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A10731	Seuen poems diuine, morall, and satyricall : the [brace] viz. Celestiall publican, Spirituall sea-fight, World, Flesh, Vicious courtier, Iesuite, Deuill : together with sundry epitaphs and epigrams / by N.R. Gent.	Richards, Nathanael, ca. 1600-1652.	1631 (1631)	STC 21010.3; ESTC S4444	28,419	138

most need goes astray * Is euer sure still to be out o' th way What shall I doe Where whether shall I fly Here there I know not where lie downe and dye Vp soule to Heau'n there get a glorious Crowne I am too weake too vile sinne puls me downe O my vnworthinesse my shame my sinne When shall I shake thee of when when beginne No wilt not bee can I not doe the good I would Must I be rul'd by flesh and blood Weepe on weepe on dissolue hard heart of flint Melt melt thou stony rocke Teares neuer stint Drop Marble Mount drop to a crimson flood Sinke my sinnes in Seas of penitent blood Come folded Armes and you sad Eyes sad Heart Come Soule opprest with sorrow play thy Part Haste to some gloomy-groue there all alone On the greene mantled Earth sigh sob and grone Spend pretious time with sacred thoghts that beares Heau'n in their Eyes true Vertue in their teares Complaine I will to fortune not that whore Which makes leane art pale-fac'd wisdome poore I le not complaine to her but to that En● Almighty Fortune in diuinest sense Groueling on Earth for sinne I le cast forth groanes Sighes shall conuert to Teares Teares into moanes Then will I start from ground my Body raise Shoote mine Eyes vpward against Heau'n I 'le gaze Thinke on my God my God whose sacred Will I haue abus'd my God most iust to kill Damne Soule and Body my rememb'rance blot Out of the Booke of Life I that forgot In midst of all vaine ioyes Intemp'rate healths Loose wanton chambering lasciuious stealths All-seeing Heauen a God so good so great He that to feed vs with Spirituall meate The Natiuitie of Christ Tooke humane shape came downe from Heau'n to Earth Enter'd the World at whose soule-sauing Birth The euerlasting gates of Mercy stood Open to all His houre of flesh and blood Turn'd night to day Heau'ns glittering Angell came And to poore men poore sheepheards did proclaime A Sauiour borne sinnes fury to controule Neuer was such sweet musicke to the soule Before his comming the Natiuitie Of Christ brings mortals firme felicitie * Milde was his Birth his Life creations wonder * His death deaths terror O thou God of thunder * Master of mans saluation all the Earth * Reapt plenitude of Ioy when thou tookst Birth * Mortalls were bigge with sinne villany ripe * Hells dreadfull Dragon ready for to gripe * Soules in his vggly pawes But then stept in * Our Sauiour he redeemd lost soules whose sinne * Gaue them to death eternall blessed houre * Blessed Natiuitie thrice blessed powre * Me thinkes at thought of thy Natiuitie * I lie perfum'd in Immortalitie When Christ was borne all were new borne agen Nere came like Musicke to the hearts of Men Angels for ioy clap their Celestiall Wings And eu'ry Saint eu'ry Crownd Martyr Sings Magnifico Deum to mortalls peace The calme of Conscience and shall mortals cease Their glad expressions No let hate to vice Dissolue sinnes cloud Eccho to Paradice Our Sauiours welcome let vs neuer more Simile Lie downe to our dishonours like a whore Dead to good councell neuer let darke deedes Defile the Soule Le ts roote vp all the seedes Of Pride Lust Enuie Hatred and in place Plant wisedome meeke humility and grace * Christs Glory came cloathd in humility * To teach our Hell-bred Pride Ciuility * Borne of a Virgin came to the world a stranger * His Palace an Oxe-stall his Bed a Manger O're whose obscure aboad Heau'ns Taper shinde And to the soules of wisest Men diuinde Great Natures wonder pointed them the way To finde the worlds Redeemer they obay Made towards that fixed starre which in the skie Was the blest Virgin Maries Canopie To Beth-lehem they came there with hearts glad Ador'd the King of Glory poorely clad Nor could blood thirstie Herods strict command Nor bloody butchering of Babes withstand His blessed Birth whose admiration brings Ioy to the world blest be that King of Kings He that to cure sinnes Leaporous disease A Heauenly Progresse fetcht the Geste these The Adamant of Glory CHRIST'S Setting forth from 's Celestiall PALACE Lodg'd in the Virgins Wombe from that blest PLACE To th' Manger went from Manger to the Crosse From Crosse departed with his deare Blouds losse Vnto the SEPVLCHER there made all euen And so Return'd Gloriously Home to HEAVEN To HEAV'N from whence LORD let thy SACRED FIRE GLISTER vpon my SOVLE whose sole Desire Begges MERCY for my Sinnes makes knowne to THEE THOV that hast RAVIHST ALL hast Rauisht Me. The Passion of Christ. Thirty three yeeres Christs sanctity did were The Cloth of our Redemption and did beare Times heauy yoake of crosses that we might With ease sustaine all wrongs in him delight Simile * Like Martyr'd Stephen whose lowd crying grones * Gain'd Heau'n i th' middle of a storme of stones * Loue lead him on in Death this Saint was Taster * And first that follow'd his Immortall Master * Christ Crucifide whom none that truly heares * But sure 't will thawe their frozen hearts to teares * Christs whole Life was a Martyrdome and Crosse * Actiue and Passiue and his deare bloods losse * The Tragicke Part the bloody Sceane which none * But he himselfe must Act and Act alone Alone for vs Heau'ns Glorious Lampe of Grace Grou'ling on Earth fell on his sacred Face He that is euer Lord of Mercies seate Water'd the Garden Cedron with the sweate Of bloody Browes and Body heauinesse And deadly sorrow seiz'd his blessednesse A kisse betray'd him and a periur'd lie Was the Reward for all his puritie ●n scorne this Prince of Heau'n was buffetted Spighted spitted at Extreamly scourged Yet Torture ne'r mou'd him he was silent In all his bitter suffrings patient Neuer did Earthly King free from annoy Receiue his Crowne nor with a greater ioy Went to his Coronation Dignifide As Glories King went to be Crucifide In him the Iewes derided Maiestie Condemned Innocence scourg'd Pietie * Head Hands Side Feet they to the Crosse did Fi● * Made him all o're a bloody Crucifixe Simile * Satan and Death like sawcie serieants went * To seize on him to sheere that Innocent * Blest Lambe of God But he who was to saue * All that belieu'd they had no power to shaue * His Patience Death and Diuels force did quell * He tooke the Great Leuiathan of Hell * With the hooke of his Crosse made him his slaue * Captiu'd the Diuell and subdued the Graue Simile * Like a long lookt for Booke Christ in the Presse Was kept to come in Print forth for to blesse * Our soules with that Saluation which do's giue * New Life whereby Eternally wee liue INRI The Key of Heauen ●are Sauiour sweet sweet was thy deare Compassion ●arely exprest in that most bitter PASSION ●hen whipt and scourg'd thou mildly suffer'dst all ●owes Buffets Blasphemies VIN'GER and GALL ●ulting

Foes Reproach Mockes Scoffings Scorne ●y SINEWES to be Rackt thy BODY Torne Suffer'dst the Crowne of Thornes t' empale thy Braine Which downe thy Checkes forc'd showres of Bloud to raine Suffer'dst the piercing LAVNCE that like a FLOVD Sluc'd from thy wounded Side thy pretious BLOVD Nayl'd to the Crosse there CHRIST lost Soules to winne Suffer'd the World 's huge pond'rous weight of Sinne. Heau'ns Wrath Hel's Rage On CHRIST all Torments fell To saue our Soules frō those blew flames in Hell 〈◊〉 which th' amazed EARTH with horrour shooke ●arkenesse possest the WORLD Day Light forsooke INRI The Key of Heauen Her wonted course the Sunne obscur'd his Lig●● At Death of IESVS CHRIST that bloudy sig●● Made HELL to quake Diuels with Admiratio● Tremble to see the Cause of MANS Saluatio● Oh the rich thought strike strike amazing Thund●● Shake Natures Frame this impious Age with wond●● CAN muddie Mortals minde their Actuall EVILLS And not Christs SVFF'RINGS Such resemble Deuils HAPPY the MAN whose sacred SOVLE is bent FOR Christ's ENDVRINGS firmely to REPENT What Tongue What Pen Not all Man's Wit can tell CHRIST'S Torments they exceeded paines in Hell And all for MAN Ingratefull wretched MAN Are we not bound to loue and feare Him than O yes to spend whole houres dayes months yea●● In true Repentant Showres and Flouds of Tea●● The PYRAMID OF Paradice Blest Blest O Blest Be that Diuinity Three Sacred Persons GOD in Vnitie WHOSE glorious Rauishing Resurrection Restor'd Vs lost to Grace Oh PERFECTION Purifie thou my Soule my Heart my Minde Snatch mee from Earth to Heau'n make mee inclin'd Wholy to Thee All worldly Pompe despising Fixe my THOVGHTS euer On thy Blessed RISING Giue MEE A Sempeternall Reuerence To Thy ALL-glorious high Omnipotence I that am clog'd with sin wretchednesse Desp'rate thoughts hunting after Worldlinesse Thy Blest Protection craue cleare the great score Of all my fowle misdeeds that I no more So great a Sinner prooue Lord let my strife Against my sinnes Raise me from Death to Life And from the Foote of vggly sinnes disgrace ●ount mount my SOVLE to th' Pyramid of Grace Did each one truely know the true delight Wherein the wise contemplate Heau'ns rich sight 'T would fright th' excessiue sinners God-lesse face Make him as in a Glasse see his disgrace Teare op'e his eyes that all amaz'd with horrour Trembling he may behold with dreadfull terrour A guard of Furies sucking at his soule That he may see his sinnes horrid and foule Liue as in sulphurous flames discerne his Euill See the fierce Deuill and cease to be a Deuill Cease from damnations Heire licentious life Cease from extreames in sinne soule-murdring stri●● Abhorre to studie state with greater Zeale Then Zeale to Heau'n or the soules Common-we●● Abhorre with solemne Oathes periur'd to teare And racke the Name of Christ dreadlesse of feare Wounding afresh with trembling feare I write Wonder of Angels that great God of Light His wounds with Othes of wounds flesh bloud hart Honour of darkenesse O blaspheming part Too too much vs'd 'mong God-lesse soules who still Infinite good pay with infinite ill As if no thought remain'd of future good No teares for him that shed his pretious bloud Simile But as the comely Actor whose faire part Vpon the stage presents an honest heart For two houres space a Vertuous Noble Minde His Sceane expir'd basely to vice inclinde Drinke Drabs and Oathes making no other vse With his faire Part but with excesse abuse * O you that stand on Pynacles of state * Let not the World deceiue you least too late * From off your slipp'ry height you come in thrall * o pash your selues in peeces past recall * Sell not fare Lord-ships to keepe Lady-ships * Nor sucke damnation from a strumpets lips * Touch not those Spells of Sparta let e'm Rot * When Vertue rules in Man Lust liues forgot One onely Iemme that 's all the store I haue Great of that little nothing which shall craue Of Heauens Greate En's not for my selfe alone But for thee Reader thee and euery one Rarenesse of Rare example and withall An euerlasting skie of Grace to fall Vpon our warre on Earth desiring Heauen For wayes on Earth are crooked all vneuen * Saue me O saue me thou Eternall Terror * To damned soules I doe confesse each Error * The many thousand sinnes vnseene vnfelt Which long too long in my hard heart haue dwelt * To thee to thee thou Euer-liuing being * Of an Eternall Maiestie All-seeing * With penitent Heart I come I call I cry * Pardon my sinnes helpe thou All-viewing Eye * Looke downe Soule-sauing sacred God of Truth * Forgiue th' infinite follies of my youth * Shield me Diuinitie from Satans Ginnes * Lord lay not to my Charge my Parents sinnes * Glory of Goodnesse in thy Mercy heare mee * Let Hate Reuenge nor Enuie ne'r come neare mee * Let neither Pride nor hope of gaine deceiue mee * Nor pleasure nor the want of Meanes bereaue mee * Of sense least senselesse wholy I despaire * And so become the wretched Childe of care * O sacred Sauiour make me euer trie * To liue by honest Meanes or let me die * Though griefe and I haue well acquainted beene * Lord let me neuer grieue but for my sinne * So shall thy Mercy ne'r forgetfull stand * While I haue Tongue a Pen a Head a Hand THE SPIRITVALL SEA-FIGHT EM'prour of Angells O thou King of Starres Mans perfect solace ' gainst sins bloody Wars When I behold with contemplation Eye The siluer Spangles of thy Glorious skie Me thinkes in that Blew-paper-Booke of Heau'n I see waies of Mortalls all vneu'n The wretched soule of Man in euery Place Liues as in Hell on Earth without thy Grace Temptation on Temptation past controule Alures the Body to betray the Soule Hell's Blacke Prince Troopes of spirits eu'ry day Inuade my sinne-seidg'd-soule Furies display Infernall Banners while the Drumme of Death Beates a dead March and e're I can take Breath Sounds shrill Alarums hot Assaults beginne The soules fierce Fight muffl'd in cloudy sinne I liue beset Millions of spirits round Shoote at my soule I stand on no firme ground But tread on earth as on a Ball of Ice I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice My Soul 's a Ship tost on the Mountaine Seas Of this vast World she neuer liues ar ease * Her sayles are sighes her Anchor deepe despaire * Her Compasse Error her sad Pilot Care Farre of from safeties shore floates on the waues Of fearefull billowes Soule deuouring Graues Rough blust'ring stubborne stormes yeeld no reliefe On euery Shrowd Each Tackling hangs a griefe Death like a darke cloud besets euery Place Here Rocks of Ruine their Pyrates lie in Chase In euery corner Mischiefes hourely lurke Simile * Pride fights against vs like a furious Turke * Lust like a trech'rous Spaniard murd'ring French * Like an infected poyson's loathsome stench

I see Or none at all take true delight in thee * This wanton World farre sooner will approue * Ioy in Pot-Poets lousie Rimeing loue * Or wanton Ouids straine to itch the care * And stirre the blood to lust rather then heare * The Glorious Godly Aime of Noble Verse * Which points at Heau'n and tels vs of that fierce All-threatning Thunderer he that descries Our secret deeds those blackest Actions spies At which amaz'd my Muse stands wrapt in wonder Beggs Mercy Mercy O thou God of Thunder Or we shall shipwracke all All too too blame Farre too vnmindfull of God's Sacred Name His Blessings day by day his great Mercy Long suffering and Excelling Safety Why should we worm's stand pretious in Heau'ns sight And not be damn'd to Euerlasting Night For our Foule erring sinnes sinnes that Excell The least whereof merits the Paines of Hell Hell that this instant Gapes to seize this world Deseruing euery moment to be hurl'd To endlesse Flames but for the Excellence Of OVR FATHER'S wonderfull patience O for the Pen of pure perfection To character Man's imperfection Open the blinde excessiue sinner's eyes Force Teares for sinne make him himselfe despise 'T were Musicke to the Soule Diuine delight Th' vndoubted Path to pleasures infinite Holla Commanding Empresse of my Braine Whether thus flings my Muse diuert thy Straine Man is so farre from making God amends That all his waies to wicked Actions bends The World 's a Racke Times Tenter-hooke to ketch At mindes most honest makes a man a wretch Thousands in 〈◊〉 finding no way to cure it Hazard the Gallowes rather then endure it Mis'ry of Miseries when Coyne growes scant Man's Fortun 's Foot ball ther 's no woe to want It dulls braue witts when nothing else can doe it Tames and makes desp'rate when Time brings vs to it Want makes a man turne Slaue vnto a Slaue Scoft scorn'd and flouted at by eu'ry knaue By eu'ry silken sodden-headed Foole That neuer felt Heau'ns scourge nor Mis'ries Schoole Want broacheth Mischiefes neuer thought vpon Makes many an honest woman wanton Simile Want like a Madman makes Men sweare and Dice Forget their God turne Vertue into vice Husband and wife the Sister and the Brother Compel'd through want deuoure one another Merchants Lawyers yea some Diuines will fall When want do's soundly Gripe tw'ill trie them all And therefore As an Antidote be sure First that thou pray to God that 's the maine Cure Gainst Woluish-want and then bethinke thee sure Vpon some honest meanes 't will new Create Thy vnderstanding put thee on a way With Reu'rent Soule on bended knees each day To serue thy God aright so he from falling Proues thy Protector giues thee a Vertuous Calling Heau'n grant the Honest Minde may neuer know The fierce Assaults of want that Hell of woe Torture of Minde Murderer of Modestie High-way to Theft Cut-throate of Chastitie The Key of Whoredome Bane of that true Loue Which many boast but few did euer proue Many vow Loue for euer to be true Yet when want comes Whores are not more vntrue How sweetly did that Sacred Psalmist sing And runne Times true Diuision on the string Of Misery when he of God did craue Nor Want nor too much Wealth least in the Graue Of damn'd Despaire much want might haile him in And Riches Mount him to the highest sinne Lackey his way to lewdnesse to mistrust God's Mercies and to practise wayes vniust A Holy feare seiz'd on that blessed King To dread want's Dangerous Dart Proud Riches sting May the Good Man still thirst for Mercies Cup Climbe Jacobs sacred Ladder and mount vp Into a fiery Chariot Burning Zeale Liue a bright Angell in Heau'ns Common weale Free from this World whose Pompe and Brauery Is but a Land of Durt meere slauery THE FLESH SInne Acts foule Lust vpon the Soule while it Stands Puritan Punck-like willing to commit The Flesh vnto the Soul 's a bitter Pill Sweet guilded Poyson Candide o're to kill Hurrid Carocht in Pride which glit'ring showe Of swelling Pompe whose sweet Effect is woe Fleshly delights beget much Misery Makes Couples marrie vnaduisedly Thinking Loue tittle tattles can feed their wishes Loue soone growes cold where there is empty dishes Of all the sinnes that are when nothing can Ruine the Soule the Flesh preuailes with Man His Eyes no sooner on Deuotion waite But in steps Carnall Concupiscence straight She 's at his Elbow still to itch him on Th' vnhappy path to his Confusion * Chaste wiues are Saints women that wantonize * Witches all poyson Hell is in their Eyes In which as in a Wildernesse of woe In striuing to get out on mad men goe Starke mad past sense spight of all Books and Schools Ruine their Fortunes proue the Slaues to Fooles For an alluring Minutes trifling Ioy A lewd Insatiate Longing a meere Toy * O woman woman thy bewitching motion * Fooles wisedome mads reason and blinds al deuotiō The Flesh false Traitor like striues to betray The Soule to Hell for an Infernall Prey Fleshly delight in Man feares want of Breath More then his God sinne or Eternall Death * When iust plagues come thē sin-sick sots can tremble * Make knowne to all the World how they dissemble * Pray with the lip not heart wrest sacred Text * To serue their owne Ends first and then God next * Prouide to liue in pestilent Times beginne * Take greater Care to flie from death then sinne * Ther 's nothing in our Flesh but wickednesse * Desire to liue and obscene wantonnesse We forget now that dreadfull dismall chance The Terrible Arrow of Gods vengeance When Death buried farre more then th' Earth could swallow And no man to the Graue his Friend durst follow O why should Mortals wish long life to liue What Comfort what true Ioy do's this life giue * Ther 's nothing not one thought that do's vs good * But it is strangled straight by Flesh and blood * Holy Saint Paul finding the Flesh Rebell * desir'd to be dissolu'd proud Flesh to quell * And Sacred Symeon sung ' gainst sinnes encrease * Lord let thy seruant now depart in peace Shall such soule-sweetning preparations be Forgotten quite O blinde securitie * Life louing Fortunes how yea puffe Men vp * To hugge their Follies drinke damnation's Cup. What is it we behold in this vaine life But dayly griefes and dangers sinne and strife * When my soule-erring Eyes staring behold * A dang'rous Strumpet flame in glit'ring gold * And murd'ring Beauty sparkling from her Eye * Burning Temptation then me thinkes I spie * My most apparent mischiefe plainely see * How I ne'r striue to please my God as shee * Striues to please Men such is the flaring Pride * Of the vaine Flesh it hurts on euery side There 's nothing constant in vs if to day Vertue we loue to morrow Vice obay Man at the best is now become so fraile As what cannot a spruce Queane with a smooth Tail

Amber chiefely to preuent Lues Veneria that infectious sent Bred in his rotten Entrals through th' Excesse Of stirring Meates insatiate wantonnesse That too too common Delectation Poyson of wholesome Recreation Sinnes slauish seruitude Excessiue ill And Bane of Vertue is much made of still By such who rather then the Enterprize Of Noble true Knights louely exercise Delight in painted out-side Costly fare To studie the fashion looke bigge and stare Aduance the head like a Malt-Horse be proud And speake no matter what so it be loud Bountifull to Bawdes Mis'erable to th' poore Sell all whole Lordships to maintaine a Whore To stirre vp th' intellectuals of loose Ladies To melt their Chastitie get Bastard Babies Times were not so when Worthies shin'd in Armes Reioyc'd in Vertue not in the wanton Charmes Of braue Madam Vanitie the Puppet Loose Embrace of a consuming Strumpet But brauely fought for Virgins in distresse Relieu'd poore Widdowes and the Fatherlesse Striuing with faire renowned valiant Acts To chase Jniustice punish euill Facts O blest performance Noble race of men Worthy the praise of an Immortall Pen Your Famous Deeds past starres recorded stand For euer and euer written by the hand Of sacred Truth to the Eternall shame Of the sinne-branded Vicious Courtiers Name Let him that notice takes take this of me If Man of Money or of low degree Let not the hope of gaine bring that to passe Which makes a Dunce obserue a golden Asse Nor let thy Minde at any time accord To be the Slaue to an infamous Lord. His Loue to Vice all vertuous Acts repell As if no Plagues remain'd in spacious Hell Engag'd to mischiefe and to villanie To pleasure Vice embrace iniquitie The Honour due for Vertue that Reward Is naught but base contempt meere sleight Regard He that will get by such must well dissemble And tell the Fooles they God's on Earth resemble Obsequiously the Parasite must play And hazard blacke Damnation eu'ry Day Insinuate and so waxe knauish wise Be a stampt Villen learne to temporize Sweare and forsweare depraue informe and lie Change each houre Religion periur'd die Plot plot and set friends hourly at debate Cling to the surer side the weaker hate Turne Baud at midnight Pander to the Itch Of an Adulterate Cloth of siluer Witch Practise to know to mixe with perilous Art The deadly Poyson with the amorous Dart Neatly obtaining by times cunning skill With Stibium and Cantharides to kill Such sudden Fellowes nimble in Damnation Are Vicious Courtiers greatest Estimation When disrespected Honest men forlorne Liue miserably wretched Ragg'd and torne As for the true bred villaine he shall lacke Nor Gold nor Cloth of Gold dawb'd on his backe Yet when the Slaues too many secrets know Oft with a Spanish Figge they headlong goe Hurrid to Hell the damned soules to tell What glorious villaines here on Earth doe dwell * That with a Politicque straine can make all sure * Murder with murder murder to secure * Drunke with Conceit that greatnesse beares the sway * Safely to Act what Villany it may * There is a Tricke such neuer faile to vse * In which their dearest Friends they 'l most abuse * With faire pretext of Honorable Loue * In secure cunning onely to remoue * And shift him forth into another Ayre * To purge and lessen least his Vertues rare * Should merit Kingly Fauour make him hie * Aduanc'd in state to greatest Dignitie * The Iealious thought whereof to mischiefe bent * Doth sund'ry secret practizes inuent * How to decline that growth if none take roote * Swift Mercurie a suddaine dramme must doo 't Others there are that smiling Flatter all Proue for to each but Friend to none at all And such beleeu 't make vse of Time and Place By seruile slauery most creeping base Kissing the Clawe appeares with Coxcombe bare Praising the Vitious Gloworme past compare With O-Right vertuous Lord such sleeke Regard Replenish Flat'ries Cups with full reward Like Spiders webs of Flattery they weaue The pleasing Eares of Great-Ones to deceiue Which once Entangl'd by some Quainte Deuise Chops off their heads 't is practiz'd in a trice They 'l giue occasion that may moue discourse And by a Tricke some dang'rous Theame enforce To draw a doubtfull question to the worst They 'l make men guilty then betray e'm first These are the onely spies that gape for prey Cut-throates in silence smile and then betray Intrap th' vnskilfull beg their forfeit Liues To graspe their States thus the vile Villen thriues Whose whisp'ring poysons speakes him sins supporter Machiuillian Darknesse the Vicious Courtier Him the true Noble Minde must euer shunne Or liue in hazard still to be vndone Slaue to the Vanitie of Pompe high Place Ambitious thoughts Sinne and a double Face Cringes and Creepings all the base desires Of sinfull Life plagu'd with infernall fires What e're thou arr that carelesse shalt resort To th' Court of Vice onely to see the Court Take heed beware of that Enchanted Glasse Where Pride in Mortals Fiends in Hell surpasse There shalt thou Masques such midnight Reuel finde Such Musicke Banquets to alure thy minde As will affright the blood of Chastitie Turne Virgin Loue to hot Lust's Plurifie There shalt thou those of Venus Traine behold Burning Temptation flame in glit'ring Gold And though adorn'd with Pearle the Richest stuffe Their inflate Pride ne'r thinke them braue enough Were Gownes Embost with Golden Starres so fine That in each Starre a Diamond should shine Still their high Towring lofty daring Pride Like Lust restrain'd Liues neuer satisfide If checkt for it straight swiftest Mercury Strikes dead th' opgosing Foe to Venerie Like sometimes that sad most Lamented Knight Who did by a Tricke in such a wofull plight By Sugar Candid Poysons workt in Paste From Sinne and Murder sent whose delicate Taste Vnder the fein'd pretence of seeming good Consum'd and burnt his vitall Crimson blood Such is the Mighty-Madams-Murdring spight * Court Concubines ne'r kill but with delight Curb'd for their Pride like God's ill Angels swell As if Earth's Diuells and the World their Hell * Pride is their Zeale their Prayers forgetfulnesse * Charity Contempt their Vertue wantonnesse * Plumpe high-fed pamper'd flesh on whom must wait * Page Pander Parasite preparation State * Gold Glistring Glory Cost Curious dyet * Insatiate Pleasure and luxurious Riot And why all this high feeding Rich Attire But like bright Beacons flaming all on fire Threat Ruine Death and Hell which wise men see And know what fooles they make know them to be Soule-flaming fire-brands Expert in Euill Witches Hell-Cats Factors for the Deuill Sucke-blouds Hyena Syrens Crocodiles All Scylla and Charybdis whose proud smiles Take pleasure to entice make Men deface Their Soules faire Temple for a poore Embrace A lushious Pleasure lewd lasciuious greeting A pleasing sweete but a most bitter sweeting Neuer was any great Arch-mischiefe done But by a Whore or a Priest first begun A Cloth of siluer Slut