griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
and be Tombd with him together Sonnets 3. FRom two strong Iailes thy corps â—onâ—â— acquitted The one compact of flesh and bloud and bone The other vnrelenting sencelesse stone By God to one by man to one committed I euer did expect a happy time When thou shouldst shake by bondage from thy backer I euer hop'd that thy vnwilling crime Would be forgot and thou secur'd from wracke For this I wish'd and prat'd both day and night I onely aym'd to haue thy body freed But heau'n beyond my reason had decreed Soule body both at once to free thee quite Thou in thy life hast past a world of trouble But death from double Iailes hath freed thee double Sonnet 4. COrruption Incorruption hath put on Immortall weake mortality is made Earths wo hath gain'd a happy heauenly throne By death life dyes by life deaths force doth fade Though death kill life yet life doth conquer death Death but puts off our Rags of shame and â—ine When for a moment's an eternall breath Life passing through the dore of death doth win This thou well knowst my much beloued friend And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst But he much busied could not thee attend Or durst not till thy cares thy heart had burst And then the slaue came stealing like a thiefe And 'gainst his will did giue thy woes reliefe Sonnet 5. THou fortunes foot-ball whom she vs'd to tosse From wrong to wrong from wo to wo againe From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine As 't please the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse But thou vnmou'd with either gaine or losse Nor ioy nor care could vexe they constant braine Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdaine And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme Iust as they are not as they seeme to be Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme And that 's the cause she would not fauour thee Then since such reck'ning she of fooles doth make Would thou hadst beene one for her fauours fake Sonnet 6. T Is written in the euer liuing Word The Rule and Square that men should liue thereby Afflictions are the tuch-stones of the Lord. By which he onely doth his seruants try Then Noble Moray thou hadst many a tuch And still the patience good and currant prou'd Thy manly carriage in thy griefs were such Which made thee more then much admir'd and lou'd What yeer what month week day or fading houre Wherein some mischiefe did thee not befall Yet had Affliction ouer thee no power To conquer thee but thou didst conquer all Vnnumbred times thou wast both toucht and tri'd And in thy Makers feare and fauour dy'd Sonnet 7. VVEep heart weepe eyes weep my vnable pen In teares of blood of water and lake With bread of sorrow and afflictions drinke I liue for I haue lost a man of men Yet heart eyes pen dry vp your teares agen He is not lost he 's rather newly found Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd Then hart eies pen no more with teares be drownd Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer Yet this againe my comfort doth confound Hee 's lost to mee and I shall find him neuer Then weep Muse heart eies pen lament and weepâ— My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe Sonnet 8. SLeepe gentle spirit in Eternall rest Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleepe Whilst I doe vent from my care-crazed brest Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keepâ—â— And let my grones from out that Cauerne deepe With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder And let mine eyes an Inundation weepe Let sighs grones teares make all the world to wonder I meane my little Microcosmo world Sigh stormes grone thunder weep a floud of tearesâ— Through eu'ry part of me let griefe be hurld That whosoeuer my lamenting heares May mone with me the cause of this my Ditty Or if not mone with me vonchsafe to pitty Sonnet 9. SInce cursed fates haue fatally decreed To tosse and tumble harmelesse Innocence And all the crue of hels abortiue breed Haue glutted Enuies maw by lawes defence Yet God whose knowledge knows the least offence Who all things sees with his all-searching eye Doth with his glorious great omnipotence Right wronged wrongs heares his seruants cry His mercie 's not immur'd within the sky But freely he doth powre it downe on earth He with afflictions scourge his sonnes doth try And when he pleases turnes their mone to mirth And though man liues in care and dies in sorrow A heauy euening brings a ioyfull morrow Sonnet 10. WEll hast thou runne in this â—y weary race Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to haÌ„d Th' ast won the Goale and gain'd the blessed Land That 's neither limitted with time or place There thou attendest on the thâ—â—â—â—â—â—e of Grace There Angels and Archangels sweetly sing Eternall praises to th' eternall King And see the glorious brightnesse of his face All this I doubt not but thou wâ—ll hast done Not of thy selfe with shamefull sinne pollated But thy Redeemer hath the coâ—â—iest wonne And vnto thee the victorie's imputed He paid the score and cancell'd all thy bands And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands Sonnet 11. NOw may you theeuing Poets filch and steale Without controlement breaking Priscians pate For he that whilom could your theft reueale Your Criticke and your Hypercriticke late Now may you cog and lye and sweare and prate And make your idle verses lame and halt For by the pow'r of euiternall Fate Hee 's gone that could and would correct each fault But you haue greatest cause to moane his want You sacred heau'nly Sisters three times thrice He from your Gardens could all weeds supplant And replant fruites and flowres of pecrelesse price He kept vnbroke your Numbers Tipes Tropes But now hee 's dead dead are your onely hopes Sonnet 12. AS Solon to rich haplesse Croesus said No man is happy till his life doth end The proofe in thee so piainly is displaid As if he thy Natiuity had kend What mortall miseries could mischiefe send But thou therein hast had a treble share As if Calamities their powers should bend To make thy Corps a treasure-house of care Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare And valiantly 'gainst stormes of woe resisted Loue of the world they minde could not insnare Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted And as old Solon said so I agree Death makes men happy as it hath done thee Sonnet 13. NO 〈…〉 Trophee Vertue needes And good report a marble Tombe out-weares â—â—â—â—â— plaies the Herald proclaimes mens deeds Her Trumps Thrill sound the spacious world heares And such an vniuersall Tombe hast thou Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tongs Thy liuing merit doth thy name allow A Monument for euer which belongs To none but such as whilom was thy selfe Who vs'd the world as if they vs'd it not And did
tire Prouision in a moment spoyld and wasted Which kept might well for many yeeres haue lasted Then Famine like a Tyrant roames and rages Makes faint yet furious hauock of all ages The rich the poore the old the young all dyes All staru'd and fleshlesse bare Anatomies This was a plague of plagues a woe of woes On euery side their death did them inclose But yet the manner how to lose their breaths Did more torment them then an host of deaths To sally forth the Romanes shed their blood To stay within they starue for want of food And if they would goe forth the gates were shut And if they staid within their throats were cut That if they stay or goe or goe or stay Th' are sure to meet destruction euery way But of all torments hunger is the worst For through the stony walls they say 't will burst These people with warre woe and want beset Did striue how they might to the Romanes get They hopde to finde more mercy in their swords Then their still-dying famisht state affords Mans wit is sharpest when he is opprest And wisedome amongst euils likes the least They knew Vespasian for a Noble foe And one that did not glory in their woe They thought it best his â—lemency to try And not immurde with hungry famine dye Resolued thus dispairing in their hopes A number slyding downe the walls with ropes Fled vnto Tytus who bemoand their case Relieuing them and tooke them to his Grace Thus forty thousand neere with famine strau'd Were all vnhop'd for by their fâ—â—s preseru'd The Cittie Soldiers search'd each house to see Where any victuals might conuayed be And if they any found they thought it fit To beat the owners for concealing it But if they saw a man looke plumpe and fat His throat they presently would cut for that They thought him too much pampered too well fed And to saue meat and drinke they strike him dead Some men and women Rich and Nobly borne Graue all they had for one poore strike of corne And hid themselues and it below the ground In some close vault they â—at the same vn-ground If any could get flesh they eat it raw The stronger still the weakest ouer-awe For hunger banisht naturall respect It made the husband his owne wife reiect The wife doth snatch the meat from out his hand Which would and should hir loue and life coÌ„mand All pitty from the Mother was exilde She teares and takes the victuals from her Childe The Childe doth with the Parents play the thiefe Steales all their food and lets them pine in griefe Nor Free or Bond-man Fathers nor yet Mothers Wiues Husbands seruants masters sisters brothers Propinquitie or strong Affinitie Nor all the rights of Consanguinitie No Law or Rule or Reason could beare sway Where strength coÌ„mands there weaknes must obey The pining seruant will no master know The son his father will no duty show The Commons did no Magistrate regard Each one for one and but for one he carde Disordred like the cart before the horse All reu'rence and respect did yeeld to force These Miscreants with vigilance all watch'd Where they could see a doore or lock'd or latch'd There they supposd the people were at meat And in their outrage ope the doores they beat Where entring if they found them feeding fast From out their throats they teare the meat in haste Halfe eaten halfe vneaten they constraine The wretched people cast it vp againe They halde them by the eares the house about To force them bring supposed victuals out Some by the thumbs hang'd vp some by the toes Some prick'd with bodkins some with many blows Tormented were to force them to reueale Meat when they had not any to conceale Now all was fish that fell into the net And all was food that fraud or force could get Grasse hay barke leaues of trees and Dogs and Cats Toads frogs wormes snailes flies maggots mice and rats All filthy stinking and contagious rootes The couer of their Coaches shooes and bootes All vermine and the dung of fowles and beasts Were these poore wretches miserable feasts Things loathsome to be nam'd in time of plenty Amongst the fâ—am'd distressed Iewes were dainty This famine ran beyond all Natures bounds All motherly affection it confounds No blood or birth with it compassion won It forc'd a Woman kill her onely Son She rip'd him and dis-ioynted lim from lim She drest she boyld she broyld and rosted him She eat him she inter'd him in her wombe She made his births place his vntimely tombe From her by Nature did his life proceed On him vnnaturall she her selfe did seed He was her flesh her sinews bones and blood She eating him herselfe herselfe made food No wee her miserie can equallize No griefe can match her sad calamities The Soldiers smelt the meat and straight assemble Which wheÌ„ they saw with horror made theÌ„ treÌ„ble Each one with staring haire and ghastly looke Affrighted and amaz'd the house forsooke This horride action quickly ouercame These men whom force of man could neuer tame Thou that dost liue like to a fatted Brawne And cramst thy guts as long as thou canst yawne Thou that dost eat and drinke away thy time Accounting Gluttony a God no Crime Thou must haue Fowle as high as heau'n that pearc'd And hast the bowels of the Ocean search'd And from all places neere so farre reâ—ote Hast dainties for thy all-deuouring throat Whose pamperd paunch ne'r leaues to feed quaff Till it be made a Hogs trogh fill'd with draff Thinke on Ierusalem amidst thy Riot Perhaps 't will moue thee to a temp'rate diet And you braue Dames adorn'd with Iems Iewels That must haue Cawdles Cullisses and Grewels Conserâ—'s and Marchpanes made in sundry shapes As Castles Towres Horses Beares and Apes You whom no Cherries like your lick rish tooth But they must be a Pound a pound forsooth Thinke on Ierusalem amidst you glory And then you 'le be lesse dainty and more sorry What there auaild their beauty strength or riches Three things which all the spacious world bewitches Authoritie and Honor help'd them not Wrong trod downe Right and Iustice was forgot Their greatest chiefest only earthly good Was 't was no matter how they gâ—t it Food One little piece of bread they reckond more Then erst they did of bags of Gold before One scrap which full fed corps away doe â—ling With them had bin a ransom for a Kin. The lothsome garbadge which our Dogs refuse Had bin a dish of state amongst the Iewes Whilst Famine playd the Tyrant thus within The Romane Army striu'd the walls to win Their Enginers their Pioners and all Did mine and â—atter and assault the wall Ierusalem had three strong walls of stone And long 't was ere the Romans could get one The dearth and death of sword and famine spred The streets that liuing trod vpon the dead And many great mens houses full were fill'd With carkases which
pleasure And put repentance off to our last leasure To shew vs though we liu'd like Iewes and Turkes Yet Gods great mercy is aboue his workes To warne vs not presume or to despaire Here 's good example in this theeuing paire These seas of care with zealous fortitude This Virgin past among the multitude Oh gracious patterne of a sex so bad Oh the supernall patience that she had Her zeale her constancy her truth her loue The very best of women her doth proue Maids wiues and mothers all conforme your liues To hers the best of women maides or wiues But as her Sonnes death made her woes abound His resurrection all griefe did confound She saw him vanquish't and inglorious And after saw him Victor most victorious She saw him in contempt to lose his breath And after that she saw him conquer death She saw him blest a cursed death to dye And after saw him rise triumphantly Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most Ioy doubly did returne for gladnesse lost And as before her torments tyranniz'd Her ioy could after not be equalliz'd Her Sonnes all-wondred resurrection Her Sauiours glorious ascension And last the Holy Ghost from heauen sent downe These mighty mercies all her ioyes did crowne Suppose a man that were exceeding poore Had got a thousand tunnes of golden ore How would his heart be lifted vp with mirth As this great masse of treasure most part earth But to be rob'd of all in 's height of glory Would not this lucklesse man be much more sory Then euer he was glad for in the minde Griefe more then ioy doth most abiding finde But then suppose that after all this lâ—sse The gold is well refined from the dresse And as the poore man doth his losse complaine His weath more pure should be relâ—â— againe Amidst his passions in this great reliefe I doubt not but his ioy would conquer griefe Euen so our bressed Lady hauing lost Her ioy her lewell she esteemed most Her all in all the heau'n and earths whole treasure Her gracious heart was grieued out of measure But when she found him in triumphant state No tongue or pen her ioy cou'd then relate She lost him poore and â—are and dead and cold She found him rich most glâ—â—â— to behold She lost him when vpon his backe was hurld The burthen of the sinnes of all the World She lost him mortall and immortall found him For crown of thorns a crown of glory crownd him Thus all her griefes her losse her cares and paine Return'd with ioyes inestimable gaine But now a true relation I will make How this blest Virgin did the world forsake 'T is probable that as our Sauiour bid Saint Iohn to take her home that so he did And it may be suppos'd she did abide With him and in his house vntill she dide Iohn did out-liue th'Apostles euery one For when Domitian held th' Imperiall Throne To th'Ile of Pathmos he was banisht then And there the Reuelation he did pen But whilst Iohn at Ierusalem did stay God tooke the blessed Virgins life away For after Christs Ascension it appeares She on the earth suruiued fifteene yeeres Full sixty three in all she did endure A sad glad pilgrimage a life most pure At sixty three yeeres age her life did fade Her soule most gracious was most glorious made Where with her Son her Sauiour her Lord God She euerlastingly hath her abode In such fruition of immortall glory Which cannot be describ'd in mortall story There mounted meelâ—e she sits in Maiesty Exalted there is her humility There she that was adorned full of Grace Beheld her Maker and Redeemers face And there she is amongst all blessed spirits By imputation of our Sauiours merits She there shall euer and for euer sing Eternall praise vnto th' Eternall King When she had paid the debt that all must pay When from her corps her soule was past away To Gethsemany with lamenting cheare Her sacred body on the Beere they beare There in the earth a Iewell was inter'd That was before all earthly wights prefer'd That Holy wife that Mother that pure Maid At Gethsemany in her graue was laid LENVOY This worke deserues the worke of better wit But I like Pilate say What 's writ is writ If it be lik'd poore artlesse I am glad And Charity I hope will mend what 's bad I know my selfe the meanest amongst men The most vnlearnedst that e'r handled pen But as it is into the world I send it And therefore pray commend it or come to end it FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WORTHY and Learned Gentleman S r. THOMAS Richardson Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of his Maiesties Court of Common Pleas and Speaker in the High Court of PARLIAMENT c. A double Anagramme THOMAS RICHARDSON AS MAN HONORDE CHRIT SO CHRIST HONERD A MAN YOur name includes that As Man honorde Christ So God againe through Christ honord a Man For if Man truely honor the most High'st Then Christ to honor Man both will and can Right Worthy Lord this in your name is true You honor Christ and Christ hath honord you RIGHT HONOVRABLE BVt that I am assured that your Noble disposition in all parts is sutable to the inside of this Booke I should neuer haue dared to Dedicate it to your Patronage for as it is a Diuine Poem so haâ—â— your Worship a religious heart As it hath an honest intention so haue you a brest euer full of â—â—â— thoughts which bring forth worthy actions as it is a whip or Scourge against all sorts of priat so hâ—â—e you euer beene an vfaigned louer of Courteous humanity and humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plaine to be pleased to giue it fauourable entertainment for the honesty that is in it and the dutifull affection of the Author Who is most obsequiously obliged to your Honour IOHN TAYLOR TO NO MATTER VVHO NO GREAT MATTER VVHERE YET TO BE READ THERE IS MATTER WHY ALTHOVGH NOT MVCH MATTER WHEN IT is no matter in whose hands or censure this my Superibae Flagellum or Whipping or Stripping of Pride fall into If it come into the view of true Nobility or Gentry I know it will be charitably accepted If into the hands of degenerate yongsters that esteeme Pride more then all the Liberall Sciences who account the foure Cardinall vertues inferiour to their owne carnall vices such a one will put me off with a scornefull tush a pish or a mew and commit my Booke to the protection of Ajax If a wise man reade it I know it will be discreetly censur'd if a Foole his Bolt is soone shot and I am arm'd against it if a Learned man peruse it he will beare with my bad Schollership if an vnlearned I care not for his opinion if a man of knowledge view it he will pardon my ignorance if an ignorant Asse see it he will bray out his owne if an honest rich man spy it he will be
â—â—â— charge of physicke or of being sicke Besides the word Hang is so much in vse That few or none will take 't as an abuse â—â—â— doth a great mans kindnesse much approue When he shall bid a man Behang'd in loue And with some men 't is common courtesie To say Farewell be hang'd that 's twice God bwy The pictures the dearest friends we haue Although their corps are rotten in the graue We hang them for a reuerend memory To vs and vnto our posterity â—â— hang their wiues in picture which haue cause To hang their persons wer 't not for the lawes â—â—â— hang their heires in pictures who would faine With their good fathers hang'd their lands to gaine â—â—â— oft haue seene good garments for mens wearing Haue very thrifily beene hang'd to ayring And I have seen those garments like good fellows Hang kindly with their master at the Gallowse â—â—â— then in to the Hangmans Wardrobe drop Haue beene againe hang'd in a Broakers shop Which after by a Cut purse bought might be And make another iourney to the Tree Twixt which and twixt the Broaker it might goe Or ride some twelue or thirteene times or moe Thus th'hangmans haruest and the Brokers grow They reape the crop which sin and shame doth sow There are rich Hangings made of Tapestrie Of Arras and of braue embrodery Those are for Princes and for men of worth T' adorne their roomes and set their greatnes forth But as dead bones in painted Tombes doe bide These b If all traitors hypocrites flatterers extortioners oppressours bribetakers cheaters panders bawds c. were hang'd vp in the woods on seuerall trees there is no Arras or Tapestry can grace and adorne a Princes Court as those Hangings could become a Common-wealth Hangings filthy rotten wals doe hide A Harts-horne to a post fast nailed on Serues well for men to hang their hats vpon But if they knew their heads would serue the turne They would not shift their hats from horne to horn Mens swords in Hangers Hang fast by their side Their Stirrops Hang when as they vse to ride Our Conies and our Deere are Hang'd in toiles Our meat hangs o'r the fire when as it boiles Our light Hangs in the Lanthorne all men fees Our fruit wee eat was hang'd vpon the trees Signes hang on posts shew whereas tradsmen dwels In steeples all men know are Hang'd the Bels The scales or ballance hangs where things are weigh'd Goods Hang'd in Craines that 's in or out conuei'd Yards failes sheets tacks lists caskets bolins braces Are fitly hang'd in their conuenient places The compasse that directs where windes doe blow Is Hang'd vpon the Needles point we know In stately buildings Timbet Lead and Stone Are Hang'd and hoist or Buildings would be none c Here is an army of Hangings Our Maps where in the world described be Are all Hang'd vp against the wals we see Our Cazements Hang as they doe ope and shut Our Curtaines Hang which bout our beds we put Our Hogs are Hang'd else Bacon we might looke Doores Hang on hinges or I am mistooke And many a trusty Padlocke Hangs no doubt To let in honest men and keepe knaues out Sea-Cabins Hang where poore men sleepe and rest Our Clokes Hang on our backs 't is manifest The Viall Citterne the Bandore and Lute Are cas'd or vncas'd all Hang'd vp and mute Our Linnen being wash'd must Hang to dry Or else Lice will Hang on and multiply Thus Hanging 's beneficiall to all States Whilst Gods dread curse Hangs o'r the reprobates And as for those that take my lines amis And will be pleas'd to be displeas'd with this For groats a piece nay lesse for three pence either I 'll giue them all leaue to be Hang'd together Since Hanging then is prou'd so naturall So beneficiall so generall So apt so necessary and so fit Our reason tels vs we should honour it It is a good mans life and 't is their death That rob and rifle men of goods and breath This kind of Hanging all offences ends From which God euer blesse me and my friends I from the Hangman this conclusion draw He is the fatall period of the Law If thieues or traytors into mischiefe runne If he haue done with them then they hane done 'T is often seene that many haplesse men Haue beene condemn'd and iudg'd reprieu'd agen And pardon'd haue committed new transgressions And in againe oft many a Size and Sessions When many warnings mend them not therefore The Hangman warnes them they offend no more Hee 's the Catastrophe and Epilogue Of many of the desperate Catalogue And he is one that cannot wanted be But still God keepe him farre enough from me THE DESCRIPTION OF TYBVRNE I Haue heard sundry men oft times dispute Of trees that in one yeere will twice beare fruit But if a man note Tyburne will appeare That that 's a tree that beares twelue times a yeere I muse it should so fruitfull be for why I vnderstand the root of it is dry It beares no leafe no blossome or no bud The raine that makes it fructifie is bloud I further note the fruit which it produces Doth seldome serue for profitable vses Except the skilfull Surgions industry Doe make Defection or Anatomy It blossomes buds and beares all three together And in one houre doth liue and die and wither Like Sodom Apples they are in conceit For touch'd they turne to dust and ashes streight Besides I find this tree hath neuer bin Like other fruit trees wall'd or hedged in But in the high-way standing many a yeere It neuer yet was rob'd as I could heart The reason is apparent to our eyes That what it beares are dead commodities And yet sometimes such grace to it is giuen The dying fruit is well prepar'd for heauen And many times a man may gather thence Remorse deuotion and true penitence And from that tree I thinke more soules ascend To that Coelestiall ioy which ne'r shall end I say more soules from thence to heau'n doe come Than from all * Except Pauls Churchyard and Saint Gregories where â—â—ny inhabitants are dwelling as Drapers Stationers â—â—â— Trunk and â—ragic all blacke Bottle-makers who now and thâ—â— doe dye there whom I doe verily beleeue haue soules â—â—â— except the Close at Salisbury with all Cathedrall Churchyards and others where any body dwels if it be but a Summer â—â—â— Sexton Church-yards throughout Christendome The reason is the bodies all are dead And all the soules to ioy or woe are fled Perhaps a weeke a day or two or three Before they in the Church-yards buried bee But at this Tree in twinkling of an eye The soule and body part immediatly There death the fatall parting blow doth strike And in Church-yards is seldome seene the like Besides they are assisted with the almes Of peoples charitable prayers and Psalmes Which are the wings that lift the hou'ring spirit By faith through grace true glory to inherit Concerning this
Right Honourable Thomas Lord Ridgewaye Treasurer THOMAS RIDGEWAYE Anagramma God Armes thy way Againe Age is made worthy THough sinne and hell worke mortals to betray Yet 'gainst their malice still God Armes thsway When life and lands and all away must fade By Noble actions Age is worthy made Certaine Sonnets made in the forme of AEquiuoques on the destruction of Troy VVHen Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate From Greece berest by Parto his Band Which caus'd the Greekes the Troian mâ—rds amaâ—e Som curl'd the boy and other some they band The strum pet Queene which brought the burning brand That Illion fir'd wrack'd old I'â—amâ— Race And on their Names long liuing shame dâ—d brand For head-strong lust runnes an vnbounded â—ace This beauteous peece whose feature radiant bâ—aze Made Menelaus horne-mad warre to wage And set all Troy in a combustious blaze Whose ten yeeres triumphs scarce was worthâ—â—â— wage For all their conquests and their battring Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Grandison Anagramma Harts Ioyne in loue THy loyall seruice to thy King doth proue That to thy Countrey thy Hart Ioyns in loue VVIth raging madnesse and with fury fell Great Diemed and Atax left their Tents And in the throat of death to blowes they fell To make more worke for plaisters and for tents With blood imbruing all the Phrygian Clime Whilst men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe Where som th'row blood wouÌ„ds to honor clime And some their mangled hims bestrows the downe Whilst Parâ—s with his Hellen in his Armes Imbraces her about the wastfull wast Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes Who from their Teuts made haste to make more waste Who to their Teuts did ne'r returne again Thus warres makes gaine a losse and losse a gaine HAd Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her Sonne The lustfull Paris hoplesse boy I meane Then Illions Towers might still haue brau'd the Sun His death to saue their liues had beene the meane Vnlucky lucke when Iuno Venus Prllas Did craue his censure vpon Ida Mount Whence sprung the cause that Troy Priams Palace Were burnt which erst the skyes did seem to mouÌ„t Had he been drown'd or strangled with a cord He had not rob'd Oenon of her heart Or had he dy'd ere Hellen did accord With him to head her husband like a Hart. But Troy it is thy fate this knaue and Baggage Confounds thy state and fire thy bag baggage TRoyes fruitfull Queene did many children beare So braue heroicke and so stout a Crue Who all in noble actions did accrue When age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their daintlesse courage to appeare Amidst the throngs of danger and debate Where wars remorselesse stroke kil'd many a Peer Whil'st swords not words their couÌ„sels did debate But bloud on bloud their fury could not sate For fierce Achilles did braue Hector gore To guerdon which the Grecian in his gore Did wallow whilest the Troians laughing sate Thus did Achilles bid the world adiew For Hectors death Reuenge did claime a due TEn wearie yeers these bloudy broyles did last Vntill the Greeks had form'd a woodden Steed Which they on Priam would bestow at last When force preuailes not falshood stands in stead False Sinon who so well could forge a lye Whose traitrous eyes shed many a trech'rous teare Knew well that in the horses wombe did lye The wolues that Troy did all in pieces teare Polyxena Achilles deare-bought deare Was hew'd in gobbets on her louers graue King Queene and Troy for Hellen paid too deare All felt the Grecian rage both young and graue To Kings and Commons death's alike all one Except AEneas who escap'd alone LO thus the burden of Adultrous guilt I showring vengeance Troy and Troiâ—nes saw No age no sexe no beauty Gold or guilt Withstood foretold Cassandraes sacred saw She often said false Hellens beautious blast Should be the cause the mighty Grecian pow'r Their names and fames with infamy should blast And how the gods on theÌ„ would vengeance powre But poore Cassandra prophesied in vaine She clam'rous cries as 't were to sencelesse Rocks The youths of Troy in merry scornefull veine Securelesse slept whil'st lust the cradle rocks Till bloudy burning Indignation came And all their mirth with mourning ouercame Certaine Sonnets variously composed vpon diuers subiects Sonnet 1 True Nobility GReat is the glory of the Noble minde Where life and death are equall in respect If fates be good or bad vnkinde or kinde Not proud in freedome nor in thrall deiect With courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in foule Enuies cankred face True honour thus doth baser thoughts subiect Esteeming life a slaue that serues disgrace Foule abiect thoughts become the mind that 's base That deemes there is no better life then this Or after death doth feare a worser place Where guilt is paid the guerdon of Amisse But let swolne enuy swell vntill shee burst The Noble minde defies her to her worst Sonnet 2. Enuy and Honour COuld Enuy dye if Honour were deceast She could not liue for Honour's Enuie's food She liues by sucking of the Noble blood And scales the loftie top of Fames high Crest Base thoughts compacted in the abiect brest The Meager Monster doth nor harme nor good But like the wane or waxe of ebbe or flood She shunnes as what her gorge doth most detest Where heau'n-bred honour in the Noble minde From out the Cauerns of the brest proceeds There hell-borne Enuy shewes her hellish kind And Vultur like vpon their actions feeds But here 's the ods that Honour's tree shall grow When Enuie's rotten stump shall burne in woe Sonnet 3. Beauties luster DEw drinking Phoebus hid his golden head Balm-breathing Zephyrus lay close immur'd The silly Lambs and Kyds lay all as dead Skies earth and seas all solace had abiur'd Poore men and beasts to toylesome tasks inur'd In dropping manner spent the drowzy day All but the Owle whose safety night assur'd She gladly cuts the ayre with whooting lay When lo the blossome of blooming May From out her Coach maiestickly doth rise Then Tytan doth his radiant beames display And clouds are vanisht from the vaulty skies Sweet Zephyris gales reuiueth beasts and men Madge Howlet scuds vnto her nest agen Sonnet 4. Hope and Despaire DOmestick broyles my tortur'd heart inuades Twixt wau'ring Hope and desp'rate black Despaire To prosecute my sute the one perswades The other frustrates all my hopes with cares Hope sets me on infer's shee 's fayrest faire â—dire disdaine doth dwell in foulest Cels And fell despaire calls beauty Enuies heire â—hich torments me more then ten thousand hels â— thus my former hope despaire expels â—â—st which extremes what 's best for me to doe â— open armes despaire 'gainst me rebels â—ope traytor-like giues free consent thereto And till these traytors twaine consume my citty â— restlesse rest to rest vpon her pitty
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire Which though men cannot praise enough adutire Sonnet 7. The Map of misery LIke to the stone that 's cast in deepest wane That rests not till the bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight his heart Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad With insides merry and with outsides sad What though by daily grinding of the poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
was kil'd by a Deere his son K. William Rusus kil'd for a Deer Henry his grandchilde strucke into the iawes with a bough and hanged so till he was found dead Neuerthlesse he built many Abbies Priories Garisons Houses and Caslles amongst the which the Towre of London was one He died at Roane 1087 September 9. he was not onely robd and risted of all his goods and Kingly ornaments and riches but barbarously stripped and left naked on the floore not hauing any one to attend his carcasse but for saken of all Such is the frailty and misery of earthly greatnesse Lastly he had much adoe to get a graue which in the end with great difficulty was purchased for him at Cane in Normandy WILLIAM THE IJ Surnamed RVFVS KING OF ENGLAND And DVKE OF NORMANDY VVHat my triumphant Father wan I held I pill'd poll'd this Kingdom more then he Great Tributes from my people I compeld No place in Church or Common-wealth was freee But alwaies those that would giue most to me Obtain'd their purpose being wrong or right The Clergy I enforced to agree To sell Church-plate and Chalices out-right Vntill at last by the Almighties might My Kingly power and force was forcelesse made My glorious pompe that seem'd t'eclips mens sight Did vanish by a glance by chance and fade For hunting in new-forrest voyd of feare A Subiect flew me shooting at Decre Anno 1087. September 26. being Sunday William the second surnamed Rufus by â—â— son of his ruddy or red colour was crowned at Westminster by Lanfrank Archbishop of Canâ—â—terbury his elder brother Robert being Duke â—â— Normandy who likewise claimed the Crowne â—â— he was pacified with the mediation of the friends â—â— William and the promise of 3000 markes a yeere â— Robert departed this Land after is had beene â—â— wasted with their contentions Then after little breathing time the Welsh arose in Armes and Malcolme King of Scots Inuaded England burning and spolying as farre as Chester â—â— soone as the peace was made betwixt the King William and Malcolme the two brothers William and Robert sell at oddes again and again are appeased After that Malcolme King of Scoâ—â—â— made an inroad into England againe whom Roâ—bert Moubray Earle of Northumberland lyâ—â— in ambush suddenly slew in which action Edwâ—â— King Malcolms sonne likewise was slaine Afâ—â— which the third time the 2 brothers Robert â—â— William sell againe at variance and after â—â— trouble are againe reconciled Then Duke Robertâ—â— goeth to Ierusalem and conquers it In the yeere 1099. the Schisme began there beeing 2 Popes â— at Rome the other at Auigniou in France The K. William was as valiant a prince as the warâ— yeelded and a great opposer of the indirect coursâ—â— the see of Rome Many fearefull things happened in his reigne as earthquakes dreadfull lightning and Apparitions Blazing Commets in strangeâ— gures Inundations Deluges to the destruction is people and much land ouerwhelmed with theâ—neuer to be recouered amongst the which â—â— Goodwins lands were drowned and are now câ—â—â— Goodwin sands At Finchamsted in Barkinâ— there was a Well of blood which flowed 15 dayes When this King had reigned neere 13 years he was vnfortunately slaine by a French Knight S t Water Tirrell and brought to Winchester in a Câ—liers cart and there buried Anno 1100 Angâ—â—â— HENRY THE FIRST Surnamed BEAVCLARKE KING OF ENGLAND And DVKE OF NORMANDY MY Father and my Brother Kings both gone With acclamations Royall I was crown'd Had hauing gain'd the Scepter and the Throne I with the name of Beauclarke was renown'd The English Lawes long lost I did refound False waights and measures I corrected true The power of Wales in fight I did confound And Normandy my valour did subdue Yet I vnmindfull whence these glories grew My eldest Brother Robert did surprise Detain'd him and vsurp'd his Royall due And most vnnat ' rally pluckt out his eyes Kings liue like Gods but yet like men they dye All must pay Natures due and to did I. Anno 1100. August I Wednesday Henry the I a Prince of incomparable wisdom learning for which indowments he was surnamed Beauclark he mollified the seuentty of his Father and brother lawes he cashierd and punished all flatrers parasites froÌ„ his Court but his elder brother Robert Duke of Normandy hearing of the death of his brother Rufus makes haste from is Conquest and Kingdome of Ierusalem if hee had pleased and comming into England landed at Portsmouth claiming the Crowne but by aduice of the Nobles on either part it was agreed that King Henry should pay vnto Duke Robert 3000 markes yeerely but by the instigation of some discontented persons the two brothers disagree againe and in the fift yeere of King Henry Duke Robert landed in England again then there was a â—ayned peace made between them which in the 7 yeere of this king was broken and in the 8 yeere King Henry tooke his brother Duke Robert and caused his eyes to be put out Thus iust the same day forty yeers that the Duke of Normandy conquered England that very day did this Henry the first King of England conquer Normandy Henry the fourth Emperour of Germany marryed Maude the Daughter of king Henry This King was the first thai ordained the High court of Parliament In the yeare 1020. Prince William the sonne of king Henry of the age of 17 crossing the Seas from France towards England with his wife the Duke of Anious daughter and his sister Maud the Lady Lucy a Neece of the Kings the Earle of Chester with diuers other Noblemen Ladies and others to the number of 160 were all most miserably drown'd not any of them saued but a poor Butcher The king hauing no children left but his daughter Maude the Empresse The Emperor her Husband beeing dead she came into England to whom the king her father caused his Nobles to sweare allegeance as to his lawfull heire after his decease which Empresse after was married to Ieffrie Plantagenet Earle of Aniou The King after many troubles with the French Welsh Scots and Englsih with forraigne and Ciuill warres vnfortunate and vntimely losse of children and friends after 35 yeeres reigns he dyed at Saint Dennis in Normandy whose corpes were brought into England and buried at Reding 1135. STEPHEN KING OF ENGLAND AND DVKE OF NORMANDY BY wrested Titles and vsurping claime Through storms tempests of tumultuous wars The Crowne my fairest marke and foulest ayme I wonne and wore beleaguerd round with iars The English Scots and Normans all prepares Their powers exposing to oppose my powers Whilst this land ladeo and o'rwhelm'd with cares Fndures whilst war wo want and death deuoures But as yeers months weeks days decline by houres Houres into minutes minutes into nought My painfull pompe decai'd like fading flowers And vnto nought was my Ambition brought Thus is the state of transitory things Ther 's nothing can be permanent with Kings Anno 1135. December 26. Munday On Saint Stephens
of my Tearedrown'd eies Sad Partners of my hearts Calamities Tempestuous sighs like winds in prison pent Which wanting vent my grieued soule hath rent Deepe wounding grones companions of vnrest Throngs from the bottome of my care-craz'd brest You three continuall fellowes of my mones My brinish teares sad sighs and pondrous grones â—â— doe intreate you neuer to depart But be the true assistants of my heart In this great at sorrow that my trembling Quill Describes which doth our LaÌ„d with moarning fill Ah Death I could nought thy hunger satisfie But thou must glut thy selfe with Maiesty Could nothing thy insatiate thirst restraine But Royall blood of our Dread Soueraigne In this thy spight exceeds beyond all bounds And at one blow 3. kingdomes fildst with wounds When thou that fatall deadly stroake did'st strike Thaâ— Death thou playd'st the tyrant Catholike Our griefes are Vniuersall sall and the Summe Cast vp the blow doth wound all Christendome But wherefore Death doe I on thee exclaime Thou cam'st in the Eternall Kings great name For as no mortall pow'r can thee preuent So thou doest neuer come but thou art sent And now thou cam'st vpon vnwelcome wings To our best King from the blest King of Kings To summon him to change his earthly throne For an Immortall and a Heanenly one When men vnthankfull for a good receiu'd â—Tiâ— least that of that good they be bereau'd His gouernement both God and men did please Except such spirits as might complaine of Ease Repining Passions wearied with much Rest The want to be molesled might molest Such men thinke peace a torment and no trouble â—â— worse then trouble though it should come double â—â—â— speake of such as with our peace were cloyd Though wâ—â— I think might well haue bin imploy'd True Britaines wish iust warres to entertaine I meane no aide for Spinola or Spaine But time and troubles would not suffer it Nor Gods appointment would the same permit He is inserutable in all his waies And at his pleasure humbleth and will raise For patience is a vertue he regardeth And in the end with victory rewardeth â—â—t whither hath my mournefull Muse digrest From my beloued Soueraigne Lord decast Who was to vs and we to him eu'n thus Too bad for him and hee too good tor vs. For good men in their deaths 't is vnderstood They leaue the bad and goe vnto the good This was the cause why God did take from hence This most Religious Learned Gracious Prince This Paragon of Kings this matchlesse Mirror This Faith 's desending Antichristian terror This Royall all-beloued King of Hearts This Patterne and this Patron of good Arts This cabinet of mercy Temperance Prudence and Iustice that doth man aduance This Magazine of Pious Clemency This fountaine of true Liberaâ—tâ— This minde where vertue daily did increase This Peacefull Seruant to theâ— odo Peace This second great Apollo from whoâ—e Raies Poore Poetry did winne Immortall Baâ—es From whence the sacred Sâ—â—â— Trebâ— Trine Had life and motion Influence diuine These vertues did adorne his Diaâ—â—m And God in taking him hath taken them Of all which Blessings we must needs confesse We are depriu'd for our vnworthinesse A good man 's neuer mist till he be gone And then most vaine and fruitlesse is our mone But as Heau'ns fauours downe to vs descended So if our thankefulnesse had but ascended Had we made Conscience of our waies to sinne So soone of him we not depriu'd had bin Then let vs not lament his losse so much But for our owne vnworthinesse was such So from th'vnthankefull Iewes God in his wrath Tookâ— good Iosias by vnlook'd for death And for our sinnes our ignorance must know We haue procur'd and felt this curelesse blow And Christendome I feare in losing him Is much dismembred and hath lost â— limme As by the fruit the tree may be exprest His workes declar'd his learning manifest Whereby his wisdome wan this great renowne That second Salomon wore Britaines crowne His pen restrain'd the strong relieu'd the weake And graciously he could write doe and speake He had more force and vigor in his words TheÌ„ neigh'â—ring Princes could haue in their swords France Denmarke Poland Sweden Germany Spaine Saâ—oy Italy and Muscoâ—â—â— Bohemia and the fruitfull Palatine The Swisses Grisons and the â—eltoline As farre as euer Sol or Luna shin'd Beyond the Westerns or the Easterne Inde His counsell and his fauours were requir'd Approu'd belou'd applauded and admir'd When round about the Nations farre and neere With cruell bloody warres infested were When Mars with sword and fire in furious rage Spoyl'd consum'd not sparing lex or age Whilst mothers with great griese were childlesse made And Sonne 'gainst Sire oppos'd with trenchant blade When brother against brother kinne ' gainst kinne Through death and danger did destruction winne When murthers mercilesse and beastly Rapes These famine miseries in sundry Shapes While mischiefs thus great kingdomes ouerwhelm Our prudent Steeresman held great Britaines helme Conducting so this mighty Ship of state That Strangers enui'd and admir'd thereat When blessed Peace with terrour and affright Was in a mazed and distracted flight By bloody Warre and in continuall Chase Cours'd like a fearefull Hare from place to place Not daring any where to shew her head She happily into this kingdome fled Whom Royall Iames did freely entertaine And graciously did keepe her all his reigne Whilst other Lands that for her absence mourne With sighs and teares doe with her backe returne They finde in losing Her they lost a blesse A hundred Townes in France can witnesse this Where Warres compulsion or else composition Did force Obedience Bondage or Submission Fields lay vntild and fruitfull Land lay waste And this was scarcely yet full three yeeres past Where these vnciuill ciuill warres destroy'd Princes Lords Captaines men of Note imploy'd One hundred sixty seuen in number all And Common people did past number fall These wretches wearied with these home-bred Iars Loue Peace forbeing beaten sore with wars Nor doe I heere inueigh against just Armes But ' gainst vniust vunaturall Alarmes Iust warres are made to make vniust warres cease And in this sort warres are the meanes of Peace In all which turmoyles Britaine was at rest No thundring Cannons did our Peace molest No churlish Drum no Rapes no flattring wounds No Trumpets clangor to the Battell sounds But euery Subiect here enioy'd his owne And did securely reape what they had sowne Each man beneath his Fig-tree and his Vine In Peace with plenty did both suppe and dine O God how much thy goodnesse doth o'rflow Thou hast not dealt with other Nations so And all these blessings which from heauen did Spring Were by our Soueraignes wisdomes managing Gods Steward both in Office and in name And his account was euermore his aime The thought from out his minde did seldome slip That once he must giue vp his Steward-ship His anger written on weake water was His Patience and his Loue
yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames altitude must men aspire By noble actions won through sword and fire By trumpets Clangor drums guns flute of fife For as there is an end to euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues
associates assaults this Castle of Enuy where after halfe an houres fight or thereabouts by the inuincible prowesse of the assaiâ—ants the Hell borne defendants were vanquished their Castle vtterly razed demolished and subuerted with Rackets breakers blowes and reports innumerable IOHN TINDALL The description of such part of the Fire workes as were deuised and accomplished by Master William Fishenden Gunner and Seruant to his Maiestie Apiramides or loftie platforme in the forme of a Triangled spire with a Globe fixed on the top therof the whole work turning burning the space almost of halfe an houre or neere thereabouts from whence proceeded many Rackets firea blowes and reports in great numbers to the great delight and contentment of the King the Queene the Prince the Princesse Elizabeth the Prince Palatine and diuers others the Nobility the Gentry and Commons of this Kingdom FINIS EPITHALAMIES OR Encomiasticke Triumphall Verses Consecrated to the Immortall memory of the royall Nuptials of the two Parragons of Christendome FREDERICKE and ELIZABETH HEe * God that vpon the Poles hath hing'd the skyes Who made the Spheares the Orbs and Planets seuen Whose justice dams whose mercy justifies What was is shall be in earth Hell or Heauen Whom men and Angels lauds and magnifies According as his Lawes command hath giuen The poore the Rich the Begger and the King In seuerall Anthems his great praises sing Then as the meanest doe their voices stretch To lawd the sempiternall Lord of Lords So I a lame Decrepit-witted wretch With such poore Phrases as my skill a floords From out the Circuit of my braine did fetch Such weake inuention as my wit records To write the tryumphs of this famous I le On which both Heauen earth with ioy doth smile My Genius therefore my inuention moues TO sing of Britaines great Olympick Games Of mirth of Heau'n and earths beloued loues Of Princely sports that noble mindes enflames To doe the vtmost of their best behoues To fill the world with their atchieued Fames T' attaine Eternities all-passing bounds Which neither Fate nor Death nor Time confounds Guns Drums and Trumpets Fire-workes Bonfires Bels. With acclamations and applausefull noyse Tilts Turneyes Barriers all in mirth excels The ayre reuerberates our earthly ioyes This great Tryumphing Prophet-like fore-tels I hope how * The Lake or Gulph of forgetfulnes of the which I hope our griefes haue sufficiently carowled Leathes Lake all griefe destroyes For now blacke sorrow from our Land is chac'd And ioy and mirth each other haue embrac'd How much Ichouah hath this Iland blest The thoughts of man can neuer well conceaue How much we lately were with woes oprest For him * Prince Henry whom Death did late of life bereaue And in the midst of griefe and sad vnrest To mirthfull sport * God freely giu'es vs leaue And when we all were drench'd in blacke dispaire Ioy conquered greife and comfort vanquish'd care Thou high and mighty 〈…〉 â—â—â— Count Pallatine and pal 〈…〉 of the â—â—â—â—â— Bauares great Duke whom God on high doth life To be the tenth vnto the Worthies nine Be euer blest with thy beloued * The Princesse Elizabeth Guilt Whom God and best of men makes onely thine Let annually the day be giuen to mirth Wherein the Nuptials gaue our loy loyes new birth Right gracious Princesse great Elizabeth In whose Heroicke pure white Iuory breast True vertue liues and liuing flourisheth And as their Mansion hath the same possest Belou'd of God aboue and men beneath In whom the Goddesses and graces rest By vertues power Ichonah thee hath giuen Each place doth seeme where thou remain'st a heauen The Royall bloud of Emperours and Kings Of Potent Conquerours and Famous Knights Successiuely from these two Princes springs Who well may claime these titles as their rights The Patrons Christendome to vnion brings Whose vnity remoted Lands vnites And well in time I hope this sacred worke Will hunt from Christian Lands the faithlesse Turke By this happy marriage great Britaine France Denmarke Germany the most part of Christendonâ—e are vnited eyther in affinity or consanguinity Since first the framing of the worlds vast Roome A fitter better match was not combinde So old in wisdome young in beauties bloome And both so good and graciously inclinde And from this day vntill the day of doome I doubt succeeding ages shall not finde Such wisdome beauty grace compact together As is innate in them in both in eyther None but the Diuell and his infernall crue At this beloued heau'nly match repines None but such fiends which hell on earth doth spue Which wish Eclips of their illustrious shines The Gods themselues with rare inuentions new With inspiration mans deuice refines And with their presence vndertakes these taskes Deuises motions Reuels playes and Maskes That which God loues most the Diuell hates most and I am sure that none but the blacke crew are offended with these Royal Nuptials The thund'rers * Iune Bride hath â—efe her heauenly bed And with her presence this great wedding graces Himâ—â— in Saffron Robes inuelloped Ioynas and accords these Louers lou'd embraces Yea all the Gods downe to the Earth are fied And mongst our ioyes their pleasures enterlaces Immortals joynes with mortals in their mirth And makes the Court their Paradice on earth Maiestick Ioue hath left his spangled Throane To dance Leuoltoes at this Bridall feast Infusieg Iouiall glee in euery one The high the low the greatest and the least Sad mindes to sable melancholy prone Great loue their vitall parts hath so possest That all are wrapt in sportfull extasies With showes and Glamors ecchoing in the skyes Where the Planeâ— Iupiter hath sole predominance there is all Royall mirth and jouâ—all alacrity a Sol. Apollo from the two topt b Pernassus Muses Hill Eight of the c The Muses Sisters nine hath brought from thence Leauing d A tragicall mourneful Muse who hath beene here already but I hope now she is lame of the Gout that she wil keepe home for euer Meâ—pomence alone there still To muse on sad and tragicall euents The rest all stretching their all matchlesse skill To serue this Royall Princesse and this Princes Thus Sol descended from his Radient shrine Brings Poesie and Musicke downe diuine The wrathfull God of e Mars War in burnish'd Armes Layes by his angry all confounding mood And in the Lifts strikes vp sweet Loues Alarmes Where friendly warres drawes no vnfriendly bloud Where honours fire the noble spirit warmes To vndertake such actions as are good Thus mighty Mars these tryumphs doth encrease At Tilt. With peacefull warre and sweet contentions peace The Queene of f Venus Loue these Royall sports attend And at this Banquet deignes to be a guest Her whole endeauours she doth wholly bend She may in Loues delights outstrip the best For whosoe're doth Hymens Lawos preâ—end If Venus be but absent from the feast They may perhaps be merry in some