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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

Hap vpon them euery-where Good feare for them Them the Euill feare ●ow many braue Marks left his noble Minde ●h'Happiness These Vertues bring Mankind ●en full of Constancie he durst maintaine ●t raigning for Him Who made him to raign ●e sacred Twinnes nigh frō the World dis-pell'd ● their Temple in His Bosom dwell'd Guided his Person gouern'd his Affaires Counsaild his Counsails qualified his Cares Steerd all his Course through all his Voyage heer As men their Ships by Card Compasse steer These making him with rarest spirits compeer In holy pride Hee euen despised heer The Kings that puft with glory of a Throne Commaunded All except themselues alone By th' one he happied his owne Soule with Rest By th' other also he his People blest By th' one becomming to him Selfe seuere He rul'd him Selfe kept his own Power in feare By th' other giuing free Course to the Law He kept his Subiects in and happy saw Through all his Kingdome Peace Plenty flowe● In basest Grange as well as golden Bower But 12. times Sol throgh the 12. Signes had go● When Heauens assignd him to his Fathers Throne And to the hands of his Man-Childhood left The glorious Burthen of This Sceptres heft But as in th'Orchards at Monceaux or Blois The Gard'ners Care ouer some Graftlings choise The second yeare of their adoption there Makes them as good goodly fruits to beare Trees whose Trunk branched Top bewraies ●●eir Months as many as the Other 's dayes ●●rough the Heavns fauor Earths fruitfulness ●wing that God their yoūg first-fruits doth bless ● forward Vertue in his Pupillage ●ught forth th' effects of a mans perfect age ●prouing quite his feeble signes of youth ● prouing him inuincible in truth ●inst vaine Pleasures all their Baits condemning ●inst all Perils Death it Selfe contemning ●inst all Passions euer them resisting ●inst all Crosses constant ay-persisting ●or looke how lowe his hart in humble awe ● bow'd to GOD and bended to the Lawe ●●gh he mounts it in Praise-worthy Pride ●ue the World Fortune and All beside ●se Vanitie with false gloss gilded o're ● Mortals most desire admire adore ●ring onely with that holy Marie ● his degree That One thing necessary ●iring solely th' holy Works wherein Almighty Workers wondrous hand is seene ●ring none but th'Euerlasting One ● louing best fearing but HIM alone Then bearing aye This Oracle imprest Within the Centre of his royall brest That A sincere true-Religious KING Feared of All needs feare at all no-Thing Where Hee whose Soule hath not This Feare in-layd Of none is feared but of All affraid Arm'd with This Breast-plate as with stronger Ar● Then Those of old blest with inchanting Charm● He brau'd all Perills that his Prowesse met And His calm Spirit amid a Storme so great As would haue cast Youth in a swoune insensible Shew'd Resolution of a heart inuincible Appearing such indeed as Painters fain Great Hercules when Iuno's fell disdaign Pursuing him he Monsters quaild and killd A Man in Courage though in Age a Child Which well he proou'd to those Rebellious Peers Who making light of his then-tender yeers And measuring his in-side by his age Troubled his State with storms of Ciuill Rage Armed against him many a Tower Towne Aymed by Ambush to surprise his Crowne When He to heale by necessary Ill This Ill before th' Impostume ouer-fill ● Sword in hand their first Assault preuents ● as His Subiects brauely them conuents ●ome and cast them arm-less at his feet ●else as Foes his armed Force to meet ●n Him their true Liege if true French they be ●d in the Field to take This Offer free ●nge or Pardon of their past Mis-deeds ●all the Mischief which the same succeeds ●one his Power should press them to perforce ●ther their Duties vrged with Remorse ●eir blind Furie did the One contemne ●ther should poure Death Disgrace on them ● how the words of a braue Prince preuaile ● daring Speech did so their Courage quaile ● though the cold Ice of a prudent Feare ●not forth-with put-out their frenzie there ●id it daily from thence-forth decline ●all their Flame turn'd but to Fume in fine Those whose furie dream't a Diadem ●r Side abandon disbanding them ●ct their vaine Hopes and in season flie ●he King's Mercie for their Remedie ●ers more dreading Rigour of the Law ●er protection of the English draw Guilding their Guilt with friuolous pretences Arming their weak Cause with as weak defences Till but increasing their dishonor by 't Wanting as well good Fortune as good Right They 'r also faine to beg his Bounty royall Ill worthy Them so obstinate-Disloyall What proofs of Prowesse vvhat contēpt of dang● Exprest this Prince vpon the enuious Stranger On crystall Charant in Zantognian Coast When false la-March backt with a foraine Host Mustred against him from so many parts So many Groues of Lances Pikes and Darts There France and England fully bent to Fight Had both their Armies in their Order pight From Either side mount winged Clowdes amain On Either side they poure their Showers againe While siluer Charant to haue barr'd their Teene Her swelling shoulders did oppose between This Riuer makes the Reed-crownd Banks to By th'arched fauour of a Bridge there is Whose gaine or losse besides the honor boades Or barrs the Prize of Victorie by ods The English friended by a Fort at hand Which proudly did the neighbour Plaines cōman● 〈◊〉 won this Passage and were passing on ●erely to end their Victory begun ●n Lewis rushing to the Bridge the first ●ells the Foe and puts him to the worst ● dead and wounded all the place he paues ● then Horatius brauer him behaues ●artens His re-haleth from the Foe ● Victorie ready with Them to goe ●ing alone as a firm Rock afront ●st alone to beare the Battailes brunt ●onely marke of many thousand Darts ●m alone still aimed from all parts ●t the last by his example prest ●inning all his Armie wonne the rest ● if his Courage shin'd in Conquering ● did his Mildnesse in the managing ●o can recount and yet who could conceale ●ustrious Vertues whose industrious zeale ● the World his honors blazed yerst ●hese mists these first clowdes were disperst ●catterd all by the bright-shining Rayes ●is new Sunne in Summer of his dayes 〈◊〉 Europ's Vmpire making Peace with Men War proclaim'd against their Vices then The glorious Works his Royall Vertues did Cannot without impietie be hid Although without diminishing their Worth My Muse alas can neuer set them forth For of all Vertues sacred Tracts least rife His Life 's a Picture limmed to the life And such a Pattern as to match again The Wish is vertuous but the Hope is vain Sith the more wondrous 't is Worthy Table To imitate 't is more inimitable So that His Worth weening to-life to limne I ouer-reach in stead of reaching Him And like bad Singers as too-bold t oo-blame Sounding His Praise rather My Selfe I

his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor

Of Either Sex of Every Sort must die Yea th' INNOCENT for Our imputed Ill Who came not Lawes to break but to ful-fill The Son of GOD The Son of MAN become Th' Immortal yielded to This mortal Doome ●o that for Sin no Son of MAN hath breath But once must dye Wages of SIN is Death As for the reason Why it comes to passe Somtimes that Age seems to haue turn'd his Glasse While oftentimes Youth's yer it seem begun Is crackt or broken or already run Why Lillies Roses Gillie-flowers be reft When Nettles Thistles Hemlocks heere be left Why Cedres Okes Vines Oliues rather fall Then Brush and Bryars good for nought at all Let Flesh and Blood let Dust be rather mute Then with His MAKER sawcily dispute Yet heer me thinks but little Question needs Doe not We rather gather Herbes then Weeds Doe not We take the timber for our turn And leaue the Dottrells in their time to burn And in the Shambles who is it but would Be rather sped of yong Flesh then of old And yet in Season when we see it good Wee weed our Gardens fell our Vnder-wood And kill old Cattell least they goar the yong Or fall away or mix some Mange among Much like the Lord who knoweth best all Season And best obserues But will we vrge his Reason His Reason is His WIL His Wil is iust Or rather Iustice which His Power must In Wisedome execute right vnderstood To His Owne Glory and His Childrens Good Wherein His Goodnes through His Mercy shines To cleer and cheer devout and humble mindes For to the Godly in despight of Hell Heav'n maketh all things to re-issue well Heer heer 's a Harbour heer 's a quiet Shore From Sorrowe's Surges all Storms that rore This is Cap Comfort a high Promontorie Of richer Store then heer is roome to storie Heer let vs bide and ride-out all Events With Anchor Hope and Cable Patience Vntill our Bark some happy Gale shall driue Home to the Haven where we would All arriue Come Noble Vi-Count put into This Bay Where with a Light our A'M'RAL leads the way Though deepest laden the most distrest The greatest Ship of Burthen and the best HIM boldly follow though heer as CHIEF In Grief as Greatnes His must drown your Grief Count it an Honour to be call'd to try Your Vertue 's Valour in your Soveraine's eye Wee All partake His Cross His Losse is Ours But His Affections to the life are Yours The neerer then You match His mournful fate His royal Patience neerer imitate And you sad Lady Mother of annoy For hauing lost the prime Sonne of your Ioy Ah! see the Soveraine of your Sex hath so Some think it ease to haue some peer in Woe But such a PEER and such a Pattern too Should much me thinks confirm comfort You To beare-vp hard into this happy Road And lighten somwhat of Your heauy Load The rather sith besides the Happinesse Which now aboue your Darling doth possesse The Crown the Kingdome and the Companie Of All the holy heauenly HIERARCHIE Besides your Mess of goodly GRACES left Whose WORTH frō Al the Prize of Worth hath reft Foure louely Nymphs foure Rivers as it were Your veines of Vertue through the Land to bear You haue another Model of The same To propagate renowned SIDNEY'S Name Another like in every part to proue As worthy of our Honor and your Loue In whom if now You IOB-like bear this Cross Heav'n may restore you manifold your Loss FINIS THE SECOND SESSION of the PARLIAMENT of Vertues Reall Continued by Prorogation For better Propagation of all true Piëtie Vtter Extirpation of ATHEISME HYPOCRISIE AVARICE CRVELTIE PRIDE LVXVRIE From th' Originall Transcribed Inscribed To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Great Britaine By IOSVAH SYLVESTER A DIVINE TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall OR THE HISTORIE OF His Heroicall Patience In A measured METAPHRASE To ARTHVRS CASTLE call'd by ART'S CHAST LVRE My Hope Heere Hasteth For My HART 's LAST CVRE Sir YOV haue seene In My PANARETVS A SVVEET IDEA Of Our hopes in YOU A REAL ACT of That Ideall VIEVVE In My LEVV●… Roy ●… Vertue Heer more HEROIK and more HOLY-True I bring Your Highness Yet A Higher Peece Past all the Pattern●… of old Rome Greece Faith 's PATIENT Champion in His Triumph due Farre bee His Crosses Frō my Prince I pray Neer bee His Course As the most Complet●… In sacred GRACES that beseeme The GREAT Towards God and Man in Cleer or Clowdy Day So much More needfull In This Sin-full Age By How Much Satan neer his end doth rage VVith VVhom and His the better Aye to wras tle Great Michael gard strengthen ARTHVRS CASTLE praies Prostrate Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Reuerend Honorable FAther GEORGE ABBOT Lord ARCH-Bishop OF CANTERBVRY IN Grate-full HONOR Of Your MANY Giftes Of GRACE NATVRE Apted to Your Place This DORIKE Piller My DEVOTION liftes To shewe Heere After What We owe your Grace Both for Your Prudence And Your Pious Zeale Learning And Labour In Your Double Charge Swaying The CHVRCH Staying the Cōmon-Weal Most STVDIOVS Euer EITHER to Enlarge And Last not least of all For CONSTANT standing On Right 's vveake Side Against the tide of wrong When PHILISTINES And Daliladies banding With Armes or Charmes Would bind or blind the Strong In Honor of these Honors this I bring To Reuerend ABBOT His Second KING VESTER SYL VESTER Deditissimus TO The Right Honourable The Lord ELESMORE L. High Chancelour of England * THOMAS EGERTONVS Anagramma * NESTOR THEOMAGVS GRaue * GOD-WISE NESTOR Neuer did a Name Saue A IVST MASTER better speak a man As Court Councell with Mee witnes can Than doth Your Owne in This Your Anagram Should I A Volume of Your Vertues frame Broad as my Brest Thicker then my Span Could I say More more True more Duly than The Character concluded in This same For * PIOVS-Prudence cannot but be Iust And Iustice cannot but be Temperate And Temperance from Courage issue must So that Your Name doth Your whole Life relate So NESTOR-like for grace-full * Godly-Sage That Nothing wants but what we wish His Age. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honourable WILLIAM HARBERT Earle of Penbroke Lord Chamberlaine c. PATIENCE preuailes when Passions are vndon This doth This Volume truly intimate So doth Your Vertue firm and fortunate Now cheer'd with Radiance of our Royall Sun O! long and Happy may Hee shine vpon So Noble a Plant mo Such to propagate So Grace-full Vse-full both in Court and State Help-full to All Hurt-full at-all to None Among Those Many whom your Worth hath won Of either Sexe of euery Age and State With glad Applauses to congratulate The worthie Honour of Your Charge begun Though not perhaps so long and lowd as Many Accept My AVE as Deuout as Any Your Lordships most obliged Iosuah Sylvester To the Right