when he with chaines of loue keepes his owne fast to him he sayes As many as I loue I rebuke and chasten be zealous therefore and amend Now againe at last he concludes with fervent compassion Behold I stand at the dore and knock if any man heare my voice and open the dore I will come in vnto him and I will sup with him and hee with mee What more comfortable speeches would the heart of mankinde craue or what greater consolation can wee Caitiue and distressed sinners desire who would refuse to open the dore of his heart to entertaine such a worthie guest of infinite loue and mercie even Christ Jesus the onely sonne of God omnipotent he gaue his life to ransone the soules of sinners he left the glorious heavens for our cause and cloathed him selfe with our wilde and filthy nature Many yeeres did he preach he suffered cold hunger and reproach he was tempted and fasted forty dayes in the wildernes in the agony of his Prayers he sweat bloud he was tortured sold and imprisoned his head was crowned with sharpe thornes his body torne with scourges he was mocked buffeted and spet in the face his body hung on the Crosse betwixt two theeues and his armes out-stretched his hands and feete peirced with nailes of iron and his side and heart wounded to death neither was we bought with siluer gold or pretious stones but with the infinite price of the bloud and life of our Sauiour Iesus Christ the onely sonne of our ever-living God O it was our sinnes and wickednes put him to death and laid all his cruell torments on him it was our wickednes made him fast forty dayes when he was tempted in the wildernes we crowned his Imperiall head with sharpe thornes we bound his delicate armes with cords wee mocked him wee stripped him naked and scourged his blessed bodie we buffeted and spat in his most glorious face we laid the Crosse on his patient shoulders we cast lots for his vpper garments we crucified him betwixt theeues and nailed his innocent hands and feet to the Crosse it was for vs he sweat bloud and water in his prayers and it was we even onely we who peirced and wounded his heart and it was wee who made him in his cruell paines of death cry out in his last passion My God my God why hast thou forsaken me All this and much more hath our wickednes done to the incomprehensible Majestie of almighty God Heare with what great admiration the Prophet Isay cries out speaking of the Passion of Jesus Christ long before his comming Who will sayes he beleeue our report and to whom is the arme of the Lord reuealed Then he begins and tells of his sufferings torments for our sinnes saying Surely he hath borne our infirmities and caried our sorrowee yet we did judge esteeme him plagued and smitten of God and humbled but hee was wounded for our trasgressions it was for our iniquities he was punished The burthen of our sinnes was laide on his backe like a simple sheepe so was he led to the slaughter in patient silence suffered he all sorts of paines neither was wickednes with him fraud nor deceit was never found in his mouth this Innocent was put to death amongst theeues and malefactors for the sinnes of the world The Evangelist S. Iohn sayes For God so loued the world that he hath giuen his onely begotten sonne Iesus Christ that whosoeuer beleeueth in him should not perish but haue life euerlasting And what shall this life everlasting be the Apostle tells thee That eye hath not seene nor care hath not heard nor yet the heart of man can not imagine what happinesse and glory is prepared for them that shall be saued Now deere and loving Reader consider with what little paines thou may in this little moment of thy life prevent the everlasting paines of hell and make conquest of the eternall glory of heaven to see and behold the vnspeakable Majestie of God set on his triumphant Throne evironed compast with the glorified Saints the innumerable Martirs who hath suffered for the faith of his sonne Iesus Christ when the woman in travaile and bitter paines of hir birth is releeved of her naturall burthen how will the pleasure of her child expell the paines and giue her comfort Even so after the weariednesse of this world the paines and anguish then comes the joyfull pleasure of heavens which expells all our vexations comforts our soules and wipes all the teares from our eyes what persecution what crosse or worldly temptation should hold or keepe vs backe from such an infinite treasure from such an endlesse joy Let vs say with that constant and blessed servant of Jesus Christ Who shal separate vs from the loue of Christ shall tribulation or anguish or persecution or famine or nakednes or perrill or sword as it is written for thy sake are wee killed all the day long wee are counted as sheepe for the slaughter neuerthelesse in all these things we are more then Conquerours through him that loued vs for I am perswaded that neither death nor life nor angels nor principalities nor powers nor things present nor things to come nor height nor depth nor any other creature shall be able to seperate vs from the loue of God which is in Christ Iesus our Lord. And a little before this happy and godly Apostle sayes in this same Chapter For I count the afflictions of this present life are not worthy of the glory which shall be showne to vs in the life to come And for this respect When hee considered of the joy of heauen hee esteemed all the ritches all the glorie and all the honour of this world but vayled filth and stinking dirt How carefull then should wee be of this word Eternall and that in this moment wee should be good provisors Our Saviour desires vs saying Negotiamini dum venio Be diligent and lay much treasure to thee fore against I come and seeke for a reckoning of thee For behold sayes he I come quickly and my rewardis with mee to giue euery man according to his workes And what shall this reward be if thou be vpright constant and continue firme and faithfull to the end Be thou faithfull vnto the death and I will giue thee the crowne of life In hope of this glorious Crowne how gallantly should thou fight against all the wofull miseries of this world and still contemne all their earthly temptations In the word of GOD the wise man forwarnes the saying My sonne when thou art to come to the seruice of GOD stand fast in Iustice and in feare and prepare thy minde for temptation Heere thou art forwarned in what estate thou shalt be in time of battell and howe to lye at thy guard against thy three ghostlle enemies The Deuill the World and the Flesh Stand therefore and your loynes girde about with viritie hauing on the
buildings lassivous dansing mirry companions quick-witted-discourses and many more pleasures all must end all must be changed Heare this Proclamation The voice of God said Cry and the Prophet said O Lord what shall I cry Cry out that all flesh is grasse and all the glory thereof is like the flower on the field the grasse widreth and the flower faideth The Prophet Dauid saieth Vniversa vanitas omnis homo vivens And what said great king Salomon in the top of his glory All was but vanitie of vanities And S. Iames calleth our life noght else but a vapor How swiftlie are we gone some by one meanes some by other man against man beast against beast every one becomes a prey to other all must pay that doubtlesse debt of Death no creature can escape there is nothing more certaine there is nothing more vncertaine we knowe not when nor where because statutum est omnibus semel mori it is ordained that we shall all once dye Then in our greatest mirth let vs ever say to our selues Memento homo quod pulvis es in pulverim reverteris O man remember that thou art but dust and in dust thou shalt returne againe It is said of the ambitious wretch Mendicant semper avari THe mal-content hunts Fortune here and there His euer-tortring-thoughts disturbs his braine Till all his hopes be drown'd in deepe despare Then Time tels him his travels are in vaine O earthly-wretch what glory canst thou gaine When fruteles-labor thy short life hath spent A restles minde with stil-tormenting paine Even whom a world of worlds could not content Frō such base thoghts heavens make my heart aspire And with a sweete contentment crowne desire Let vs beholde and we shall see how in one day yea even in one instant time some making riatous bankets some triumphing in all pleasures some going to the scaffold to be executed some women travelling with childe with great paines bringing their children to the world some lying in sore sicknesse exspecting death the prisoner in bonds looking when he should bid his last fair-well to the world some carying their children with honour to receaue the Sacrament of Baptisme the bryd-grome going with his bryde to solemnesse Matrimony And againe at that same instant we shall see murnfull companies celebrating the funeralles of the death carying the dead carcatches both of age and youth to the graue It may truely be said of our inconstant estate Laeta sit ista dies nescitur origo secundi An labor an requies sic transit gloria Mundi Sometimes are we merry and sometimes are we sad Nunquam in eodem statu We are not perticepant of the secrets of GOD It is onely his providence derects vs we knowe not what suddaine change may come such a swift course hath Time and in this meane-time the glory of this world goeth away the most part of our life is spent in sleep and how many in their mid-age is taken away scarce are we come in the world when we returne againe to the graue very few comes to the period of Nature O when we truely thinke on Death and calleth to minde that perellous passage how fearfull is it and what a strange horror brings it to the heart of mankinde and cheefly to the vnresolved who lives in all liberty of pleasure environed with all worldly contentment O mors quam amara est memoria tua homini pacem habenti in substantiis suis O Death how bitter is thy memory to that man who hes hurded vp ritches how loath wil he be to leaue his beutiful buildings his faire allurements and his many pleasurs What a greefe is it to his heart that he must departe and leaue them all behinde and he needs must goe and compeir before that great and terrible Judge to giue a sharpe reckoning how he conquest all that ritches O man thinke on thy end and thou shalt neuer sinne Remember that thy glasse shall once be runne and that thy Sonne shall set and the horror of Death shall over-shadow thee and that there shall no pleading be heard after sentence is once given Quia ex inferno nulla est redemptio Thy paines shall haue no end thy torments shal haue no diminishing Therefore to you J cal to you that careles lives and premeditats vpon mischief and how to execute the damnable exploits of the ever-laboring minde To you who are the ritch-gluttons of this world and to you who feeles not with what sence I speik Consider from whence you came where you are for the present and where you shall goe You are here on Earth Vbi spectaculum facti est is Deo angelis hominibus where you are in sight of GOD of Angels and of Men. Now when ye are going looke well to your journey your passage is all straude over with thornes it is a perelous way full of Ominus-threatnings planted with an hedge of many Prodegyous Objects Non est vitae momentum sine motu ad mortem There is no moveing of lyfe without a motion to Death Liue well that you may dye well For looke in what estate you dye so GOD will finde you and as he findeth you so he Censureth you and as he censureth you so he liueth you for ever and ever His decreit shall never be controlled nor his sentence shall never be recalled As a growing tree when it is cut downe falleth to that side where it did extend the branches when it was in growth Even so if thou desirest to fall right learne in thy grouth to extend such frutefull btanches as may sway thee to the right side and make thee fall well Sweete saieth Saint Chrisostome is the end of the laborers when he shall rest from his labors The wearied traveller longeth for his nights lodging and the storme-beattenship seeketh vp for shore the hyreling oft questioneth when his yeares will finishe and come out the woman great with childe will often muse and studie vpon her deliverie And he that perfitelie knoweth that his life is but a way to death wil with the poore prisoner sit on the doore threshold and expect when the Jaylor shal open the doore every small motion maketh him apprehend that the commander with the serjants are comming to take him from such a loath some prison He looketh for death without feare he desireth it without delight and he excepeth it with great devotion he acteth the last and tragicall parte of his life on a dulefull stage before the eyes of the world his gesture thirls the beholders heart with sad compassion his words of woe seasoned with sighes doth bathe the cheeks of the hearers with still distilling teares with a generall relation of his former wickednes he giues a loude confession of his secret sinnes with weeping eyes he calls for help of prayer and like a hunger-starued begger he howles and cries to that honourable housholder saying O good God open the gates of thy mercies to the greatnes of my
beyond them yet they are lesse hurtefull to their auditors and are more merry with lesse offence yet I will not purge them of knavery Who is a more selfe-deceiving foole in wisedome or who is a greater Asse then a Prognostication-maker who saieth that the Conjectures which they haue is founded vpon probabylities and not vpon absolut necessities so consequētly the most perfite Prognosticators somtimes must erre but why may not ane Astronomicall villaine joynd with a dreaming Astrologitian villan make and invent leisings it is they who will take vpon them to tell what 's to come and seeke to prejudge God of his glorie it is they who wil tell the alterations of time the change of weather and in what estate a mans bodie shall be in for that yeare into come I thinke such Fortun-tellers or such Aegiptian-palmisters when they set downe such Physicall rules to a man or womans bodie should be prejuditiall to the wise Physitian because he lives him nothing to say seeing he in his Mathematicall humor circumvolves the Heavens and so audatiouslie intrudes himselfe in the secreetes of the Omnipotent GOD. But as for you ignorant Medicenars I thinke you are not much prejudged because your opinion is doubtsome your judgement is voyde of vnderstanding and your experience is naught else but meere poyson And I say vnto you with learned Antonie d' Guevara Medesyns de Valance longues robes peu de sciance But you whom I honour and reverence that you may rather allow I meane you who feares GOD and whose vnderstanding is great I hope ye I say will excuse me to raile vpon the abuse of this rare and wonderfull Scyence The Booke of GOD sayeth Honour the Physitian with that honour which is dewe vnto him because of necessitie for the Lord hath created him Then I will speake against such phantastick fellowes which I haue seene heere in this Isle of Britaine and in many other forraine Countries where I haue travelled professe the Art of Medicine and produce their great Charters and Patents sealde and subscrived where they haue bene made Doctors and then they are noght else but the very abusers of Physick what a derision is it to heare se Domine Doctor discourse with a borrowed Countenance and commonly at meat over the table without respect of persons O saith he you must not eate of this it offends the stomack such and such is restoratiue and this againe breeds constipation this is laxatiue this breakes winde and expels the Collick and this is your onely meat for confirmde stones it purges the raines and dissolues quickly O what a scurvy discourse is this for the ears of a chest and skunring-hearted Ladie and cheefly at meat to talk of confirmde stones purging of raines and dissolving quickly Fy vpon it I thinke it should not be suffred yet for the fashions sake my Lord Doctor will not spare to produce some place of Gallein to make his leysings good and currant Then beginneth he to frame a large Comenter vpon a borrowed text interluding such a long Parenthesis till at last his haulting speeches makes him altogeher forget the origenall of his former subject O how will he hesitat when his long discourse beginnes to challenge memory then obruptly will he change purpose not vnlike a bloud-hound which hath lost his sent Woe be to poore patients comes vnder the Cure of such ignorants who scarce can descerne a docken leafe from Tobacco And yet he will say that he is a rare herbest how oft he visits the sick as oft must he visit gould or else his visitation is stark naught When he feeleth the punses of any diseased person O saieth he it is an Ague a raging fever houlde you warme keepe your selfe quiet let no bodie molest you I will come againe and see your water Then the next time he comes with a consort of Cut-throts like himselfe and after many whispering doubts they call the Apotechar and giues him a Recepie of I knowe not what which poysones the poore distressed patient and so sends him to his everlasting home Then doeth their ignorance lay the fault on God or else on the poore Patient saying he would not be reuld nor commanded he would not obey their precepts and they make the man or the woman author of their owne death When the Painter is asked why he left his trade of painting to become a Doctor of Physick O said he when I was a Painter all the world saw my errors but now being a Doctor of Physick I make the earth to burie my wrongs they seeke forth the life and ritches of mankinde Well may such ignorants be calde the Officers of death for the life of mankinde is the tryell of their drinks and with their poysning drogs they furnish graues and feeds wormes When the Patient is dead the Doctor must be payde for all his visitations the Apotechar for his drogs the Barber for his Insitions Fmmetings Vnguents Cataplasms Emplasterings Balmes and mollefying Ceir-cloaths this must all be payed and much more What if worse none except it be Charlytous Brokers and Vsurars flesh-flees that still gnawes vpon glad backs bloud-suckers a contagious pest to a cōmon-wealth Why should not such devoring gulfs be discovered and why should not such hulcerous phisters be bard and tented Rogry striped naked wno should not vnmask the worlds shedowed villanie The beggerly inventiō of a subtle Pandros the exploits tricks of a mercenary whore the fals reckoning host the marchants perjurie and the Lawyer deceit but O I doe not meane be that Lawyer whose conscience and soule is not spotted with murthering brybrie who hath compassion on the poore complainour and taketh the tears of the distressed widow for good paymēt No I meane be a Ianus-headed Lawyer who hath one face to his Clayant another to the Compeditor whose ever-gaiping hand must still be anoynted in the Palme with the holie ounction of Gould who must be courted like a whore with the sight of Angels strange peeces of gould and purse pennies Woe be to many heart-tortred Clyants whose right dependes vpon the defence of an avaritious Lawyer It is such poore soules who hath their ever-warsling mindes intreacated in a Laborinth of woes circumveind with innumerable fasheries and still deceived with delayes Patientia pauperum non peribit in finem Therefore O man arme thy selfe with Patience in this miserable time and couragiouslie fight it out for so long as thou art heer into this little progresse of thy lyfe great is thy battell and many are thy miseries which doeth oppose themselues against thee like vnto the restlesse motion of the sea one trouble being gone another followes Many sorrowes and few pleasures when we expect joy then comes greefe every one hath their owne crosse some les some more As poverty to an honest heart brings misery greef of minde melancholy because he conceals his want and can not practise shameles shifts to perrell honesty
fickle wheel runs restlesse round about Some flatt'ring lye oft changeth others chance Dangers deceipt in guiltie hearts breeds doubt It 's seene What yet hath beene With tract of time to passe And change Of Fortune strange At last hath turn'd their glasse Enuie triumph's on tops of high Estate All over-hung with veiles of feigned show Man climbes aboue the course of such conceate That loftie-like they loath to looke below And what All 's hazard that Wee seeke on Diceto set For some To height's doe come Then falls in dangers net The gallant man if poore hee 's thought a wretch His vertue rare is held in high disdaine The greatest Foole is wise if he be ritch And wisedome flowes from his lunatick braine Thus see Rare sprit's to bee Of no account at all Disgrace Hath got such place Each joyes at others fall The brib'rous minde who makes a God of gould He scornes to plead without he haue reward Then poore mens suites at highest rates are sould Whil'st Au'rice damn'd nor Ruth hath no regard For heere He hath no feare Of Gods consuming curse His gaines Doth pull with paines Plagues from the poore mans purse The furious flames of Sodom's sodaine fire With feruent force consume vain Pride to nought With wings of wax let soaring him aspire Aboue the starres of his ambitious thought And so When he doth go On top of Prides high glory Then shall His sodaine fall Become the worlds sad Story Ingratitude that ill ill-favour'd Ill In noble breasts hath builded Castles strong Oliuion sets-vp the Troph's that still Bewrayes the filthy vildnesse of that wrong Ah minde Where deu'lish kinde Ingratitude doth dwell That Ill Coequals still The greatest Ill in hell On poysons filth contagious Error spreads Heau'ns spotlesse eyes looks as amaz'd with wōder Their Vip'rous mindes such raging horror breeds To teare Religions virgin-roabes asunder What then O wicked men And Hels eternall pray Goe mourne And in time turne From your erronious way What course wants crosse what kind of state wants strife vvhat worldling yet could euer seem cōtent What haue we heere in this our thwarting life Ioy Beautie Honour Loue like smoak are spent I say Time goe's away Without returne againe How wise Who can despise These worldly vapours vaine FINIS OF A BEE Del ' Ape ch' Io prouai Dolce e Crudele L' agonel Core enela bocca I L mele MADRIGALL ONce did I see a sounding Bee Amongst her sweetned swarme still would shee flee and favour me Then did I dread no harme Now whilst in Nectred-glory of her gaines She sits and suckes the faire well-flourish'd flower My sugred hopes are turn'd to bitter paines And look'd-for-sweet is nothing else but sower Ah cruell sweet Bee sweet and cure my smart Hony my mouth but doe not sting my hart FINIS HIS PASSION ADO When he was in Pilgrimage Quo fata vocant THou Phaeton thy firy course do'st end And Cinthia thou with borrow'd light do'st shine These woods their silēthorrors do out-send And Vallies lowe their mistie Vapors shrine Each liuely thing by Natures course doth goe To rest saue I that wander now in woe My plaints imparts these soli'd partes to fill Weil'st roaring Rivers sends their sounds among Each dreadful Den appeares to helpe me still And yeelds sad Consorts to my sorr'wing song How oft I breath this wofull word alace From Eccho I sad accents backe imbrace I will advance what feares can me affraye Since Dreades are all debar'd by high dispere Like dark-nighs Ghost I Vagabound astraye With troubled spri't transported here and there None like my selfe but this my selfe alone I martir'd Man be waile my matchlesse mone You flintie-stones take eares and eies to see This thundring-greif with Earth-quake of my hart That you may sigh and weep with miser Mee Melt at the tragick Commentes of my smart Let these my teares that fall on you so oft Make your obdurate hardnesse to be soft You liquid-drops distilling from mine eies In Christall you my second-selfe appeares Patterne of paine how do'st thou sympathize In visage wan and Pilgrim's weede thou beares And on these signes of miscontent-attire Still doe I read debard from my desire This hairie-Rob which doth my corps conteen This Burden and my rough-vnrased-heade A Winter and a Sommer haue I been In dangers great still wandring in this weede Loe thus the force of my disasters strange Hath made me make this vnacquainted-change I am dri'd vp with Dolors I endure My hollowe eyes bewray's my restles night My visage pale self pittie doth procure I see my soares deciphr'd in my sight A Pilgrime still my Oracle was so And made my name AH MISER MAN I GO Now doe I goe and wander any way No strange estate no kinde of trau'ling toyles No threatning Crosse nor sorrow can me stay To search and seeke through all the sorts of soyles So round about this Round still haue I run Where I began againe I haue begun In strangest parts where stranger I may bee An out-cast lost and voyed of all releife When saddest sight of sorrow I can see They to my graue shall helpe to feede my greife If Wonders selfe can wofull wonders showe That sight that part that wonder I will knowe Thus doe I walke on forreigne fields forlorne To carelesse Mee all cares doe proue vnkinde I doe the Fates of fickle Fortune scorne Each crosse now breeds contentmēt to my minde Astonish of stupendious things by day Nor howling sounds by night can me affray You stately Alpes surmounting in the skyes The force of floods that frō your hights doun falles There mightie Clamors with my carefull Cryes The Ecchoes voice from hollow Caues recalles The snow-froz'n-cluds down frō your tops do thūder their voice with mine doth tear the air a sūder And Neptune thou when thy proud swelling wrath Frō gulphs to mountains mou'd with winters blast In anger great when thou didst threaten Death Oft in thy rage thy raging stormes I past And my salt teares increast my saltnes more My sighs with winds made all thy bowels roare The spatious earth groundlesse deep shall beare A true Record of this my mart'ring mone And if there were a world of worlds to heare When from this mortall Chaos I am gone I dare approue my sorrow hath bin such That all their witt's can not admire too much On the colde ground my Caytife-carcasse lyes The leaueles-trees my Winter-blasted-bed Noe Architecture but the Vap'rous skyes Black-foggie-Mist my weari'd corps hath cled This loathsome Laire on which I restles tourne Doth best befit Mee-Miser-man to mourne With open eies Nights-darknes I disdaine On my Cros'd-brest I Crosse my Crossed armes And when repose seekes to prevent my paine Squadrons of Cares doe sound their fresh alarmes So in my sleep the Image of pale Death These sighing words with burthē-brus'd I breath I ever rowl'd my Barge against the streame I scal'd those steppes that Fortune did me frame I Conquer'd which
impossible did seeme I haples I once happie I became Now sweetest joy is turn'd to bitter gall The higher vp the greater was my fall What passing Follies are in high Estates Whose foolish hopes giues promise to aspire Self-flatt'rie still doth maske the feare of fates Till vnawars deceiu'd in sought desire This breeds dispare thē force of Fortunes change Sett's high Estates in dread and perrill strange There secret grudge Envie and Treason dwelles There Justice lies in Dole-bewraying weede There flyding Time with alt'ring feates still telles The great Attempts ambitious mindes doe breed They who haue most stil hunts for more more They most desire that most ar choak'd with store Henceforth will I forsake Terrestiall Toyes Which are nought else but shawdowes of deceat What cover'd danger is in earthly joyes When vilde Envie triumphes on each Estate Thou Traytour Time thy Treason doth betray And makes youths Spring in florish faire decay What 's in Experience which I haue not sought All in that All my will I did advance At highest rate all these my witts are bought In Fortunes-Lottrie I haue try'd my Chance So what I haue I haue it not by showe But by Experience which I truely knowe Long haue I searcht and now at last I finde Eye-pleasing Calmes the tempest doth obscure When I in glory of my prosperous winde With white-sweld-sayles on gentle seas secure And when I thoght my loadstar shinde most faire Ev'n then my hopes made shipwrack on dispaire My sight is dark whil'st I am over-throwne Poore silly Barke that did pure loue possesse With great vngratefull stormes thus am I blowne On ruthlesse Rocks still deafe at my distresse So long-sought-Conquest doth in ruin's bost And saies behold thy loue and labor 's lost Since all my loue and labor 's lost let Fame Spit forth her hate and with that hatefull scorne In darke oblivion sepulchrize my name And tell the world that I was never borne In me all earthly dream'd-of-joy shall ende As Indian hearbs which in black smok I spend Al-doting pleasure that all tempting-devill I shall abhor as a contag'ous Pest I 'le purge and clense my senses of that Evill I sweare and vow still in this vow to rest In sable-habit of the mourning blacke I 'le solemnize my oath and vow I make Then goe vaine World confused Masse of nought Thy bitternesse hath now abus'd my braine Avoid thy deu'llish Fancy from my thought With idle toyes torment me not againe My Time which thy alluring folly spent With heart contreat and teares I doe repent FINIS FROM ITALY to SCOTLAND his Soyle TO thee my Soyle where first I did receaue my breath These mournefull Obsequies I sing Before my Swan-like Death My loue by Nature bound Which spotles loue as dew Even on the Altar of my heart I sacrifice to yow Thy endlesse worth through worlds Beginning still begunne Long may it shine with beames most bright Of vneclipsed-Sunne And long may thou Triumph With thy vnconquer'd hand And with the Kindomes of thy King Both Sea and Earth command At thy great Triple-force This trimbling world still stoup's Thy Martiall Arme shall over-match The Macedonian trup's And thou the Trophees great Of glory shall erect The Confeins of this spatious Glob Thy Courage shall detect O happie Soyle Vnyt Let thy Emperiall breath Expell seditious Muteners The excraments of wrath With Honor Trueth and Loue Maintaine thy thre-fold-Crowne Then so shalt thou with wondrous worth Inritch thy ritch Renowne In spight of Envyes pride Still may thy florish'd Fame Confound thy foes defend thy right And spurne at Cowards shame Amidst my sorrowing greef My wandring in exyle Oft looke I to that Arth and saies Far-well sweete Britains Iyle TO THE GHOST OF THE right Honorable JOHN GRAHAME Earle of MONTROIS sometime Vice-Roy of North-Britaine THy meriet great to Honor gaue a Crowne In Invyes-spight thy spotles Faith did shine Thy stately Fame inthrond thy ritch renowne And Deaths triumph hath made thy soule divine Death kild thy mortall Corps But not thy glorious Name Whose life is stil with wings-born-vp Of Honor Faith and Fame AGAINST TIME SONNET GOe Traytour Time and authorize my wrong My wrack my wo my wayting on bewray Looke on my heart which by thy shifts so long Thou Tyranniz'd with Treason to betray My hopes are fled my thoughts are gone astray And senslesse I haue sorrow in such store That paine it selfe to whom I am a pray Of me hath made a mart'red-man and more Goe goe then Time I hatefull thee implore To memorize my sad and matchlesse mone Whilst thy decepts by Death I shall decore My losse of life shall make them known each one So I poore I I sing with Swan-like-song Goe Traytour Time and Authorize my wrong FINIS HIS DYING SONG Circundederunt me dolores mortis pericula inferni in venerunt me NOw haplesse Heart what can thy sors asswage Since thou art gript with horror of deaths hād Thou baleful-thou becoms the Tragick stage Where all my tortring thoughts theatred stand Grief feare death thoght each in a mōstrous kinde Like vgly monsters muster in my minde Thou loathsome bed to restlesse-martred Mee Voide of repose fil'd with consuming cares I will breath forth my wretched life on thee For quenchlesse wo and paine my graue prepares Vnto pale-agonizing Death am thrall Then must I goe and answere to his call O Memorie most bitter to that man Whose God is Golde and hoords it vp in store But O that blind-deceiuing Wealth what can It saue a life or add one minute more When he at rest rich-treasure in his sight His Soule poore foole is tane away that night And strangers gets the substance of his gaine Which he long sought with endles toyles to finde This vilde worlds-filth and excraments most vaine He needs must dye and leaue it all behinde O man in minde remember this and mourne Naked thou cam'st and Naked must retourne I naked came and naked must retourne Earths start'ring pleasure is an idle toy For now I sweare my very Soule doth spurne That breath that froth that moment-fleeting-joy Then fare-well World let him betrai'd still bost Of all mischiefe that in Thee trusteth most Burnt Candle all thy store consum'd thou end 's Thy lightning splendor threats for to be gone O how dost thou resemble Mee that spend 's And sighs forth life in sighing forth my mone Thy light Thee lothes I loth this lothed life Full of deceipt false-envie grudge and strife I call on Time Tim's alt'red by the change I call on Friends Friends haue clos'd vp their eares I call on Earthly-powers and they are strange I call in vaine when Pittie none appeares Both Time and Friends both Earthly-powers and al All in disdaine are deafe at my hoarse call Then Prayer flow from my heart-humbling-knees To the supreame Coelestiall power aspire Shew thou my grief to Heavens-al-seing-eies Who never yet deny'd my just desire Mans-help is nought O GOD thy help I craue Whose spotles-bloud my spotted-soule did saue Then take my soule which bought by thee is thine Earth-harbring-worms take thou my corps of clay O Christ on me eternall mercy shine Thy bleiding wounds wash all my sins away I come I come to thee O Jesu sweit And in thy hands I recommend my spirit FINIS Math. 7. Chap. 21. Psal Pro. 21. Cap. Iudg. 6. Cap. Pro. 20 Cap. Exo. 22. Cap. Rom. 13. cap. Pro. 25. cap. Deutro 1. cap. Pro. 14. Cap. Deutr. 16. Cap. 16. Cap. Luk. 13 Eccle. 26. cap. Pro. 23. Cap. Reu. 22. cap. Mat. 21 Cap. 47 Mat. 7. Reuel cap. 13. 17. cap. Ier. 1. cap. Mat. 10 cap. Reue. 3. cap. Ier. 3. cap. Psal 7. Deut. cap. 32. Exod. cap. 20. 2 Epist 2. cap. 2. Cor. 4. cap. Esay 2. cap. Mat. 5. Eph. 5. cap. Mat. 23 cap. Mat. 7. cap. Mat. 12 cap. Deu. 32. cap. Colos 2. cap. Eccl. 38 cap. 1. Timo. 2. cap. 3. Cap. 5. Cap. 5. Math. 5. Cap. 6. Cap. 1. Cor. 7. cap. Mark 10. cap. Luk. 16. cap. Gen. 2. cap. Cor. 11. cap. Deu. 24. cap. cap. 8. Prov. cap. 5. Prover cap. 7. 1. Tim. 2. cap. Eccl. 26. cap. Esay 49 cap. Iam. 3 Epist Eccl. 25 cap. Eccl. 42 cap. Iudges 14. cap. Pro. 12. cap. Reuel 20. cap. Gen. 6. cap. Pro. 16. Cap. Pro. 15. cap. Pro. 28. cap. Math. 5. Cap. Hebr. 2. Cap. Gen. 1. cap. Esay 5. 4. Esay 30. Cap. 33. Cap. Reuel S. Iohn 3. Cap. 53. Cap. 3. Cap. 1. Corin. 2. Cap. Isay 25. cap. Reuel 7. cap. Reuel 21. cap. Roma 8. cap. Phil. 3. cap. Luk. 19. cap. Apoca. of S. Iohn 21. cap. 2. Cap. Ephe. 5. cap. Iudg. 7. Cap. Prou. 19. cap. Philip. 4. cap. 1 Cor. 10. cap. Deut. 13. cap. Iohn 7. cap. Nahum 1. cap. Iob. 18. cap. Iere. 2. cap. Esay 1. cap. Nahum 1. cap. Esay 64 cap. Esay 60 cap. 61. cap. Esek 18 cap. Esay 1. cap. Math. 20. cap. Mark 16 cap. Ephes 4. cap. Ephes 5. cap. 1. S. Pet 4. cap. Esay 66. cap. 1. cap. Mat. 25 cap. 4. cap. Esay 40. cap. Isay 58. Cap. Reuel 14. cap.