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A terrible battell betweene the two consumers of the whole world: time, and death. By Samuell Rowlands
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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hee le tempt him to impatient mind To grudge and to repine at Gods correction Whereto with paine and griefe he seemes inclin'd But finding grace preuenteth that infection He seekes to draw him to a pride of hart To thinke himselfe a man of great desart And one in whome perfection doth abound That constantly aduersities can beare For his good workes deseruing to be crownd And that of sin he need not stand in feare If this cannot his sowle for hell prepare He labors then to driue him to despaire Compares Gods iudgements and his sins together And bids his conscience looke vpon the law Where damned soules remain he must go thither No mercy such a sinner euer saw It stands not with Gods iustice for to saue-him The Deuils come and onely he must haue-him Thus plots that foe and thus he oft preuailes And doth enlarge his kingdome wondrous thus Millions of sowles go hel-ward with these gales When men from memory do banish vs To count thee precious all men haue great reason To thinke on me is neuer out of season Time Death it is true but that same monster sin That brood of hell that Deuils eldest childe Which with the fall of Adam did begin And all his off-spring odious hath defil'd That Viper of the soule doth still appeare To all those sinners entertaine it heere Sinne the despising of Gods Maiesty And the contempt of his Eternall power The death of Vertue Graces enemy Canker of true felicities faire flower The obscure darkenes of mans vnderstanding Rebell to all the lawes of Gods commanding Sinne the director vnto all mishap The fetters of th' eternall vault of hell The tempters net he vseth to intrap The price wherewith the Deuils buy and sell The seed of Sathan daily by him sowne In those hard harts which are become his owne Sinne euerlasting poison curelesse killing The imitation of the evill sprites Folly of men to vvhich the world runs willing Pleasing destruction fil'd with loath'd delights Soules pestilence from darke infections Den The cause of all Gods plagues that light on men Hath ouer man such rule and Empire got And generally on earth beares such a sway That ther 's not one doth good and sinneth not The righteous falleth seuen times a day This is the cause the Lyon roares about And heauens narrow way is hard found out Death True time Well then we went with expedition Killing about some hundred by the way Vnto the mansion of a rare phisition That with my subiects bare a mighty sway Of sicke and lame and gowty cry sort Gaue all of him a wonderfull report Within his hand he held a vrinall Which after he had view'd a little space This party quoth he very shortly shall Be perfect well and in a healthy case There is no daunger do as I haue wild Yet that same person I had newly kild To many he gaue notes what they should take Some pill some potion others must let blood And diuers compounds some with speed must make And on his life this phisicke would do good Quoth I Phisitian cure thy selfe fond man Thou diest this howre preuent it if thou can About this time much worke I had to do As wofull London did both feele and see A dreadfull plague began six hundred two Which did continue out six hundred three The bloody busines I had then in hand Became a terror vnto all the land Deadly destruction was in e'ry street A daily mourning and a daily dying Great vse of Coffin and of winding Sheet From empty houses many hundreds flying Each faculty profession and degree Tooke counsell with their legs to run from me But how they sped experience can declare How many left their liues vpon the way Poore mortals in my hands are brittle ware Like Vapor Buble Flower wither'd Hay Where can they run but I am still behind-them Where can they liue secure but I will find-them The Cittizens that out of plague time euer Are entertain'd with welcomes in all Townes To shun like Serpents each man did endeuor Amongst the rusticke rude viâ—ciuill Clownes The name of Londoner that very breath Had power to terrifie as much as death Let him be friend or kinsman what he will Maister or seruant husband or the wife You must keepe out saies Iobson with his bill The plagu's about him neighbors on my life Heere is no meat and drinke for horse or man Starue if thou wilt or get it where thou can God which detested cruelty seeing this Gaue vs commission ouer all the land That flesh and blood might know the plague was his And he had power to strike or hold his hand Then we his officers to worke did go And make the Country tast of Citties wo. How could they shun their owne infection now That held the Londoners contagious foes What vertue can their worm-wood smels allow To charme the plague for comming neare their nose Angellica is but a rotten root Hearbe-grace in scorne I trample vnder-foot Vnicorns horn's not worth a marrow-bone Though men esteeme so precious of the dust Bugell is euen as good as Beazer stone If I but say Sirrha away you must Prepare thy soule repent the guilt of sin Coffin and sheete attend to take thee in I wonder what men thinke that daily see Their friends and kindered carried to the graue How they can count themselues secure to be That not an howers time of life-time haue That find they are but tenants heere at will Yet liue as they could liue free-holders still Where 's old Methuselah that long liu'd man Whers's al the fathers saw so many daies Their liues were but the length of Dauids span A vapor that most sodainly decaies Th' are borne grow strong wax old fall sicke and die So other do and others them supply Where 's that strong man that did so many kill And admirable things by valour did That carried Asah gates to Hebron hil And rent a Lyon like a tender Kyd Looke in the graue where this great man doth lie There 's no strength left to kil a silly flie Wher 's that most rare and comely shaped prince That would haue puld his Father from his throne Whose like no age hath seene for feature since Nor any age before his age had known Not a locke left of all his goodly haire Hundreds ago his scull was bald and bare Wher 's Hector gone and Hercules become What newes with Pompey and Achilles now Where marcheth Alexander with his drum To Caesars scepter who doth yeeld or bow Where are these great and mighty conquering ones Time shew an ounce of dust of all their bones Time Death preethy stay let this discourse stand by And make me answere vnto one request Some doubt and difference is twixt thee and I Which to resolue in my conceit were best And this it is The world exclaimes on me For diuers actions that are done by thee If thou stab children in their mothers wombe Or kill a king as soone as
A Terrible Battell betweene the two consumers of the whole World TIME and DEATH By Samuell Rowlands Printed at London for Iohn Deane and are to be sold at his shop 〈…〉 To the wise and well accomplisht Gent M. George Gaywood health and happinesse SIR the great and good report which my beloued friend the bearer hereof hath giuen of you hath made me more then halfe in loue with you which makes me thinke in some sort as the rude and rusticke phrase is to scratch acquaintance of you But sir beleeue it to be thus for you shall finde it so that this is not done of purpose to draw from you any bounty or rewarde to me for my Penne neuer was nor neuer shal be God saying Amen Mercinarie but to let you know that the bringer hereof who doth acknowledge himselfe to be more indebted to you then his poore estate or deiected life can make satisfaction for hath some friends that will in some measure giue you thankes for the more then fatherly kindnesse you haue shewed to him This vnspeakable loue and kindnesse of yours extended to him hath made me to dedicate this sillie work vnto you which by the generall report of your worthinesse I thinke vnworthie your acceptance But if it please you to call back againe some of the loue which you haue heretofore borne him and withall to consider that this is sent to you but as a gratulation from me for him then I make no doubt but you will accept it for his sake if not yet still I will rest your friende and Wel-willer made so by my friends report S. R A bloudy Battell betwixt Time and Death Time DRead potent Monster mighty froÌ„ thy birth Gyant of strength against al mortal power Gods great Earle Marshall ouer al the earth Taking account of each mans dying houre Landlord of Graues and Toombs of Marble stones Lord Treasurer of rotten dead-mens bones Victorious consort Slautering Caualier Mated with me to combat all aliue Know worthy Champion I haue met thee here Only to vnderstand how matters thriue As our affayres alike in nature be So let vs loue conferre and kind agree Great Regester of all things vnder Sunne Gods speedy poast that euer runs and flyes Ender of all that euer was begun That hast the Mappe of life before thine eyes And of all Creatures since the worlds creation Hast seene the finall dusty consumation Death Let me entreat thee pardon me a while Because my businesse now is very great I must go trauayle many a thousand mile To looke with care that Wormes do lacke no meat There 's many crawling feeders I maintaine I may not let those Cannibals complaine I must send murtherers with speed to Hell That there with horror they may make abode I must shew Atheysts where the Deuils dwell To let them feele there is a powerfull God I must invyte the Glutton and the Lyer Vnto a banquet made of flambes of fire I must bring PRIDE where Fashions are inuented You ydle headed Women quake and feare Your toyish fooleries will be preuented A shute of crawling Serpents you shall weare You that endeuor onely to go braue What Hel affoords you shal be sure to haue I haue the swagring Ruffian to dispatch That moth and canker of the common wealth The graceles Theefe that on the pray doth watch The dronkard a carrowsing of his health And of all sinners such a damned rowt As full of worke as Death can stir about Time This lawfull bus'nes I do well allow But in my absence how wilt thou proceede I must be present too as well as thou Before Time come thou canst not doe the deed· My Sythe cuts downe vpon thy dart they die Thou hast an houre glasse and so haue I. Looke my kinde Death here is some sand to run What do I bid thee look that hast no eies Let 's suffer their last minute to be don Some man repents the instant when he dies As one example I remember chiefe Of him that died a Saint and liu'd a Theefe Death Thou speak'st it true that penitent indeede Had neuer happy houre till his last But of like second sinner who can read From such a hellish life to heauen past But one to keepe pore sinners from dispaire And from presumption one and he most rare Thou knowst all flesh that is of woman borne Corruptly vnto sin giues full consent Seruing the Diuell with the finest corne Their pleasure youth and strength on him is spent And when the night of age brings painfull grones Then in Gods dish they cast their rotten bones Who would not censure him a foolish man To loyter out the spring and sommer tide And when another reapes make seede time than Expecting what the season had deni'de Yet such bad husbands hell affourds good-cheap Will vndertake to sow when others reape Some make my picture a most common thing As if I were continual in their thought A Deaths hâ—d seale vpon a great gold ring And round about Memento Mori wrought Which memory with gold cannot agree For he that hates the same best thinks on me I onely am a welcome frend to such As know by me they enter vnto rest And that no second death their soules can touch The peace of conscience harbors in their brest And with the diuell flesh and world still striue Vntill at Canaan they doe ariue But Time for tother thou shalt witnesse be How most vnwilling those same wretches die Their ends thou daily doest behold and see And can'st enforme the world I do not lie With horror griefe and anguish discontented In soule and body furiously tormented Time Surely they are their states cannot be told We apprehend but outward things in sight Most fearefull are those obiects to behold That curse their birth and time they saw the light Sinne hath no salue but mercy that they craue-not Repentance findeth grace and that they haue-not Death I came to kill a Vsurer of late And staying by his bed a while for thee His speech was all of mony-bags and plate But not a word of God nor thought of me Quicke fetch a scriuener let a bil be drawne Sirrha your day is broke I le keepe your pawne Intreat me not you should haue kept time better Thou shalt buy wit a foole must feele the smart Get me a Seriant to arest a debter And with that word my mace went through his heart Thus died the wretch with Mony Bond and Bill And if God haue him t' was against his will When this bad fellowes date was thus crost out I do remember we came to a place Where laye a Diues groning of the gowte Crying Lord Lord methought he ment for grace Vntill I heard the burden of his song Was Lord where may this Doctor stay so long Sir quoth his wife t were good haue a Diuine Thou art a foole said he I need him not I haue a hart as perfect sounde as thine What is there not a Doctor to