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
be as well taught as fed 5. Of a Iudge Both blinde and lame I iudge Thee best to make Least that thine Eyes miss-giue thy Hands miss-take 6. Of a Husbandman Good-morrow bids the Cock th'Owle bids Good-night To Countrie-Cares I bid GOD speed them right 7. Of a Captaine In War and Peace CHRIST is the sole Commander To lead to God-ward follow still His Standard Of all the Seauen So Rule 1 Plead 2 Practise 3 Preach 4 Doom 5 Delue 6 Direcâ— 7 Climes 1 Causes 2 Cures 3 CHRIST 4 Crimes 5 Turues 6 Troâ—…selâ—… 7 FINIS LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM or The Spirit of Teares Distilled For the vn-timely Death of The incomparable PRINCE HENRY Late PRINCE of WALES By IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM A Funeral Elegie The Argument in an EPITAPH HEre lyes Drie Eies read not This EPITAPH Heer lyes Great-Britans Stay Great Iacob's Staff The stately Top-bough of Imperial Stemme World's richest Iewell Nature 's rarest Gemme Mirror of Princes Miracle of Youth All Vertues Pattern Patron of all Truth Refuge of Armes ample Reward of Arts Worth 's Comforter milde Conquerer of Hearts The Churche's Tower the Terror of the Pope Herôik HENRY Atlas of our Hope HOw-euer short of Others Art and Wit I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfit And shall but light my Candle in the Sun To doe a work shall be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrow's Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes in stead of sweetest Songs This Loss alas which vnto All belongs To All alas though chiefly to the Chief His royal Parents Principalls in grief To All the Peers to all Confederate To All the CHVRCH to all the CHRISTIAN State To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S.P.Q.R. To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to Vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope In Whom with Nature Grace and Fortune mett To consummate a PRINCE as Good as Great In WhoÌ„ the Heavn's were pleas'd to shew the Earth A richer Iewell then the World was worth Or worthy of therefore no more to make So rare a Piece His pretious Moulde they brake O soudain Change O sad Vicissitude O! how the Heav'ns our Earthly Hopes delude O! what is firm beneath the Firmament O! what is constant heer that giues Content What Trust in Princes O! what Help in Man Whose dying Life is but in length a spann Melting as Snowe before the Mid-day Sunn Past as a Poste that speedy by dooth runn â—wift as the Current of the quickest Stream â—ain as a Thought forgotten as a Dream O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earth's Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent Kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Minde O All-admir'd Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer be thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest highest nighest Hope O! how vntimely is this Sunne gonn down This Spark put-out This Ark as ouerthrown This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How graceless How ingrate Haue Wee cut-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak froÌ„ Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hell's suborned Band Of ROMVLIDES What dare not They presumeâ— If this That Sea a Sulphury Sea consume How-e'r it were We were the Moouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no-longer drawâ— Wee all alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd down from Heav'n from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauy Iudgement which yet more doth threat Wee Clergie first who too-too-oft haue stood More for the Church-goods theÌ„ the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weak of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Officers whose Price of euery Place Keeps Vertue out and bringeth Vice in grace Wee Gentrie then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Change with the Moon our Fashion Faith Fate Wee Lawyers then who Dedalizing LAVV And deadding Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our GAYNE Wee Country-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificial Dearth Wee Pourueyors last who taking tenn for two Rob both at once our Prince and People too All briefly all all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Arctines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Batts Harpies Sirens Centaures Bib-all-nights Sice-sink-ap-Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorn of the Vulgar Scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guilty in a high Degree Of This High-Treason and Conspiracie More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure And th'odious Engine which doth all include Our Many-pointed proud INGRATITVDE For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Prinâ—es oftentimes So good IOSIAH HENRY 's parallel Was soon bereft from Sinfull Israel So our good EDVVARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is new taken hence For now Great-BRITAN's great Sinnes Confluence VVee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turn wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turn vs Lord turn to vs turn away Thy Frowns our Fears with humblest Tears we pray O saue our SOVERAIN saue his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SIN To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation Let Each of vs as Each hath throw'n a Dart A Dart of Sinne at HENRY's princely heart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules deuoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZABETH And HIM whose Loue shal render HER her Brother And make Her soon a happy Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Loss Death is to HIM a Gain For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glory for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crowns so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Heart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye
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
and wide spred and disperst the fame Of IOB'S Mis-fortunes from the first begun That He was halfe dead and was whole vndone His Friends then Eliphas the Themanite Bildad the Shuite the Naamathite Zophar as others hearing this report As soone as might be towards him resort Resolu'd with Comforts to relieue in part Their Friends Affliction asswage his Smart But there arriued at the very sight Of his so wofull and so wretched Plight They all amaz'd their Garments sadly tore Their heads with Ashes all besprinkled o're And for seavn dayes and nights in Sorow drown'd Lay grieuing by him groueling on the ground Without word speaking lest vntimely trouble Amid his Anguish should his Dolors double 〈◊〉 3. IOB therefore straining his obstructed voice Began Thus sadly with a shiuering noise O! VVo be to the Day when I was born O! be it eueâ— of the Light forlorn O! may it euer vnder Darknes lie And neuer Sâ—n vouchsafe it cheerfull eye Nor GOD regard it let a deadly Shade O're-clowde it aye as euer Dismall made O! wo be also to the Night wherein My Mother my Conception did begin Lightning Thunder thrill it euermore Whirle-wind Tempest may it euer roare Of Fogs of Frosts of Showers of Snowes of Haile Of Mists of Mil-deawes may it neuer faile May it no more in Calendar be plac't But from the Role of Months and Yeares be rac't May th' Euening Stars be dark No light returning May it no more see th'Eye-lids of the Morning Because it clos'd not at my wretched Birth The fruitfull Doore that brought me weeping forth But let me passe into this woefull Light To vndergoe so miserable Plight O! Why when shapelesse in my Mothers Womb I lâ— as dead Why did not Death strike home VVhy not alas amid the bearing Throes VVhen I began to feele Mans feeble Woes VVhy did the knees support me Why the Brest Supply me suck Why was I swath'd and drest Sith else alas I had now lien at ease Had been at rest had slept in quietnesse Among the high and mighty Potentates Kings Counsellors great Lords and Magistrates VVho in the VVorld to leaue their Names Renowne Haue built theÌ„ Bowers which others shall pul-downe And those rich Princes that haue heapt of-old Their houses full of Siluer and of Gold Or Why alas as an Abortiue Birth Was I not hid and buried in the Earth There Tyrants cease from their imperious Pride There Vertuous Workers at their rest abide There Prisoners rest from their Oppressors Braule There Slaues are free from their fell Masters Thrall There High and Lowe without Disdain or Dread Rest all together in one Common bed O! wished Death more to be wisht then Life Thou breakst the Force of Enuies Engines rife Thou cuttest-off our Trauails Tediousnesse Thou kilst our Cares Thou calm'st our most Distress· O! to the wretched why is Light imparted Why Life alas vnto the heauie-hearted Who longs for Death and if it linger long Would fainer seek it then euen Gold among And gladder find it as of Ioys the Chiefe Within their Graue to burie all their Griefe Especially to Him whose Way is hid Whom GOD hath shut-vp stopt streightened Sith yer I eat My Sighes refell my Food My Roarings gush out like a raging Flood For though my Plenty neuer made me proud My Power imperious nor to pleasure bow'd What most I doubted I endur'd alas And what I feared is euen comn to passe For Care and Feare I had no rest before Yet Trouble's come and trebbles more and more IOB ceasing so began the Themanite Câ— â— Ioly perplext an Answer thus to dight If We presume to comfort thee deer Friend Wil our Discourse I feare it will offend Will thy Disease our kinde Good-wills disdain But in this Case alas Who can refrain Who so hard-hearted or vnciuill-bred That can vnmoued see thee thus bested To see and heare Thee in this deep Distresse Who can keep silence Who can hold his peace Why Thou wert wont in thy Prosperities To stay weak hands and strengthen feeble knees To counsell those that in their Course had stray'd To comfort those whom Crosses ouer-lay'd Now that Mis-hap on thine owne head hath hit Now that the Storm hath thine owne vessell smit Now that the Case is Thine How art thou sunk From thine owne Succor From thy self how shrunk Where is alas Where is thy Confidence Thy Constancy thy Hope thy Patience Thy Piety thy Faith thy Feare of God And th'vpright Path which Thou hast euer trod O! ponder this Who euer Innocent Hath perished Hath the Omnipotent Eternall Iustice euer plagu'd the Iust Destroyd the Righteous who Him only trust As I haue seen Those that haue plough'd and sow'n Iniquity reap sodenly their owne When with the Blast of GOD they blasted fall And with his Breath are quick consumed all GOD in his Fury starueth in distresse The roaring Lion and the Lionesse Their rauening Whelps are scattered farre away Their Teeth are broken and they pine for Prey I 'll tell thee more Once in a certain Night Silent I heard a Voyce and saw a Sight About the time when Sleep begins to seaze Our drouzie Lids our Dayly Loads to ease Amaz'd with Feare my haire began to heaue My heart to tremble euery part to leaue His proper Part When to mine eyes a-space Appeerd the Image of an vnknowne Face One stood before me Whence yet more dismaid I heard a Voyce and Thus me thought it said Shall Man be iuster then his GOD said He The Creature purer then his Maker be Behold he found not in his Angels bright Firme Fealty but Folly in his sight How much more then in Those whose habitation Is but of Clay but Dust their best Foundation Whose brittle Vessels heer so little last That yer they know them they are often past Whose fickle Garment how-so-euer loath Shall be destroy'd and done before the Moath Whose doubtfull Daies yer they begin be gon Cut downe by Death when least they think thereon Whose Dignities how-euer grac't or Great Shall die with them and Them the Wormes shall eat NOw call thou lowd if any will reply Cap â— Among the Saints where wilt thou turne thine eye Two sorts of Fooles th' Idiot and Enuious die Of Anger th' one th' other of Iealousie I haue beheld the Foole faire rooted yerst Yet haue I soon his Habitation curst Because his Children succour-less shall suffer By Iustice Doom and none shall Pittie offer Him Selfe withall confounded void of Hope To gather-in his long expected Crop Which th'hunger-starued froÌ„ the Thorns shal snatch The Thirstie shall hir substance all dispatch A Misery which GOD doth oft permit For th' Earth it selfe is not the Cause of it Sith were not Sin it should not barren be But Man for Sin must toile him seruilelie In Sweatfull Labour borne for Labour's end As properly as Sparkles to ascend But were My Case as Thine in this Distresse Rather to GOD would I my selfe
addresse Him would I seek of Him would I enquire Whose Works are great whose Wonders all admire Vnspiable Vnspeakeable by Man Immutable Inserâ—table to scan Who on the Earth the raine at pleasure poures And in the Streets distills the liquid Showers Who lifts the Lowly vp brings downe the Lofty And reares sad Mourners vnto Health and Safety Who dissipates the craftiest Policies And dis-appoints the Counsells of the Wise Who takes the wariest in their proper Wiles And Wicked ones in their owne Guile beguiles So that they meet with Darknes in the Day And as at Midnight groap at Noon their way But He preserues the Poore from sword tongue And cruell hands of Tyrants prone to wrong So that the Poore shall haue their blessed Hope But Wicked ones their cursed mouthes shal stop Lo then how happy he whoÌ„ GOD correcteth Repine not therefore that he Thee afflicteth He wounds heales he strikes he restores He sendeth Plagues Plaisters for the Sores Hee in six Troubles shall deliuer thee And in the seauenth thou shalt be danger-free He will preserue thee from fel Famines rage And from the Sword of War thee dis-ingage Thou shalt be safe froÌ„ scourging tungs of Momes Nor shalt thou fear Destruction when it comes â—ay thou shalt laugh at it and Death derâ—de Not dreading Beasts of fellest Pawes and Pride â—tones thorns thistles shal be friends with thee With thee the Beasts in constant league shall be And as without thou shalt haue Peace within Thy house thou shalt behold it and not sin Thou shalt perceiue thy Seeds seeds seed to spred As Grass in Fields Flowers in euery Mead. â—n a full Age to thine own Graue shalt Thou As in due time Corne to the Barne or Mow. Lo This is Truth and Thus we daily try-it Consider it and to thy Selfe apply-it â—ap 6. IOB then reply'd ô were my Sorows waigh'd And with my Suffrings in iust Balance layd They would exceed the Seas wet Sands in poize Therefore alas they swallow vp my voice For th'Arrowes of th' Almightie keen and quick Haue thrilled me still within mee stick Their Anguish makes my spirits faint quaile me Alas the Terrors of the LORD assaile me Braies the wilde Asse if he haue grass his fill Or lowes the Oxe if he haue fodder still Vnsauory things who without Salt can eat In whites of Eggs is there a taste of meat Yet am I faine alas and forc't indeed Of what my Soule abhorred most to feed O! that the LORD would daign me my desire Grant me my Loâ—ging grant what I require Which is but This that He would end my dayes Let goe his hand and let me goe my waies So should I yet haue Comfort though I burn In bitter pangs of Death I will not spurn Let him not spare me for yet do not I The holy Word of th' Holy-One denie But ô What Power haue I to persist What may ensue if I shall long subsist Am I as hard as tough as strong alas As strongest Stones or is my Flesh of Brass Nay am I not already Impotent My spirits consumed my strength all spent In Crosses Comforts should Friends most afford But men alas haue left to feare the LORD My Brethren haue deceiu'd mee as a Brooke As rifing Flouds they haue me soone forsook Which foule and deep in Winter all o're-flow Or crusted thick with ice no moisture show Or else in Summer by Sol's thirsty Ray Are licked-vp and quicklie dry'd away While Trauailers to Thaema and Saba thought To water there for their succour sought But failing quite and frustrate of the same They are confounded they blush for shame Even such are you you see me ill appaid In dismall Plight and you are all dismaid Why are yee so When haue I bid you bring Or out of yours supply me any thing Or crav'd of you auxiliarie Bands To reskue me from Foes or Tyrants hands Shew me mine Error where I haue gone wrong Tell me my Fault and I will hold my tongue But bold and free 's the speech of Innocence Which of you can reproue and what Offence Thinke You aduantage of my words to haue As if Affliction made me wildely raue Then on the Orphan doth your furie fall You dig a Pit to catch your Friend withall Therefore vouchsafe me better to revise Wrong me no more My words be neither lyes Neither my deeds as you shall find I trust If you returne in that behalfe vniust Complain I causeless Do I counterfait Is not my mouth with Anguish all repleat â—ap 7. HAth not Man's warfare his set limits heere As hath the Hireling by the day or yeere As toyled Seruants for the Night attend And weary Taskers for their Labors end So haue I looked but alas in vain For end of Sorrowes for ease of Pain Perpetually my fruitless Months proceed My tedious Nights incessantly succeed No sooner layd down but I long to rise Tired with tossing till the Morning spies My Flesh is clad with Worms with excrement Of lothsom dust my Skin doth rot and rent My Dayes flit faster then the Shuttles slide From Weauers hands whipping froÌ„ side to side Consider Lord my Life is but a Blast Mine eye no more shall see the Goodnes past Who now beholds me shall no more anon â—f Thou look-on Mee I eft-soones am gon As Clowdes do passe quite away do flit Whoso descends ascends not from the Pit Neither returnes vnto his wonted owne Nor of his place is any more be-known Therefore alas I will not spare to speake â— cannot hold needs must I silence break Amid the anguish of my Spirits distresse And in the depth of my Soules bitternesse Am I a Sea or Whale that with a Gard Thou girtest me keep'st me in so hard â—f I haue said In silence of the Night When drousie Humor siels-vp euery Sight When All aboue in vnder Aire Earth Seas â—â— quiet Slumber seem to take their Ease â— may be that my painfull Pangs shall cease â— may be that my Passions shall haue peace With fearefull Visions then thou doost affray me With Dreames Fansies dreadfully dismay me So that my Soule had rather chuse at once To die then liue in Durance of my Bones Wearie of life liue alwaies shall I not Then leaue me Lord alas my dayes are nought O! What is Man that thou extoll'st him so That Thou on Him doost euen thy heart bestow That euery Morning Him thou visitest And euery Moment Him examinest How is it that Thou leau'st me not a little Alas nor lett'st me swallow-in my spettle O! Thou Preseruer of Mankind I knowe And I acknowledge I haue sinn'd but O! What shall I say What shall I do to Thee Why in thy Wrath doost Thou incounter Mee Why mak'st Thou Me alas the Mark White To thy Displeasure in my Selfe's despight Remit O Lord what I haue ill omitted Remoue alas what I haue miss-committed For now I
preseru'dst me by thy Prouidence These Things as hidden in thy Bosome bee But well I know that it is so with Thee If I haue sinned Thou wilt sift me neer And of my Guilt Thou wilt not hold me cleer If Wicked I haue been then Woe to Me If Righteous Yet still will I humble be Though deep confounded and amazed much To see and feele my sad Affliction Such But be it more come Lion-like set on-me Returne and show Thee maruelous vpon-me And so indeed Thou doost for Thou renewest Thy plagues on me and me more fierce pursewest Changes of Woes Armies of Paines extreame Afresh inuade me and me round behem Then Why alas Why didst thou bring me forth From fruitfull Womb being no better worth O! that I there had perished vnseen And that I were as if I had not been Brought from the Womb one Tomb vnto Another To Earth my Mother from my Earthly Mother Is not my Glasse neer out My Date neer done O! let him cease and leaue-oft laying-on That I may take a little Comforts breath Yer quite I goe to the dark Land of Death A Land of Darkness Darkness Selfe I say And Shâ—de of Death where is no Light no Day 〈◊〉 11 THen answered Zophar the Naamathite Should words preuail Shal prating pass for rightâ— Should all be mute Shall no man dare reply To mock thy Mocks and giue thy Lie the Lie For Thou hast said and that too-vehement My Words and Deeds and thoughts are innocent Pure in Thine eyes But O! that GOD would speak That He would once His sacred Silence break To shew thee Wisdome's Secrets Thou might'st see Thou meâ—â—t'st double what he layes on Thee And surely know that in his Iustice strict After thy Sins He doth not Sores inflict But seems to haue forgotten or forgiuen Thy Trespasses against Him Selfe and heauen Canst Thou by searching GOD's deep Counsel find Conceaue th' Almighty Comprehend His mind Reach His perfection It doth Heauen excell In Height in Depth exceeds the lowest Hell Longer then Earth larger then all the Seas O! What When Where How wilt Thou measure These If He cut-off shut-vp collect reiect Who can diuert Him Who his Course correct He knows vain Men He sees their harts that hard theÌ„ In Guiles and Wiles and will not He regard them That foolish man made wise may be reclaimed Borne bruit and dull as an Asse Colt vntamed If therefore by Repentance thou prepare Thine humbled heart if that in hearty Prayer Thou stretch thine hands vnto his Throne aboue Though thou haue sinn'd if Thou thy Sin remoue If Thou remoue it and permit no more In quity to dwell within thy Doore Then shalt Thou doubtlesse free from Fault Fear Settled and safe thy Face againe vprear Then shalt thou sure forget thy Misery Or but esteem it as a Streame past by Then shall thy Daies be then the Noon more bright And thou shalt shine as Morning after Night Then shalt thou rest secure and confident Hopefull and Happy in thy proper Tent In thine owne Dwelling where for Eminence Sutors shall flock with seemly Reuerence But as for stubborne wilfull Wicked-ones That still run-on in their Rebellions Their Helps shall faile and all their Hap shall fall And as a Ghasp their Hopes shall vanish all 〈◊〉 12 THen said the Hussian You vndoubtedly You are the Men Wisdom with you must dy Yet would yee knew it somwhat know I too I vnderstand perhaps as well as you Nor will I yeeld you in this Iarre a lot VVhat you haue vrg'd I know and Who doth not Yee say I lie yee tell me that I mock But I am made my Fellowes Laughing-stock Who calls on GOD and whom He heareth prest Th' Vpright and Iust indeed is made a lest And He that 's going downe in state forlome Like dying Lamp is to the Rich a Scorne VVhile for the most Oppressors prosper sure And God-prouokers safely and secure Haue in their hand GOD in their hand hath puâ— The Horne of Plenty them at will to glut Aske but the Beasts inquire of Earth or Seas Or Fowles or Fish for which is it of These But knowes and showes plainly tells thee This That GOD's their Maker and of All that is That in His hand 's the Life of all that liues That He alone to All Men Breathing giues Doth not the Eare try Speeches bad or good And for it Selfe the Palate taste the food So Wisedom should be to the Many-year'd And Vnderstanding to the Hoary-hair'd With Him it is with th' Ancient of Dayes With Him is Counsaile Wisedom Power Praise Lo He destroyes and no man can restore Whom He shuts-vp can be let out no more He stops the Streams then dry they vp and shrink He sends them forth then all the Earth they sink With Him is Strength with Him is All that is Who erreth Who maketh erre are His He doth distract the Counsailors of State He makes the Iudges as infatuate He breaks the Bonds of Kings Imperiall Awe And brings Them bounden vnder Others Law He leads the Princes as a Captiue prey Dismounts the Mightie and with strange dismay He dulls the Learned dumbs the Eloquent And reaues the Iudgement of the Ancient He poures contempt vpon the Noble-born He strips the Strong He leaues the Stout forlorn He deepest Secrets soone discouereth He brings to light the darkest shades of Death He multiplieth People and He mowes Them down again by Famin Plague or Blowes He sends them forth in Colonies â—o spread And brings them back by wrack lack sack or dread He reaues the hearts of those that rule the Eâ—th And makes theÌ„ roam throgh Desertsands of Death Where None go by They gâ—ope as in the Dark They haue no Light no Sight no certain Mark They stray they stumble to fro they wheel And He He makes Them Drunkard-like to reel 〈◊〉 3. Aâ— This mine eâ—es haue seen mine ears haue heard All This my heart hath weigh'd wel conferd So that in Thâ—â— what you haue known I knew And â—m not Herrein to giâ—e â—lâ—ce to You. But as â—â—u wish I also wish O! would Th' Almighty pleas'd that I might be so bold In his own Presence at his Bar to stand To plead with Him the Cause I haue in hand For You indeed are too Sâ—â— histicall Silly â—hysicâ—ans for my Sickneâ—â—â—ll O! that you therefore had still heâ—â— you mute Sâ— might you still haue held a wise Repute But â—iâ—t you now vnto my Arguing Maâ—â— well my Reasons the Proofes I bring Will You speak falsly for th' Almighty Lord Will you for Him pronounce a Guileful word VVill you be partiall for His persons sake Will you for Him with Cauils vnder-take Shall it auaile you will He con you â—â—â—â—â—k At his great Audit for this double â—rank Or ween you smoothing these Deâ—â—â—s to smother Or but to mock Him as one Man another No you shal know He wil not brook nor bear
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
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
sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whilâ— yâ— When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soulâ— Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance HeaueÌ„ steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day â—â—y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay â—nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft â—â—ough angry Fates of Father him bereft â—t Mercifull they left him such a Mother â—â—at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds â—om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds â—he Kings and Princes stand amazed all â—th horror of an Act so Tragicall â—me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare â—d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night â—â—â—umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight â—â—e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale â—iuing King to a dead Corps pale â—â—r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery â—erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more â— view this Light shall open as before â—â—ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court â—â—ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort â—e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne â— dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous paâ— That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee eueÌ„ his Hart for TeÌ„plâ— This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exempâ— To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his CouÌ„cells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts â—aue often batterd His but by your leaues â— fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues â—ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest â—e You perhaps You neuer Him possest â—â—u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't â—either attempt what He attempted not â—eason was aye the Aime of His designes â—is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines â— all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks â—hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold â—rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold â—s Life alone 's an History admir'd â—herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd â— pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn â—hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse â—ot known to any but to Worthinesse â—at Gate indeed did seldom open quick â—s Liberality coy Bewty-like â—u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still â—a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigâ— If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd â— doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd â— Learning be to her due Place restor'd â— now Desert the Charge in Church attain â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre â—he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are â— Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold â—or State for Store for People Goods Gold â— in thy Citie Cities sprout again â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire â—ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire â— France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame â—f now in France be nothing out of frame â—f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free â—rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be â—f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe â—f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe â—f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft
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