owner do they show 5 Then soyle in this most happie haru'st your right Ripe sweete desire in spight of vilde Enuie So shall you with your Monarches matching-might Make earthly Kings to feare your conqu'ring crie The circuit of this spatious Ball at length shall yeeld vnto your armie potent strength 6 As sounds below relents the Ayer aboue That hideous noyse of Thunderclaps may swage So proud vsurping mindes shall stoope to mooue The Lion read to stay his roring rage Their honors high when he hath made them thrall Since with his force their forcelesle force must fall 7 Hee threatens th' earth with such tryumphant might That makes his foes afraid to heare his name On Vertues wings oreshinde with honors light Borne through the world with euer flying fame Which still the Eccho of his might resounds A terror threatning these terrestiall bounds 8 His Scepter proud and his great conqu'ring hand Will erect Troph's of high Triumphes on all Earth-ruling mindes stooping at his commaund Adorn'd they are by him to bee made thrall So Monarch hee must cause ech potent King For him and his rich tributes for to bring 9 No treasons gilt such threatningss can abide Nor Vipers vilde who cates their tongues to barke With feares confus'd must needs their selues go hide And lye obscure in the Cemerian darke From light debar'd to pressage Plutoes place Where mōstrous spirits such mōsters shal imbrace 10 Sweld with Enuie and poys'ned great with griefe Most serpent-like spewes Vennome on their owne Damn'd harts abhord whose mutins breeds mischief They with their selfe their selfe shall bee orethrowne So diu'llish braynes brings restlesse murther still They silthie frogs ech one shall other kill 11 Then subiects true on honors throne set forth No death your eternized life can end For famous feates ad's wonders to such worth And truth still doth a shining light out send Whose glancing beames reflexing heere and there By flowing quilles of Poets are made rare 12 Now happie Ile sequestred liues no more Since ioyn'de expell the excrements of wrath And let their foule ambitious factes implore Their owne orethrow and well-deseruing death Rase downe tread on their turrets of Enuie Whose pride would mount aboue the valted skie 13 The Register of Memorie beholde How God of wonders wondrous works hath wrought When life past hope to Treason he was solde Till threatning death in dangers mouth him brought In such extremes deathes ambush was in vaine For Heau'ns strong hand did saue him stil vnslaine 14 All high attempts of deu'llish foes was foyld All hideous noise of horrors did asswage All tragike troopes of hellish thoughts was spoylde And rigors selfe gaue rigor to their rage Ensignes displaid whose terror them confounds Whilst conqu'ring Ioy victorious trumpet sounds 15 The ship which death with tempests grief did threat'n And gulfes of seas was readie to deuoure When restlesse-mercy-wanting-stormes had beat'n At last came safe vnto her long-sought shore So heau'n now brings him to his hau'ning place Still to succeed to him and all his race 16 The vpright in each true externall thing Bewrayes the force hart burnig-loue doth yeald For smiling lookes of such a gratious King Shall make your loue with lise and blood be seald Vnworthie to enioy this mortall breath Who for this King or countrey feares their death 17 The Altar is a spotlesse minde whereon You sacrifice and offer vp good-will Loue yeelds the fuell from the hart alon Which once inflam'd is quenchlesse burning still Then Martiall feates shall breed couragious strife In battels braue to trye a carelesse life 18 Though the Idaa of your long desire Vnsetled Time obscures him for a space Yet shall this Time with comming Time expire And then receiue fruition of his face Who Iustice seekes his wisedomes eyes shall see With Reasons right each may contented bee 19 Lo Spring-time comes long dark'ned Sun com's out All to renew that Winter blastes had spoil'd When sending forth his gorgeous beames about Hopes haru'st expel's which high dispaire had foil'd So hope triumphes dispaire lies quite o'rethrowne Sweet Soyle thou hast which God hath made thine own 20 Misconster not his well-inclining-minde Doo not mistrust for Triall lurkes in Time Why to his Kingdomes shall hee prooue vnkinde And glorie stayne of his adorning prime No counsaile can make him become so strange Nor earthly pompe his burning loue to change 21 Murmour no more nor bee not discontent When constant loue and spotlesse Iustice stands With eager piercing lookes for to preuent All kinde of foule oppression in his lands This is the right inricheth his renowne This is the oath made to his royall Crowne 12 And you whose long tormented hearts hath still With cloudie mistes and darkenesse been obscur'd You all the world with Tragike volumes fill What woe 's deuis'd that you haue not indur'd Your Register this Rigor may recall Shame bloodshed death still captiues led in thrall 23 In guiltlesse him no crueltie doth dwell Nor from his mercy neuer sprang mischiefe Your conscience read and it shall surely tell His hands are wash'd as causelesse of your griefe Then let the bloud the banishment and death Bee on their heads the Authors of your wrath 24 What though a King yet Kings are sometime forc'd To yeeld consent with vnconsenting hart As from his will vnwillingly diuorc'd That no vprore should rise any part Such is the onely prudence in a Prince That ' gainst a murm'ring Momus makes defence 25 Why doe not then degorge satyrike words Vsurping right thou shalt vsurpe thy braine For lo nought else such foolish feates affords But diu'llish guerdon for thy greatest gaine And still thou shalt infamous make thy name When as thy end 's to end in endlesse shame 26 If Christian thou then Christian-like abide Till flowing fauour from his Kingly loue By Stately rule thy fredome shall prouide When mindes remorse and mercy shall him moue So Conscience thral'd made free and griefe is gone Then shall his Soyles contented hue in one 27 And dark'ned Clouds that lowers vpon you heads Giues place vnto the glori'us shining Sun Whose burning beames with radiant splendor spreads A restlesse race not ending still begun To shew the ods 'twixt heau's Caelestiall light And glomy mist of Helles eternall night 28 From treasure rich of Gods immortall store Let feruent loue in fity flames descend And sill you hearts with pittie to implore That heau'ns preuenting hand may him defend Let highest curse breath forth consuming woes For to conuert or else confound his foes 29 A gratious King whose Mercie still abounds A gallant Queen by Nature made none such A Prince whose worth Iames restles Trumpet sounds And Princesse she I cannot prayse too much A King a Queene a Prince a Princesse rare O Soyle what Soyle can with this Soyle compare 30 Then happie I le in this thy happie day Gods thundring voyee with harts relenting heare Whil'st heau'ns high Troopes theatred in array With sounding loy before Christs
all my loue and labor 's lost let Fame Spit forth her hate and with that hatefull scorne In darke obliuion sepulchrize my name And tell the world that I was neuer borne In me all earthly dream'd-of-Ioy shall ende As Indian herbes which in blacke smoke I spende 14 All-doting-pleasure that all-tempting-Deuill I shall abhor as a contag'ous Pest I 'le purge and clense my sences of that Euill I sweare and vow still in this vow to rest In fable habit of the mourning blacke I 'le solemnize this oath and vow I make 15 Then goe vilde World confused Masse of nought Thy bitternesse hath now abus'd my brayne Auoid thy deu'llish Fancy from my thought With idle toyes torment me not agayne My Time which thy alluring folly spent With heart contrite and teares I doe repent FINIS Against Time SONNET GOe traytor Time and authorize my wrong My wrack my woe my wayting on bewray Look on my heart which by thy shifts so long Then tyranniz'd with Treason to betray My hopes are fled my thoughts are gone astray And sencelesse I haue sorrow in such store That paine it selfe to whom I am a pray Of mee hath made a martred man and more Go go then Time I hatefull thee implore To memorize my sad and matchlesse mone Whilst thy deceipts by death I shall decore My losse of life shall make them known each one So I poore I I sing with Swan like song Go traytor Time and Authorize my wrong FINIS ¶ The Estate of worldly Estates 1 EAch hath his Time whom Fortune will aduance Whose fickle wheel runs restlesse round about Some flatt'ring lye oft changeth others chance Dangers deceipt in guiltie harts breeds doubt It 's seene What yet hath beene With tract of time to passe And change Of Fortune strange At last hath turn'd their glasse 2 Enuie triumph's on tops of high Estate All ouer-hung with veiles of feigned show Man chmbes aboue the course of such conceate That lothe-like they loath to look below And what All 's haszard that Wee seek on Dice to set For some To height's do come Then falls in dangers net 4 The gallant man if poore hee 's thought a wretch His Vertue rare is held in high disdayne The greatest Foole is wise if he be rich And wisedome flower from his Lunatique brayne Thus see Rare sprit's to bee Of no account at all Disgrace Hath got such place Each ioyes at others fall 3 The brib'rous minde who makes a God of gould He scornes to plead without he haue reward Then poore mens suites at highest rat's are sould Whilst Au'rice damn'd nor Ruth hath no regard For heere He hath no feare Of Gods consuming curse His gaines Doth pull with paines Plagues from the poore mans purse 5 The furious flames of Sodom's sodaine fier With feruent force consume vaine Pride to nought With wings of wax let soaring him aspire Aboue the Starres of his ambitious thought And so When hee doth go On top of Prides high glory Then shall His sodain fall Become the worlds sad Story 6 Ingratitude that ill ill-fauor'd Ill In noble brestes hath builded Castles strong Obliuion sett's-vp the Troph's that still Bewrayes the filthie vildenesse of that wrong Ah minde Where deu'llish kinde Ingratitude doth dwell That Ill Coequals still The greatest Ill in hell 7 On poysons filth contagious Error spreeds Heau'ns spotlesse eyes looks as amaz'd with wonder Their Viprous mindes such raging horror breeds To teare Religions virgin-roabes asunder What then O wicked men And Hels Eternall pray Go mourne And in time turne From your erronious way 8 What course wants crosse what kinde of state wants strife What worldling yet could euer seem content What haue wee heere in this our thwartting life Ioy Beautie Honour Loue like smoak are spent I say Time goe's away Without returne againe How wise Who can despise These worldly vapors vaine FINIS His Dying song 1 NOw haplesse Hart what can thy soars asswage Since that art grypt with horror of Deaths hand Thou baleful-thou becoms the Tragick stage Where all my tort'ring thoughts theatred stand Griefe feare death thought each in a monstrous kinde Like vgly monsters muster in my minde 2 Thou loathsome bed to restlesse-martred Mee Voyd of repose fill'd with consuming cares I will breath forth my wretched life on thee For quenchlesse wo and paine my graue prepares Vnto pale-agonizing Death am thrall Then must I go aud answere to his call 3 O Memorie most bitter to that man Whose God is Golde and hoords it vp in store But O that blind-deceiuing Wealth what can It saue a life or add one minute more When hee at rest rich treasures in his sight His Soule poore Foole is tane away that night 4 And strangers gets the substance of his gaine Which he long sought with endlesse toyles to finde This vâ—lde worlâ—s silth and excrements most vaine Hee needs must dye and leaue it all behinde O man in minde remember this and mourne Naked thou cam'st and Naked must retourne 5 I naked came I naked must returne Earths flatt'ring pleasure is an Idle toy For now I sweare my very Soule doth spurne That breath that froth that moment fleeting ioy Then farewell World let him betray'd still bost Of all mischiefe that in Thee trusteth most 6 Burnt Candle all thy store consum'd thou end 's Thy lightning splendor threat's for to be gone O how do'st thou resemble Mee that spend 's And sighs forth life in sighing forth my mone Thy light Thee lothes I loth this lothed life Full of deceipt false enuie grudge and strife 7 I call on Time Tim's alt'red by the change I call on Friendes friendes haue clos'd vp their eares I call on Earthly Pow'rs and they are strange I call in vaine when Pittie none appeares Both Time and friends both Earthly Powers and all All in disdaine are deafe at my hoarse call 8 Then Prayer flowe from my hart-humbling knees To the supreame Celestiall Throane aspire And shew my griefe to heau'ns all seeing eyes Who neuer yet deny'd my iust desire Mans helpe is nougth O God thy helpe I craue Whose spotlesse blood my spotted Soule did saue 9 Then take my Soule which bought by thee is thine Earth harb'ring-worms take you my Corps of Clay O Christ on mee Eternall mercy shine Thy bleeding woundes wash all my sinnes away Now now I come to thee O I-su sweet Into thy hands I recommend my Street FINIS
throne compeare In consort sweet melodious songs to sing Liue hue great Iames most blest and potent King FINIS To Scotland his Soyle To thee my Soyle where first I did receiue my breath These Obsequies I sing Before my swan-like-Swan-like-death My loue by nature bound which spotlesse loue I spend From treasure of my hart to Thee I recommend I care not Fortunes frowne nor her vnconstant Fate Let her dissembling smile and tryumph in deceate Curs'd be that man which hoords his hopes vp in her lap And curs'd be he that builds vpon her haplesle hap I tread on that blinde Bawd and scorne hir sowre-mixt-sweet In spite of all her spite I spurne her with my feet Now let her spet more wrath If any more yet bee Let horror of her hart thunder at carelesse Mee Then all the flatt'ring showes of Fortune I disdaine So farewell Soyle and friends a Pilgrime once againe FINIS His Passionado when he was in Pilgrimage 1 THou Phaeton thy fity course do'st end and Cinthia thou with borrow'd light do'st shine These woods their silent horrors doo out-send And Vallies lowe their mistie Vapors shrine Each huely thing by natures course doth goe To rest saue I that wander now in woe 2 My plaints impart these soli'd partes to fill Whil'st roaring Riuers send their sowndes among Each dreadfull Deen appeares to helpe me still And yeelds sad Consorts to my sorr'wing song How oft I breath this wofull word alace From Eccho I sad accents backe imbrace 3 I wil aduance what feares can me affray Since Dreades are all debar'd by high dispaire Lake darke nights-Ghost I Vagabond astraye With trobled spri't transported here and there None like my selfe but this my selfe alone I matur'd man bewaile my matchlesse mone 4 You flintic stones take eares and eyes to see This thundring greife with earthquake of my hart That you may sigh and weepe with miser Mee Melt at the tragicke Commentes of my smart Let these my teares that fall on you so oft Make your obdurate hardnesse to be soft 5 You liquid droppes distilling from mine eyes In Christall you my second selfe appeares Patterne of paine how do'st thou sympathize In visage wan and Pilgrim's weede thou beares And on those signes of miscontent attire Still doe I read debar'd from my desire 6 This hairie Roabe which doth my corps contain This Burden and my rough vnrased heade A winter and a summer haue I bin In dangers great still wandring in this weede Loe thus the force of my disasters strange Hath made me vse this vnacquainted change 7 I am dri'd vp with Dolors I endure My hollowe eyes bewray my restles night My Visage pale selfe pittie doth procure I see my sores deciph'red in my sight A Pilgrime still my Oracle was so And made my name AH MISER MAN I GO 8 Now doe I goe and wander any way No strange estate no kinde of trau'ling toyles No threatning Crosse nor sorrow can me stay To search and seeke through all the sorts of soyles So round about this Round still haue I run Where I began againe I haue begun 9 In strangest parts where stranger I may bee An outcast lost and voyed of al reliefe When saddest sights of sorrow I can see They to my graue shall helpe to feede my griefe If Wonders selfe can wofull wonders showe That sight that part that wonder I will knowe 10 Thus doe I walke on forreigne fieldes forlorne To carelesse Mee all cares do prooue vnkinde I doe the Fates of sickle Fortune scorne Each Crosse now bredes contentment to â—y minde Astonish of stupendious things by day Nor howling sounds by night can me affray 11 You stately Alpes surmounting in the skyes The force of floods that from your heights down falles There mighty Clamors with my carefull Cries The Ecchoes voice from hollow Caues recalles The snow froz'n-clowds down froÌ„ your tops do thuÌ„der Their voyce with mine doth teare the ayre a sunder 12 And Neptune thou when thy proude swelling wrath FroÌ„ gulphes to mountaines mou'd with Winters blast In anger great when thou did'st threaten death Oft in thy rage thy raging stormes I past And my salt teares increast thy saltnes more My sighes with windes made all thy bowells rore 13 The spatious earth and groundlesse deepe shall beare A true Record of this my mart'ring mone And if there were a world of worlds to heare When from this mortali Chaos I am gone I dare approue my sorrow hath bin such That all their witts cannot admire too much 14 On the colde grownde my Caytife-Carcasle lyes The leaueles trees my Winter blasted-bed Noc Architecture but the Vap'rous skyes Blacke foggie Mist my weari'd corpes hath cled This lothsome Laâ—e on which I restles tourne Doth best befit Mee-Miser-man to mourne 15 With open eyes Nights darknes I disdaine On my Cros'd brest I Crosle my Crossed armes And when Repose seckes to preuent my paine Squadrons of Cares doe sound their flesh alarmes So in my sleep the Image of pale Death These sighing words with burthen brus'd I breath 16 I euer row'd my Barge against the streame I scal'd those steppes that Fortune did me frame I Conquer'd which impossible did seeme I haples I once happie I became Now sweetest Ioy is turn'd to bitter gall The higher vp the greater was my fall 17 What passing Follies are in high Estates Whose foolish hopes giue promise to aspire Selfe-flatt'rie still doth maske the feare of Fates Till vnawares deceiu'd in sougth desire This breeds dispaire then force of Fortunes change Setts high Estates in dread and perrill strange 18 There secret grudge Enuie and Treason dwelles There Iustice lies in Dole bewraying weede There slyding Time with alt'ring feates still telles The great Attempts ambitious mindes doe breed They who haue most still hunt for more and more They most desire that most are choak'd with store 19 Henceforth will I forsake Terrestiall Toyes Which are nought ells but shawdowes of deceat What Couer'd danger is in earthly ioyes When vilde Enuie triumphes on each Estate Thou Traytor Time thy Treason doth betray And makes youthes Spring in florish fayre decay 20 What 's in Experience which I haue not sought All in that All my will I did aduaunce At highest rate all these my witts are bought In Fortunes Lottrie I haue try'd my Chaunce So what I haue I haue it not by showe But by experience which I truly knowe 21 Long haue I search'd and now at last I finde Eye-pleasing-Calmes the tempest doth obscure When I in glory of my prosp'rous winde With white sweld sayles on gentle seas secure And wheÌ„ I thought my Loadstarre shin'd most faire Eu'n then my hopes made shipwracke on dispaire 22 My light is darke whil'st I am ouerthrowne Poore silly Barke that did pure loue possesse With great vngratefull stormes thus am I blowne On ruthlesse Rockes still deafe at my distresse So long-sought-Conquest doth in ruin's bost And saies behold thy loue and labor 's lost 23 Since