts of Pollicie Had sowne mens Harts and with vnfeeling Taints Did dye my Hands in Innocent blood of Saints I that could taint soules with corrupting Breath And from their Brests roote Faith and Pietie Steeling their Spirits for Acts of closest Death And suck the hart of their abilitie Then raise fresh bloods and set the dry beneath Fester'd in conscience of their villany Then rack them with delayes reward with ayre And laugh to see them perish in despaire I that at best held Vertue and Religion No other Things but well mixt Elements Nor Vice nor Ill but H●mors Disposition Depraued by the Bodies Instruments Esteem'd the Soule subiect to Deaths corruption Nor thought all these but naturall Euents And their disorder cur'd by Phisicks Skill And nothing subiect to th' Eternall Will Now did my Conscience that lay smothered Vnd●r this Pile of Damn'd Impietie And seem'd as with greene fuell Maistered Conceall'd and prison'd in Obscuritie Shew'd that by Sin 't was rather comforted Then any way depriu'd of Facultie And in their Flame did rage so much the more By how much it did seeme restrain'd before Now all my Acts of Murder Sinne and Shame Bred by Ambition and my tyrannous VVill Appear'd vpon my Head like A●tn●'s Flame Or like a Beacon fyr'd vpon a Hill Now Rumor giues the Eccho to my Fame Vprores and Insurrections gin to fill All places vast and now in feare I start To fall beneath the mountaine of my Hart. O how I curst my Aspick Flatterie That shed such ve●ome in my Rationall Powre I curst the Glasse that so corruptedly Did shew the face of vice to smile not lowre Now for each priuiledg'd Mischiefe did I lye A Butt to Torment and a fearefull Showre By the Black vapor of my Sin being bred With blood and vengeance swolne hung o're my head Thus in the VVayning Splendor of my Pride Compast with danger and assaylde with Feares And in my Thoughts all Torments multiply'd That might augment the burthen of my cares I found my selfe so weakely fortifyde Against the powerfull Battery of despaires That I was plung'd into Hels deepe Abisse Secluded from all comfort Ioy or Blisse Nor did the ancient Poets idely faine Erinnis and the damn'd Eumenides Since euen those Furies in their Maske containe The Morall of my tortur'd Tyranies For th' Apparitions of ensuing paine So danted me with their Extremities That I was rack't in terror of my doome And made that present which was but to come Then dreadfull Melancholl● did conuert My Nature to the Temper of my Braine Which soaked with my Spleene disturb'd my heart And through my body spred a pois●nous Bane It did confound my Sense and eu'ry part Each Muscle Sinnew Artire Ioin● and Vaine Had lost their naturall working and prepare To set me it the high-way to despaire Such was the horror of my Malady Distract with feare of that I was t' inherit That it corrupted euery Facultie Congeal'd my Blood and dull'd my actiue Spirit Thus my whole Nature●elt ●elt like Sympathy With my despairefull So●le for si●full Merit For all the Functions of my Soule and Sence Were maymed by my wounded Conscience My Reason dotes my Soule did idle sit VVanting fit matter of Intelligence Organs deprau'd and stupifyde my Wit My Vnderstanding weake vnsound my Sence And euery part disabled and vnfit To comfort or relieue my Conscience Hopelesse and helplesse all my powers agree In Desperations Gulph to swallow me And as we see the Eye the Eare or Sent Affected long and oue● vehemently Retaine their Species in the Instrument Though absent ●e ●he mo●ing qualitie So the Internall Sence● strongly bent To fearefull Obiects of obs●●●itie To iudge of things by their depraued kinde Giue Passion vigor and make ●eason blind The Sunne the Moone and Plan●●● of ●y Nature So fearefully ecclipsed in their light My inward darknes casting on my Feature A●semblance gha●●ly pale and full of fright My leprous Soule deformed as my Stature Did in these Tragick Terrors seeme t' excite The thoughtfull presage of my Destinie To be accomplish't in my Tragedie Likewise my Name enter ' d in Hels black Roule So infinite my Actions of Arrest My grim ●ac't conscience ceazing on my Soule And my Tormentor e●e● in my Brest So not the minde alone but ●ody whole Equally feeling and alike distrest Such watch they kept such clamor they did make That waking I did dreame and sleeping wake Such was my Passion of all faith 〈◊〉 VVhich should apply a Salue vnto my wound That in my Minde Hell onely was conceau'd VVhich did all thought and hope of Heau●n confound Thus my despairefull 〈◊〉 wea●'d The Web of my affliction and I found My State so desperate and my Sin so great That no repenta●t meanes could expia●e Should I haue fill'd the ayre with plain●s 〈◊〉 ●ries Haue wr●ng my hands in griefe straynd blood in feares Eate into Marble with my still bent knees And all the Center rotted with my teares Such was the clamo● of my vi●●●ies And so importunate were my Despaires That nothing as I thought would satisfie Th' offended Iustice of the Dei●ie The setled Center eas●er might a●●ume The heauenly Motion that turnes euer round Huge Whales might sooner fly with feathered plume And Birds like wormes creepe on the ba●er Ground Ere I could hope or euer might presume By my repentance mercy to haue found For prest with sin and of all Grace bereauen I could not lift one Thought so high as heauen Not Saul that being possest dyde Reprobate Not Esau's selfe that did his Birth-right ●ell Not Iudas mark't for veng'ance by his Fate Not those which were deuoured quick to Hell Not hardned Pharao all as Desperate Nor cursed and forlorne Achitophel Could be more surely seall'd in Heauens iust doome Then I in conscience for the wrath to come Thus blasted with the Whirlewind of Gods Breath And shaken with the Terror of his wrath Veng'ance aboue me and Hell-fire beneath