call This mighty Princes milde Receipt of All Not only such as rude and Reason-less Serue like him Self dumb Idols Blocks Beasts But such as matching our Zeal's holy Heighth Are Abrah'ms Seed both in their Flesh and Faith Which wisely haue and timely turn'd submiss The deadly Edge of his drad Vengeances I praise the Lord for such a Foe so meek To yielding Lambes to Lyons Lyon-like As flexible to humble Tears as fel To Resolutions that in vain rebell Sith therefore yet we may haue Choise for Iurie Of War or Peace his Fauor or his Furie Winking in Dangers let 's not Wilfully Follow our Fathers stubborn Sur-â—uidry But striking Saile in such Storms violence Let 's liue secure vnder so good a Prince Yet None miss-take that I this Counsaile giue To saue My Stake as one too-fain to liue Alas my Years are of them Selues of age To dye alone without Assyrians Rage Without the help of their keen Dart or Pole To launce my Hart or to let out my Soule Where were my Youth's Spring now re-flowr'd again â—nd heateful blood boyling in euery vein â—y Zeale to GOD and to my Country's Good â—hould shew me well no Niggard of my Blood â—ight Samson-like My Death bring Death to all â—he Pagan Hoast and their proud General â—ut more I feare least with a Zeal too-Yong We fighting for the Law the Law impugne â—nciting so the Soldiers Insolence â—censing so the Fury of the Prince â—hat they by Conquest of one Day vndoo â—eer Izrael and drown GOD's Glory too â—or Wee bereft What People in This Place â—ruely-religious shal implore His grace Who of all Nations that dispersed Wun â—rom Shores of Indus to the Setting Sun â—nd from the farthest Hyperborean Coasts â—o those whose Clime continual Summer roasts â—ath chosen only Iacob for his Owne â—nd on This Mount His drad-deer Glory showne But good old Cambris else the mildest Prince â—roanes griev'd and pale with Passions vehemence â—nd interrupting That with This Discourse â—artens the heartless Peers and Counsellors Rather ô Earth for which our Earthlings strive Gape vnder me and swallow Me alive Rather iust Heav'ns with sulphury Fire and Fume As Sodom yerst Mesodainly consume Then I should Saint with-out within Malitious Give Izrael a Counsail so pernicious Were it the Head of this inhumane Band Meant but our Bodies only to command Though with our Birth to this faire Light we brought Sweet Liberty so sweet and deer that nought No Hopes no Heaps may be compar'd to it The TEMPLE sav'd I might perhaps submit But sith this Tyrant puft with foolish Pride With heavier Gyves to load our Soules beside Which only Vassals of the Thunder-Thrower Nor knowe nor owe to Any Sceptres lower Would that forgetting Him who made vs All And of all People chose vs principall And fatherly provides vs every thing And shields vs ay with Shadow of his wing We take for GOD His proud ambitious Prince Who Nimrod-like with hellish Insolence Would climbe to Heav'n although his life be such As merits not the Name of Man by much â—s beard him boldly bravely frand we to 't â—â—s against Arms Man to Man Foot to Foot â—tory lies not in vain-glorious hearts â—mber of Horses nor of Pikes and Darts â—ese be but Instruments th' Eternal moves crown with Conquest whom his Goodnes loves Yet should the Lord now suffer Heathen's rage â— over-run his sacred Heritage â—ause in life his Name we so dishonor Death at least in Death let 's doo him Honor â—d if we cannot Assur over-come â—'s win by Patience Crowns of Martyrdom And could our Foes as fel as Lestrygons â—m off the Earth extirp our Tribes at-once â—cy could not though GOD's glorious Name interr â—s these Apostates falsly would inferr â— He that with so sundry Nations stor'd â—vnpeopled World from one Man and restor'd â—â—â—g after that by one smal Bark the waste â—e Flood had made when it had All defac't â—ot He able even of stones to raise People Zealous of his glorious Praise â—ot He able once again to ope â—d Sara's Wombe and giue her Spouse past hope More Sonnes then Sands on Lybian shores be cast By ruffling Boreas lowd Cloud-chasing Blast Or twinkling Spangles nightly brightly roule On sabled Circles of the whirling Pole Which with more sacred Voice more humble Awe Shall sound his Praises and observe his Law Then rather Fathers foule befall You else Let vs die Hebrews then live Infidels Let 's not preferre too-base and too-too-blame Profit to Duty idle Feare to Shame Cambrâ—s Oration was no sooner done But all th' Assembly as all ioyn'd in one Confirm'd His Counsail both with voice gest And Ioachim Ioy-rapt above the rest Lifting to Heav'n-ward reverent hands and face Said Lord wee thank thee that thy speciall grace Hath steeld our hearts and linkt our Wils no less A hopefull Signe of happy good Successe Then to the Princes he the Charge commits Of Townes and Provinces as Each befits Least any spurr'd by Envie or Ambition In Izrael should kindle new Sedition So Each with-drawes and bravely-bold prepares To front the worst that martial Fury dares Who th' Aristaean busie Swarmes hath seen â—n Hybla's Top Whether with Launcets keen â—arging the Drones which over-neer their homes â—ome humming out to rob their fragrant Combes â—hether collecting their delicious Deaw â—om various Thyme and other Flowers not few â—hether extending in rare Symmetrie â—ith wondrous Art their Waxen Canapey â—nd arching even so many Thousand Cells â— quick so thick so like as Nothing else â—hether conducting their too-ful Supplies â—-where to plant their goodly Colonies â—hich keep still constant in their new Plantation â—heir Mother Citie 's Manners Lawes and Fashion â—â—th seen the Iewes as busie Diligence â—nd quick Desire to put them in Defence Some stop the Breaches made by Art or Age â— the Heav'ns anger or the Heathens rage â—me least the Ram butting with boisterous Fals â—ould pash to powder their too-feeble Wals â—ith Bastions Bulwarks Rampiers Ravelins Forts â—nk on all sides their Cities where imports â—me to and fro trudging with Baskets fill'd â— places needfull sodain Sconces build Some wanting time or meanes their Town to wall With broad deep Trenches soon begirt it all And from a River neer they cut a Rill The hollow bosome of their Dike to fill While Armorers in order beating quick Hot sparkling Steel on Anvils hard and thick Transform it soon to Corslets Curtellaxes Helms Gorgets Gantlets Bills and Battail-axes And some for need to furnish and set-out Th'vntrained Shepheard Neatheard and the Lowt Ground the ground-slycing Coultar to a Blade And of the Sickle a straight Weapon made None Yong and healthy took Repast or Rest One on his back another on his Beast Others in Waggons carryed-in apace Corn Wine and Food to some importing Place Even so in Summer as the Wise-man tels Th'Emmets by Troupes haste froÌ„ their hollow Cels To get-in Harvest graving where they gone Their Diligence even in a path
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
Total moue as doth his Part. So if we see the Sunne Moon to veere Their ample Heav'ns haue even the like Cariere But who hath seene a Selflie-turning Stone How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone Let 's therefore boldly with old Truth affirme That th' Earth remaines vnmoueable firme And if wee credit the Geometer Three thousand leagues is her Diameter This Measure of her vast thick Depth is found By th'admirable Compasse of her Round Which hath by test of Arts Experiments More then nine thousand leagues Circumference Yet learned Mappists on a Paper small Draw in Abridgement the whole Type of All And in their Chamber paineless peril-less See in an houre circuit Land and Seas This mighty Globe is but a Point compar'd With th'vpper Globe yet on This Point are shar'd Millions of millions of Man-kinde which plow With Keel Coultar its Twin Back and Brow Man placed thus in This Mid-Point so even Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n Th' other's beneath him yet abides not there But in a Day doth to him all appeare Ah Soverain Artist ô how few of vs Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plac't vs thus Alas how-many know not to What end Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send Yet giving Man a quick Intelligence Thou sett'st him iust in the World's Midst that thence Seeing thy Wonders round about him so Knowing himselfe he might Thee better know By th'vsual Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball The Starres appeare vnto vs almost all That We in time obseruing all their Figures Might contemplate their Courses Natures Vigors To view the Stars is honest Recreation To search their Course deserveth Commendation So wee beware with some presuming Sects To pick things future out of their Aspects We must renounce That Errors patronage That what some Dreamers by our Births presage Must needs betide vs tying to their Lawes Our nature governd by a Higher Cause Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring â—nducing hearts to some Affectioning But by Gods grace well may wee varie that â—s neuer forc't by necessary Fate For sure if Man by strong Necessitie â—oo any Ill ill meriteth not Hee â—id Starres constraine vs neither Vertue then â—or Vice were worth Praise or Reproofe in Men. If any way the Will of Man be free On These Effects what IudgemeÌ„ts ground can bee What Certaintie can from the Starres be knowne Of Weal or Woe Life Death or Thrall or Throne When Kings are born be many born beside Must all be Destin'd to be Kings that tide Oft many at-once are hangd or drownd or slaine Did all at-once their groaning Mothers paine Who can conceiue that such or such Aspect Is good or bad boads Life or Deaths Effect Who can produce so sure Prognostications Of our fraile Life so full of Alterations Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course Of restlesse Starres their influence force But Divination 's an vncertaine Skill Full of fond Error false and fayling still What booted Lord our huÌ„blest Vowes to Thee Were their Conclusions certaine Veritie Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despaire And frustrate all religious Faith and Prayer Were it their Sayings were right certain true Then of necessity must all ensue But if Events their Verdicts often thwart False is their Aime fallible their Art Obserue the Works those subtle Authors write Th' are so ambiguous or so false out-right That if somtimes some Truth they chance to hit They 'll counterpoize a hundred lyes for it Too-busie-bold with Thee they Lord presume And to themselues Thine Office they assume Who by Star-gazing or ought else belowe Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eyes How should we read the Secrets of the Skyes None knowes To-morrow what betide him shall How then fore-tell Years Fortunes yer they fall Then leaue we All to GOD's high Prouidence Not list'ning for To-morrow-Dayes Events â—etter then We Hee knowes what 's meet to send Then feare we nothing but Him to offend O! Thou All-knower Nothing more hath thrust â—roud Man from Thee then This Ambitious-lust Of knowing All for by that Arrogance â—n stead of Knowledge got He Ignorance Man nothing knowes nor nothing comprehends â—ut by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends 〈◊〉 then Thy Wisedom haue so bounded His Why would He hold more then His Measure is Let 's humbly stoop our Wits with all Sinceritie Vnto Thy Word there let vs seek the Veritie And all Predictions that arise not Thence Let vs reiect for impious Insolence Let vs repute all Divination vaine Which is derived from man's fuming braine By Lots by Characters or Chyromancie By Birds or Beasts or damned Necromancie Let 's also fly the furious-curious Spel Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hel To finde things lost and Pluto's helpe invoke For hoorded Gold where oft they find but smoake He 's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop Such as haue try'd those Courses for the most Haue felt in fine Their malice to their cost Woe woe to Them that leaue the living GOD To follow Fiends and Montibanks abroad Seeking for Light dark dreaming Sorceries And for the Truth th'erronious Prince of Lyes Condemning therefore all pernitious Arts Let 's be contented with our proper Parts Let 's meekly seeke what may be safely known Without vsurping GOD's peculiar own W'haue Stuff ynough besides our time to spend And Our short life can hardly comprehend The halfe of halfe the Wonders licenst vs To search knowe and soberly discusse The smallest Garden vsually containes Roots Fruits Flowres sufficient for the paines Of one man's life their natures to descry When will he know all Creatures propertie Earth's but a Point compard to th'vpper Globe Yet who hath seen but halfe her vtter Robe Omitting All her Inwards All her Water When shall we then see All this vast Theater What heer wee see wee see is Exquisite What 's This to That so far aboue our Sight â—xcelling faire what to our Eye is sensible â—ven to our Soule the rest 's incomprehensible Who then can vaunt himselfe Omni-scient â—oâ—e then All-sin-less pure and Innocent 〈◊〉 none 's all-guiltlesse in thy glorious Eyes â—here's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries Yet must we praise glorifie thee fit â—…r that wee knowe and for our good by it â—here is no Pleasure can be comparable 〈◊〉 Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table There-on the more wee muse the more we may So our Delight Desire increases ay Of finding Thee and that divine Desire Calming our Cares quencheth our fleshly Fire All other Pleasures haue displeasures mixt Ioyes meet Annoyes Smiles haue Tears betwixt Yea all Delights of Earth haue ever been Fellow'd or follow'd with some tragike Teen But Who of Thee Thine contemplates ever Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever Of Fear of Loue of Avarice Ambition Which haunts all others with small
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
Honorable Sir EDVVARD COKE Knight Lord Chief Iustice of England and one of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Councell * EDVARDVS COCVS Anagramma * SVCCEDO ARDVVS HArdy and Happy may You long Succeed In all the Courses of your Christian Zeale To scourge Abuse and purge the Publike-Weale Of vicious Humors with auspicious Speed â—ardy and Happy Neuer more did need To meet with Malice and with Might to deale And sift the Drift the Serpent would conceale How happy Heav'n You for These times decreed Hardy and Happy may you still proceed Vntill You finde confound and suffocate The Viperous Vermin that destroy the State â—ardy and Happy be your Minde and Meed With GOD and Men applauded and approou'd Of Prince and People of All Good belou'd Ex Animo Exoptat Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable Lords Spirituall Temporall The Knights and Burgesses of the Lower-House To all generous and ingenuous Readers YOur prest Assistence Assistance past Vouchsafed Heer wheÌ„ you were summond last Binde imbold mee once more to present My humble Briefs in form of PARLIAMENT Hoping no lesse Consent of Your Good-wills In passing These then of Our former Bills So-much more Need-full in this Weed-full Time By How-much Vice doth ouer Vertue clime An Act against Atheisme Irreligion Page 4.7 An Act of pious and humble PATIENCE 7 An Act conformable to the former 9 An Act confirming Both. 9.67 An Act of humane Frailty to teach the Best Humility 10.18.29 An Act of the Weaker Vessell 9 An Act of Imitation with better Application 13 An Act of many Branches concerning the Iustice of GOD in his Iudgements 14.89 An Act of Exhortation to Repentance and Humiliation 16.23.31.60.90 An Act against Presumption of our selues 30.40.91 An Act touching GOD's Omnipotence Omniscience Al-Regencie Al-Sufficiencie 33.89.93 An Act against rash and erroneous Censures 35 An Act against Partiality in Iudgement false Witnesse Suborned Euidence ibid. An Act intimating the Comfort and Confidence of a good Conscience 36.67 An Act auerring the Shortnes of Life and vncertaine Certainty of Death 37 An Act against Saduces and Epicures 38 An Act against Puritisme 41.65 An Act intimating the effects of an euill Conscience 41 An Act against the Security Insolence of fat Easefull Epicures and Oppressors 42 An Act against Hypocrites 43.67.93 An Act against Bribrie Brokerie Vsurie 43 An Act against vnciuil IndiscretioÌ„ in visiting of Frinds Especially against Aggrauation of Griess 43 An Act for our Imitation 45.72.76.77.82.104 An Act against Flattery 46.84 An Act of Terror to the Wicked in their sodain fearfull Fall 47.64 Anno. 1615. An Act against Ambition conformable to the former 52 An Act against Vnkindenesse of Kinsmen Neighbours Friends Seruants Wiues c. 50 An Act of liuely FAITH against all Saduces Epicures Atheists 51. An Act of Animaduersion that wee stumble not at the Prosperity of the Wicked 55 An Act for the Last Assise and finall Sentence and Execution of the Vngodly 57 An Act against Merit of Works 58.91.98 An Act against Works of Supererogation 58.91 An Act against the Children of Darknesse Murderers Adulterers Burglers c. 64 An Act against all greedie Wringers Wrongers Vsuters Opprestors 62.68 An Act of Meditation on the manifold Manifest Works of GOD mighty and maruelous 66.96.98 An Act of Inuincible Faith and PATIENCE 67 An Act against Tyrants Extortioners Rackers and all Vnrighteous and vnrelenting Rich. 62.68 An Act limitting Mans Wit and Industrie from th' illimitable Wisdom inimitable Works of GOD. 70.83 An Act against loose and idle Education of Youth 74 An Act against Wandring Wanton Eyes 77 An Act against Pride Vanity of all kindes 77 An Act against Cousenage Concupiscence Cruelty Briberie 77 An Act against Adulterie 77 An Act against impious and imperious Masters Mistresses 78 An Act against dilatorie Almners and solitarie Nabals 78 An Act against th'Vncharitie of our Dayes suffering so many Poore to die without Doores 7â— An Act against all Iniurie Inhumanity c. 7â— An Act against Auarice Infidelity Superstition Idolatry Sacriledge Surcuidry 7â— An Act against insulting ouer Miserie 8â— An Act against all maner of Extortion Cruelty 8â— An Act touching the right vse and happy issue of Afflictions 86.92.93.109 An Act of the proueness of Mercy toward the PeniteÌ„t 8â— An Act against empty idle FAITH 8â— An Act by implication against the Popes depriuing deprauing of Princes 8â— An Act conteining a Diuine Lecture of Naturall Phiâ—â—sophy 98. To the last Chapter which is the Last Act of This Holy PARLIAMENT WHose seueral Acts of sweet and souerain Vse To cherish Vertue and to check Abuse Too rough transcribed by too rude a hand For so high Statutes of the HOLY-LAND Are heer presented as fit Precedents Of sacred Rules for your High Parliaments By th'once least Moat in th'Vpper-Houses Sun Your Vnder-Clarke Vnworthily Vndon By ouer-trusting to a starting Bow-Yer-while too-strong to my poor Wrong Woe IOSVAH SYLVESTER IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall The Proëm A Solid Rock farre-seated in the Sea Where many Vessels haue been cast away Though blackest Storms of blustering Winds do threat Though boistrous Rage of roaring Billowes beat Though it be raake with Lightning with Thunder Though all at once assault and Each asunder With massie Bulk of it Selfes Marble Tower Still still repells th' ineuitable Stower And seemes still firmer and more permanent The more the Tempest hath been violent Right so the Faithfull in vvhose humble Brest Religious feare of GOD is deepe imprest What-euer Stroak of Fortune threat his State What-euer Danger him discommodate What-euer Mischiefe that betide him shall What-euer Losse what-euer Crosse befall Inflexible inuincible pursues The sacred Footings he did euer vse And aye more constant and confirm'd is He The more extream that his Afflictions be If any Spirit inspir'd with Holy-mood Carefully-curious of the Publike Good Would liuely limne â—h'immortall Excellence Of such a Pattern of such PATIENCE As neither Elements diâ—placed quight Nor enuious Starres nor angry Foes despight Nor all the Fiends insatiate Furie fell By fraud or force could euer quail or quell T were labour lost to fable Homer-like The strange long Voyage of a wily Greek The Paines the Perills and extream Disease That he endured both by Land and Seas Sith sacred Truthe's Heav'n prompted Books present In Constant IOB a worthier Argument Thou then Vrania to whom right belongs The sacred Confort of Celestiall Songs Tune Thou my Voyce Thou teach me to record Who did incite what did inuite the Lord With Miseries so rewfull and so rife So to disturb his quiet happy Life What haynous Sin what horrid high Offence The Almightie's Vengeance mought so deep incense â—r else what Cause what Obiect else might stir-it â—oiles there such Wrath in an impassiue Spirit But ô Presumption Why haue I begun Alas no Prophet neither Prophet's Sonne â—o Priest no Leuite nay no Israelite Such as Nathanael but a Cananite
farre from the All-ruling hand Of Iustice Selfe th' Almighty GOD most High To doe Iniustice or Iniquitie No He to Each man his own Work repayes And makes him finde according to his Waies Vndoubtedly the Lord of Hosts the Strong Nor hath nor doth nor will nor can doe wrong Who hath to Him charge of the Earth impos'd And Who but He hath the whole World dispos'd If He but please on Man to set his minde To re-assume his Spirit his Breath his Wind All Flesh at once if He but hold his breath Shall turn to Dust and perish all in Death Now note Thou this if so thou hast a heart To vnderstand list what my Words impart Shal He haue Rule that Iudgement loathes lacks And for vniust wilt Thou the Iustest taxe Beseems it Any to a King to say O! Thou art Wicked in thy partial Sway Or vnto Princes to vpbraid them Thus You are Vngodly you are Impious Then how-much lesse to Him that puts no Ods Touching the Persons of those Earthly Gods Nor twixt the Rich and Poore the Great and Small For they alike are his owne Hands-work all They at His will shall in a moment die Yea euen at Mid-night vnexpectedly The People shall be troubled and transported And euen the Princes without hands subuerted For euermore His eyes are open wide On all Mens Waies on euery Step Stride There is no Darknes nor no Shade of Death For Wicked-ones to hide them vnder-neath Nor will he though Any so ouer-load That they may iustly grudge or plead with GOD. By Heaps will He to peeces grinde the Great And in their steed set Others in their seat For vnto Him their Works are manifest Night turn'd to Light and they shall be supprest Them as most Wicked smites he as it were In all mens sight in open Theatre Because from Him they did reuolt and swerue And would not any of his Waies obserue But caus'd the loud Cries of the Poore ascend To Him who alwaies doth their Cryes attend When He giues Quiet who dares be so bold To cause Disturbance And if He with-hold His Countenance who then behold Him can Whether a People or a Priuate man That th'Hypocrite no more may Raign as King Nor vnder him the snared People wring Vs therfore Thus beseems to say to GOD I beare with Patience thy correcting Rod I will not murmur nor burst out therefore But sigh in silence and offend no more Shew me my Sins I see not nor perceiue And Hence-forth will I all Iniustice leaue Or should it be after Thy pleasure ay No will-thou-nill He will not I repay Now therefore speak thy Conscience seriously And let the prudent mark and testifie That void of Knowledge IOB hath mis-auerr'd And wide of Wisdom his Discourse hath err'd Would therefore Father he might yet be try'd Sith for the Wicked he hath so reply'd For to his Sin he doth Rebellion ad Claps hands at vs as He the Better had And too-too-pure in his too-prudent Eyes Against th' Almighty Words he multiplies ELihú proceeding Thus moreouer said Caâ— â— Thinkst Thou this right â—f it be rightly waid Which thou hast spoken or thy peech imply'd My Righteousnes is more than GOD's O Pride For Thou hast said What will it vantage thee What shall I gain if I from Sin be free I 'll answer thee and with Thee All so dreaming Look-vp and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming Behold how high if therefore thou transgresse And multiply thy Sin and Wickednesse What hurt doost Thou to GOD What Detriment On th' other side if Thou be innocent If lust What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue Or from Thy hand What What doth He receiue Thy Wickednes may hurt a Man like thee Thy righteousnes to Man may helpfull be For manifold and frequent Tyranny Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry Yea to cry-out for cruell Violence Of Mightie-ones of Men of Eminence But there is None that saith as due belongs Where 's GOD my Maker Who by Night giues Songs Who teacheth vs hath vs more Wisdom giuen Than Beasts of Earth or to the Fowles of Heauen There cry they oft but none doth heare or heed For th'Euils sake who in all Ills exceed For Vanity GOD doth not hath not heard Nor euer will th' Almighty it regard Now though Thou saist thou seest Him not Hee 's Iust With Him is Iudgement therefore in Him trust For want whereof his Wrath hath visited Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited Therefore doth IOB open his Mouth in vain And void of Knowledge yet yet mis-complain 〈◊〉 36 ELihu yet said A little suffer me For I haue yet more to alleadge to Thee On GOD's behalf I 'll fetch mine Arguments From farre confirm'd by long Experience To iustifie my Maker's Holinesse Giue Him his owne and right his Righteousnesse I 'll speak no Falshood nor no Fraud propound All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound Lo GOD is Mighty yet doth none despise Omnipotent Omniscient Strong and Wise â—e spareth not the Life of Wicked wights â—ut the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights â—is Eyes are neuer off the Righteous sort Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort Them He aduances and beyond all Term â—oth them establish and them fast confirm Or if that euer Fetters them befall Or they be holden in Afflictions Thrall He lets them see their Works their Wickednes Their wandring By-waies and their bold Excesse And opens then their Eare to Disciplin Commanding quick that they returne from Sin If they return to serue and Him obey Their Daies Years right happy spend shal They â—f not the Sword shall smite them sodainly And in their wilfull Folly shall they die But Hypocrites the Men of double heart They heap-vp Wrath they cry not when they smart They die in Youth their Life among th' Vncleane Most Insolent most Impudent Obscoene He th' humble Poore in his Affliction frees Their Eares he opens in Calamities So woald He Thee from thy Distresse haue freed And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need To spacious Plentie and thence forth thy Bâ—ord Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd Buâ— Thou too-wicked-like too-stifte hast stood As their presumptions seeming to make good Not stoopt but strutted in Contesting Pride Therefore on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide Sith wroth he is beware to tempt him more Lest with his Stroak he sodain smite theâ—ore Or hisse thee hence with his al-mighty Breath Then can no Râ—nsom thee redeem from Death Will He regard thy Goods or reak thy Gold Thy State or Srength how much or manifold Nor wish Thou hope-lâ—ss for the hap-less Night When from their place People are taken quight Beware regard not Thou Iniquitie Neither alas through faint â—nfirmitie Chuse rather That than thine Affliction 's Part With humble Patience of a Constant heart Behold the Lord is for his Power suprem And for his Prudence Who doth teach like Him â—ho hath
with Terror of his Teeth so mortallâ— His Shield-like Scales he chiefly glories in So close compact glew'd sealed that between No Aire can enter nor no Engin pierce Nor any Point disioyne them or disperse His Sneesings cause a Light as brightly burning His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps and flie Quick Sparks of Fire ascending swift and hie Out of his Nostrils Smoak as from a Pot Kettle or Caldron when it boileth hot His Breath doth kindle Coals when with the same He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame Strength dwelleth in his Neck so that he ioyes In saddest Storms and tryumphes of Annoies His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone His Heart 's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone To see Him rise and how he breakes withall The stoutest stoop and to their Prayers fall No Weapons of Defence or of Offence Can Him offend or from Him be Defence Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do neuer awe Darts daunt him not more then they Stubble were He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare Sharp ragged Stones Keen-pointed Sherds Shels He resteth on amid his muddy Cels. He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boile A Pot of Oyntment casting scummie Soile Where He hath past he leaues vpon the streams A shining Path and th' Ocean hoarie seemes In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen So Fear-lesse made so full of hautie Spleen Despising all High things Him-selfe beside He is the King of all the Sons of Pride IOB prostrate then Thus to the LORD profest Cap â— Drad GOD I know and I acknowledge prest That All Thou canst and All Thou kennest too Our Thoughts not hid Thine owne not hard to do â— am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly â—or I haue spoken what I vnderstood not Of wondrous things which comprehend I could not Yet LORD vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An Eare and Answer to my humble Speech Till now mine Eare had only heard of Thee But now mine Eye thy Gratious Selfe doth see Therefore My Selfe I loath as too-too-bad And heer repent in Dust and Ashes sad Now after This with IOB it came to passe The LORD did also speake to Eliphaz The Thaemanite and Thus to him said He â—y wrath is kindled with thy Friends and Thee For None of You haue spoken of My Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath Therefore go take you Rams and Bullocks faire Seav'n of a sort and to my IOB repaire Bring for your Selues your Burnt Oblations due And IOB my Seruant He shall pray for you For Him will I accept lest Iustly-strict After your Folly I reuenge inflict Because You haue not spoken of my Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath So Eliphaz the ancient Thaemanite Bildad the Shuhite the Naamathite Zophar together them prepar'd and went And did according GOD's Commandement Also the LORD accepted IOB and staid His Thral-full State when for his Friends he praid And turned it to Solace-full from sad And gaue him double all the Goods he had Then all his Brethern Sisters all and Kin And all that had of his acquaintance bin Came flocking to his House with him to feast To wail his Woes and comfort him their best For all the Euill which the LORD of late Had brought vpon his Person and his state â—d Each man gaue him as best beare they could â—eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time â—th more abundance then his flowry Prime â—r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock â—mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak â—e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest Iâ—mima Kezia the Next â—d Kâ—ren Happuch saith my sacred Text â—e Third he named Names of gooly Sense â—uding to some Gracefull Excellence â—e first as much as Lustre of the Morn â—ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn â—n all the Countrey were no Women found â—air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground â—ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage â—et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age â—ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons â—cessiueâ—y Four Generations â— then He dy'd Ancient and Full of Dayes GOD for Him and all his Saints be Praise for His Succour in These sacred Layes AMEN EPITAPHIVM IOBI. Qui Se qui Sêclum vicit qui saeua Suorum Funera Amicorum iurgia Pauperiem Vlcera qui carnis qui Coniugis impia verba Qui Coelum iratum mente tulit placida Inuictum virtute IOBVM Patientia Virgo Nunc vidua hoc Sponsum condidit in Tumulo Who SELF The World Satan triumphto're Who Wealth 's Health's Children's ruefull Losse Who Frends Rebuke Foes rage Wifes cursing Crosse Hevns Frowne Earth's forâ— Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY By PIERE MATHIEV The first Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of South-hampton By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of South-hampton c. SHall it be said I shame it should be thought When After-Ages shall record Thy Worth My sacred Muse hath left SOVTH-HAMPTON forth Of Her Record to Whom so Much shee ought â—…th from Thy Town where My Sarauia taught Her slender Pinions had their tender Birth And all the little all shee hath of worth Vnder Heav'ns Blessing onely Thence shee brought â—â—r lack therefore of fitter Argument And lother Now it longer to delay Heer while the Part of PHILIPS Page I play I consecrate This little Monument Of gratefull Homage to Thy noble Bounty And Thankeful loue to My deer Nurse Thy County Humbly deuoted Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 LEt whoso list thinke Death a dreadfull thing And hold The Graue in horror in hate â— think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her â—lind in that Law which made her good for Him â—oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature â—n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined â—nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares â—er Vizard off there is no more to drâ—â—d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised â—ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back â—s Angels are with wings locks deuised â—o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick â—midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed â—ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick â—r feare of Death is worse then Death indeed 6 Each fears this Death with an equall Dread The Young as from a hideous Monster hie-them Th' Old at her sight shrink down into
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
make some blubber some so braue â—mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition â—eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue â—er his Empire are in one Condition 15 â—or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they comeâ— Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at homâ— And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to opeâ— Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand â—ccount of All that he hath done said thought â—hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame â—nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action â—o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame â—e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom â—erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall â—erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome â—t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing â—he worst least doth to the Bottom diue â—ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring â—t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free froÌ„ Death's Process Knowledge none protectethâ— But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise â—bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise â—d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie â—esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God â—e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary â—e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band â—e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign â— Him behooues who will Mankind command â—t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much â—ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought â—ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 serâ— He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not thâ— But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes â—h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay â—hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms â—he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs â—kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look â—a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs â—ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 â—n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered â—ose Honors though no less haue shined bright â—at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead â— liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 â—f Men might freely take Essay of Court â—ne hauing tasted would return so neer â—e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter â—form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Claweâ— Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so â—askt in the Church in Court with open
blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Traiâ— to Iâ— Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it â—er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe â—s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee â—mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems â—nion makes vs Other then we be â—s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 â—rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes â—h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water â—o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes â—o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 â—s leaue out I and No in Conuersation â—rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation â—ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 â—riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain â—ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victuâ— I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Poisâ— 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed proâ— 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labourâ— Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury â—Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age â—…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage â—he rather sith we first receiu'd from you â—he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack â—â—e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE â—â—opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great â—â—nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might â—pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENRâ—â—S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed â—er was King more dear neuer more dread â—oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome â—ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same â—ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame â—s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line â—rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine â—eater to all the Vertues built â—odly Garden with such plenty fild â—oisest fruits flowers that chusing there â—â—ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind â—â—th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion â—inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon â—â—d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre â—â—d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last â—t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 â—oubt of all and daring none to trust â—â—lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours â—â—h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his
his blood O! be not niggards of your Tears expence Vaile heer my Verse do ANNE a reuerence Rare ANNE that shames the rarest wits of Ours Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities â— stain our State remooue our miseries â— cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame â— extreame Euills remedies extreame â—store our King quick shall our Ioyes recouer â— neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer Eech-where our Grief finds matter to augment it â— Names remembrance doth each-where present it â— famous Gests do busie euery Sort â—me tell his Warres others his Works report â—hers his Fauors past glad-sad deplore â—en not to mourn is not to mind Him more Ah! must we liue and see so sodain dead â—e Life that late our Liues inspirited â—ke saile my Soule let 's put-into the Port â—ile HENRY liu'd 't was good to liue in sort â— let vs after sith Hee 's reft of breath â— fire of Life is now farre worse then Death â—orrow with vs doth both lie-downe and rise â—nkles our Browes withers our Cheeks Eyes â—e shun what-euer might our Griefs allay â—e wish the Night w' are weary of the Day â—ht brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade â— euen her Colour seems for Mourning made Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past Riuers of Teares are dryed-vp at last But neuer Ours Ours euer fresh shall flow We defie Comforts We 'll admit no mo Nor seek them but as Alchimy profound Seeks that which is not or which is not found Who from the Ocean Motion can recall Heat from Fire Void from Aire Order from All From Lines their Points from IRIS all her Dyes Perils from Seas from Numbers Vnities Shadowes from Bodies Angles from the Square May free our Hearts from Grief our Mindes from Caâ— He must be hart-les that is smart-les found The Soule that is not wounded with This wound Most brutish hath no humane Reason in 't There is no brest of Steel no heart of Flint But must be-mone so great a King so slain Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so tane Let vs no more name HENRYes Kings of France Death with two Kniues with one shiuer'd Lance Hath kild Three HENRY's one at Iousts in iest Th' other in 's Closet in 's Caroche the best So Three King RICHARDS Fiue Other cry Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie What worse Disastre can you haue behinde â— threaten France O Destinies vnkinde â—at greater Mischief can your Malice bring â— good a Father rest so great a King â—at will you more sith we no more can hope â— any Good that with This Ill may cope This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount â—is Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount â—s Atomie to 's Vnity vnites â—s Star returns to the first Light of Lights â—s Ray reuerts where first it light did take â— mortall wounds This Prince immortall make â—are-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings â—-well rare Prince for All-kinde Managings â—â—-well Great HENRY Heav'ns Natures Gem â—e-well bright Star of Kings Glories great Beam â—e-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde â—-well false Hope Fortune Court vnkinde â—eer lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome â—ME writes in Gold These Lines vpon thy Toomb â—is Prince vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage â—y Sur-nam'd the Great the Good the Wise â—ror of Future Miracle of Fore-Age â—hort Mis-hap for-euer Happifies FINIS S t. LEWIS the KING OR A Lamp of Grace lighting THE GREAT in the right vvay To GLORIE Translated Dedicated As a New-yeeres-Gift TO The High-Hopefull Prince CHARLES Heire Apparant of Great-Britan's Kingdomes The Hopes of Christendom By IOSVAH SYLVESTER 1615. TO My Gracious Lord THE PRINCE NOT that yo r Highnes needs My mean Direction Hauing within a Princely spirit for Guide Without your Parent round about beside Precepts Patterns of diuine Perfection â—esume I Thus to bring in dim Reflexion This forain LAMP admired far wide But as An humble Gift This New-Years-Tide To intimate my Faith and my Affection â—r gracious hand Thus binds my gratefull heart To Offer Heavn my Vowes You my Verse For that Deliuerance You haue daignd in part â—ny poore Hopes wrackt in your Brothers Herse You haue begun Vouchsafe me Sacred Powers You may go-on make Me wholely Yours In Effect as In Affection To yo r Highnes seruice humbly deuoted Iosuah Syluester A HYMNE of S t. LEWIS The ninth of that Name King of France OF all the KINGS admired ouer All Whose Prudence swayd This Crown Imperiall â—â—ose Prowesse most our Lillies Bounds inlarg'd â—ose Iustice best their Charge in Peace discharg'd â—om most the Raies of glorious Greatnes crownd â—o brightest shin'd Who was the most Renownd â—â—t magnified for Manly Conquering â—hin the World the World was th' Holy King 〈◊〉 whose chast loynes froÌ„ out whose loyall Bloud Heröick Stems of Royall BOVRBONS bud â—ous S t. LEWIS Good KINGS President 〈◊〉 for his CHRIST for His Crosse him spent 〈◊〉 by his Valour so renown'd his Name 〈◊〉 all the Earth hath trembled at the same Who to free from captiue Furie fell Fields where yerst Our Captain conquerd Hell â—rageous Zeale setting his Soule on fire â—â—med FRANCE against the Asian's ire When I his Vertues read Acts so great Which Him so high among the Saints haue set And heere belowe so lasting glory wan I iudge them scarce Works of a meerly Man But of an Angel in Mans shape bedight To shew the World the Way of Vertue right Amaz'd to see among so many Sinnes As fatally the Court breeds beginnes Among so many Pleasures whose sweet Baits Intrap the wariest with their wylie Sleights A KING to curbe him so in Power supreame To vvatch him Selfe so with such care extreame As not to taste Delight of any kinde Which Reason barrs a braue and noble Minde But so vpright in VERTVES track to tred That euen in Earth a Heav'nly Life he led For neuer was there more accomplisht KING Whose royall hart had more replenishing Of Princely Vertues fit for Powerfull hand Or to be wisht in Mindes of High Commaund Nay would the Heavns their Treasures all prodâ—cinâ— All Gifts of Body of Minde conducing Mould for Mankinde a Prince or Potentate Worthy to gouern th'VNIVERSAL State â—â—ey could not giue the World We much lesse â—h One more worthy with more due Addresse â—take into his Royall hand the Helm â—ormfull Times so apt to ouer-whelm â— much the Star which rules in Birth of Kings â—en He was destin'd to These manegings â—de and propitious in His heart connext â— feare of GOD loue of IVSTICE next â—RTVES whose habit Happinesse doth nourish â—â—kes CoÌ„mon-Wealth flow The Church to flourish â—es best for Base to each illustrious State â—es mightiest KINGS calm Crowns fortunate â—seth their Subiects feare them louingly â—pes Them in Dangers euer danger-free â— the Almightie printing in their Face â—le Maiestie sweet Terror dreadfull Grace â— heaping
alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain â—th as in Birth so in their Death alike â—th Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike â—th pass together in one self same Boate â—om th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote 〈◊〉 that in Life what-euer Ods there be Birth is None None in their Death we see Only the Good of what Degree soeuer â—e free from Death though they dye dye neuer â—ue to the Grief of Vertuous Soules their Frends â—hom to suruiue the Good it heer offends â—ean in Bodie which a Death they hold 〈◊〉 Toomb or Prison that doth Them with-hold â—om th' Happy Haven makes them less inclin'd â—o seek their GOD his strait Wayes to finde The Good are They who not alone not wring VVho not alone not wrong in any thing VVho not alone not hurt but from their heart Doe Good to Others and their Owne impart In liberal Almes vnto the Poor's Relief After their power as grieued with their Grief Such shall not dye but to liue euer Blessed Such shall not liue but to dye heer possessed Of Grace and Glory with th' ETERNAL GOD Author of Almes and euer-scourging Rod Of Such Gold-heaped Iron-hearted Wretches As to the Poor impart no part of Riches Nor lend nor Lodge nor clothe nor free nor feed Distressed CHRIST in His deer Saints that need Such shall not liue but to dye double martyr'd Such shall not dye but to liue euer tortur'd In Hell and Horror without End or Ease Now Worldlings chuse You which you will of These Fines THE â—ATAIL of YVRY OR THE BREAK-NECK of The Hellish-Holy League In That famous Victorie vvonne By HENRY the Great Written By Du BARTAS Translated Dedicated TO The Right Honorable RICHARD EARLE of DORSET By â—OSVAH SYLVESTER TO The Right Honorable Earle of Dorset â—S th'awefull Child that long hath truanted Dares not return vnto the Schoole alone â—or Shame Feare to be there discipled â—ith many Stripes for many Faults in One â—ares my Lord My long Omission â—f th' humble Thanks I ought haue tendered â—or kinde Endeuours You bestowd vpon My Right my Wrong to haue recouered â—d as in fine He brings his Mother forth To beg Forgiueness or his Fault to scuse â—o bring I beere My deer DUBARTAS Worth â—mediate for My too-faultie Muse Whom daign to pardon and in gentle Part Accept This last of His not least in Art Your Lordships most Obliged Iosuah Syluester Ad eundem Comitem Illustrissimum Nuper ex Gallijs reducem EPIGRAMMA Ex Lat. I. O. â—Yer's Change hath changed w ch but rare doth chance Your good to best in Science and in Sense â—er and better and Both from FRANCE Wel-come Great Earle few are so Well come Thence Eiusdem Clarissimi ANAGRAMMATA Clarus Divis Charus Richardus Sacvilus Is Clarus diu Charus Exoptat I. S. THE BATTAIL of YVRY O! What a Sun-shine gilds vs round-about O! What a Hymne of Triumph troule they out â—ll our Temples ô What cheerfull noyse â—â—at Bells What Bonfires ô What Publique-Ioyes 〈◊〉 Day is Ours and on the Leaguers head â—â—e angry Heav'ns haue their iust Vengeance shed â—â—e smooth my Brows You my throbing thoughts â—â—â—ong deeply sunk in Sorrowes sable Vaults â—â—…r-vp to Heav'n You Sisters Three-fold-Three â—â—…o of late Yeeres haue scarce vouchsafed Mee 〈◊〉 wet my lipps Now sweetly steep my Tongue â—our best Syrups poure vpon This Song â—…eaw of Gold a May of learned Flowres 〈◊〉 not mine Eyes blubberd with priuate Showres â—â—…sse publique Glee nor silent Me conceale â—â—ile Others sing These Tropheys of our Weale Ah! now begins my rapted Brain to boile â—h braue Invention Now 's the fittest while 〈◊〉 my Carreer Others may hold their tongue 〈◊〉 hardly can great Ioyes be hidden long But now How Where of What shall I begin This Gold-grownd Web to weaue to warp to spinâ— For heer I list not in these leaues my Lord The famous Facts of thy first Arms record So many and so numbery Armies scatterd So many Townes defenc't so many batterd By Thy young Valour Neither shall my Pen Re-purple Lisle nor with dead Grease agen Re-soile the Soile at Courtras neither dread Heere reaue again thy Ragefull Foes of Head Nor shall my Muse relate how that yer-while Abusings King 's and Churche's sacred stile All EVROPE nigh all sorts of Rights reneg'd Against the Truth and Thee vn-holy leagu'd While Thou a Prince nor hauing MeÌ„ nor Treasuâ— But poore in All saue rich in Hope past measure Resemblest right one of thy Hills in Foix Which stands all Storms firm'd by it selfs sad poize Boldly beholds the frowning Vpper-Stage Disdaining Winds deriding Weathers rage And with his brows cleauing the proudest Thundeâ— With knobbed knees still keeps it brauely vnder Nor may I now our Thoughts cleer Heav'n o'r-caâ— With Clowdy Theam of Miscries fore-past Nor cruelly begin againe to launce New-skinned wounds to the new griefe of France Sing Others Those Me shall suffice to sing That in few Months since Thou wert heer Our King Thy valiant hand hath more strong places won Then Both the Sides in thirty yeers haue don Though Swarms besieg'd in number did surmount Besieging Troops in so vn-equall count That oft there seemd of Foes more Troops almost Then single Souldiers in thy Royall Host Thou seemst a Lightning thy nimble Bands Follow thy will rather with wings then hands And impt with plumes of Honor-thirsting minds Are brauely born with Thy Good-fortunes winds Thou cam'st saw'st ouercam'st as swift well neer As these swift Words I haue digested heer Onely neer Arques for few dayes the Foe Thine Expeditions some-what doth fore-slowe But as a Torrent whose proud stream for stop Hath the thick height of some new Causwaies top The Bottome vndermines beats on the shore And still in vaine adds Forces more and more Till at the last aided with Showres and Snowes Fel foaming lowd his Prison ouer-throwes Tears Bridges down bears away Mounds Mills And hauing won the Valleys threats the Hills Swells as a Sea in his furious Pother Takes Land from some giueth more to other So thou re-Campst runn'st rushest ruinest Holds Houses Townes neuer â—oost thou rest Till rebel Paris pale for guiltie Feare Behold thy Face with too-iust Furie there In her vast Sub-vrbs Sub-vrbs flanked strong Sub-vrbs whose streets with Souldiers thickly throng Thou tak'st Estamps loosing scarce a man Thy martiall Troops ingrateful Vandosme wan Mans is assaild and taen Falaise Eureux Maine followes those after that Lizieux And Honfleur too stoop to thy Sacred Flowers And now began thy Sulphury Thunder-flowers To batter Dreux when as the Leaguers Chief Puft with some new Supplies fresh Relief From fatall Philip who right Foxie-Wise Wide yawning still after so rich a Prize Ambitious waits nor wishes nothing more Then that our Great each other enter-gore In Ciuill Rage that at the easier rate Himselfe may snatch the Price of Their debate Drawes neer thine Host Then Thou whose Fear was great
for euer Thus Thrill down the Darts of thy fierce Wrath on vs Shall the Chaldéan Idolists again Thy Chosen Flock in seruile Yoak enchain Shall our sad Houses turnd to Heaps of stone With Weeds Thorns again be ouer-grow'n Shall sacrilegious Fire again presume Thy sacred House thine Altar to consume But Ioachim High-Priest of God that tide And of the Hebrews then the chiefest Guide Followes the stout and expert Pilots guise Who when hee sees a suddain Storm arise Adds not more Fear with His Fear to his fellowes Nor leaues his Ship to mercy of the Billowes But hiding his distrust opposes braue His Arm and Art against the Winde and Waue For quick dispatching hourely Post on Post To all the Coverts of the Able-most For Pate Prowes Purse commands prayes presses them To come with speed vnto IERVSALEM Since first th' Eternall gaue his sacred Law Vpon Mount Sinai in so dreadfull Awe Th' Ark which contained in Two leaues of stone Much more sound Wisdom in it selfe alone Then subtile Greece or Rome renownd for Wise In Worlds of Volumes euer could comprise Wandred from Tribe to Tribe from Race to Race Throughout all Iury without Resting-place Yea somtimes too ô too audacious Theft The sacrilegious Philistins it reft Till th' happy day when Iesse's holy Stem Lodg'd it for euer in IERVSALEM But sith as yet great Dauids hands were red With bloud of Thousands he had slaughtered The King of Peace would haue a peacefull Prince In Peacefull dayes with all Magnificence To build his TEMPLE whose high Battlement Seemd Earth to scorn threat the Firmament Till th'hapless Day wherein a hatefull King In name and nature iust resembeling This Tyrant's Lord with execrable Blaze Did burne it downe the Foundation raze A long-while after Abr'ham's sacred Stems Returnd from Shores of Tyrant Tygris streams Beset with Fears with Perill and with Pain Re-builded Heer God's glorious House again Which though alas That first no more it matcht Then a Kings Palace a poore Cottage thatcht In Bignes yet Beauty and Height obscur'd All Pagan Wonders which most Fame procur'd Th' Assyrian Queen-king's sometime sumptuous Bowers Th' Ephesian Temple the Egyptian Towers The Pharians Pharus Carians costly Toomb Rhodes high Colossus the huge Heaps of Rome For for admired Art This glorious TEMPLE Seru'd Ctesyphon for Model and Example Lent rare Apelles curious Pensill Light And led Lycippus cunning Chizel right Thither by Troops th' Isaacian Tribes deuout Returnd to Salem flock from all about As when the Heav'ns opening their Sluces wide Poure suddain Showers surrounding euery side The gurgling Rills with rapid Course descend From sundry Hills and to some Riuer tend But sad-sweet IVDITH in the midst almost Shined as Cynthia ' mid the Nightly Hoast For God it seem'd her Beauties Form had cast In rarest Mould of Nature first or last Th' High Primate then assisted with the Ligne Of Eleazar Priests whose sacred Crine Felt neuer Razor on his oyled head A pearly Mitre sadly settelled His sacred Body also soon hee heals With sacred Vesture fring'd with golden Bells Then burns for Offring slayes for Sacrifice Kidds Lambs Calues Heifers in abundant wise Th'horns of the Altar with their blood bedying And lowely-lowd thus to th' Almighty crying Wee come not heer ô dreadfull Lord of Hoasts To plead a Roule of Meritorious Boasts Nor to protest that in these Punishments Thou wrongst thy Iustice and our Innocence No wee confesse our foule and frequent Crimes Worthy worse Plagues then These a thousand times Could'st thou forget Thy deer authentik Pact With Abraham or would'st thou so exact Forcing thy Mercy in thy Iustice Scale Our Waight of Sins with Iudgements countervaile Remoue our Cause wee therefore Lord intreat From Iustice Barr vnto thy Mercy-Seat O! holy Father pardon vs wee pray â—nd turn from vs this fearfull Storm away Alas vvhat boots vs that thy mighty hand â—ath brought vs home from Tigris hatefull strand â—ree from the Yoak which wee so long before â—nder th' Assyrian cruell Tyrants bore â—â— these fat Fields we haue but new re-tild â—â— these faire Frames we doe but now re-build â—â— these ô Dolor our deer louing Wiues Our Babes Sons Daughters deerer then our liues â—ust serue the Chaldés Ammonites for Pay â—nd be the Persians and fel Parthians Prey â—f This thine Altar if these hallowed rooms â—e re-profan'd with Heathen Hecatombs O! if thou wilt not pittie Vs abhord At least be Iealous of Thy Glory Lord At least haue pitty on This Holy Place Where to no God but to IEHOVA'S Grace â—s Incense burnt nor any Sacrifice But to thy Selfe of all the Deities Lord therefore turn ô turn the Chaldean Torches From these rich Cedar Roofs these stately Porches Preserue these Plates this pretious Furniture From sacrilegious Pilferers impure And let our Sorrow and our Sacrifice Vnto thy Iustice for our Sinnes suffice The Seruice done Each doth his way depart And Ioachim instantly calls apart The States of Iuda and thus sadly-sweet Consults with Them how with this Storm to meet Graue Peers said he if your braue Zeale of old Be not quight quenched be not yet key-cold If Care of Wiues if tender Childrens loue Had euer Power Your Soules deer Soules to moue If in your Brests rests any noble Worth Now now or neuer bring it brauely forth For but God aide and your auspicious Speed Wee are vndone Wee our wretched Seed And neuer more shall the Immortall see This Altar Smoaking to His Maiestie While th' Aire is mute so that it scarce can make In Summer dayes an Aspen leafe to shake While Seas be calm so that with Streamers braue A thousand Saile slide on the sleeping Waue While all the Winds be mew'd vp in their Cell 'T is hard to say which Pilot doth excell But when a Tempest one-while sinks a Ship Down to the Bottom of th' infernall Deep â—nother-while with swelling Fury driuen â—ilts with her Tops against the Stars of Heav'n â—aking a Shelfe now and a Rock anon â—hen and but then is a Good Maister know'n Therefore alas let now no carnall Care Of goods liues honors for your priuate Share Make you forget your Common-Country's Loue This Sacred Place th' Honor of GOD aboue â—ut humbly all into His hands resigning Your Soules whole Sway all your Spirits refining â—n sacred Flame from Drosse Mists impure Which too-too-oft the cleerest Eyes obscure â—dvise I pray the best in likely-hood Most pleasing God most for the Publique Good An aged Traytor then whose breath distill'd â—weet Hony Words whose brest with Gall was filld Wringing false Tears from his dissembling Eyes His cursed Drift did in These Terms disguise My Spirits faint my Speech doth faile me quight My frostie haires for horror stand vpright When I consider how This Tyrant fel With Bloud-floods drowning where he coms to quel Drawes neer Vs threatning to our Houses Flames Death to our Selues dishonor to our Dames But when on th' other side to minde I