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Euthymiæ raptus; or The teares of peace with interlocutions. By Geo. Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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EVTHYMIAE RAPTVS OR The Teares of PEACE With Interlocutions By GEO. CHAPMAN AT LONDON Printed by H. L. for Rich. â—onian and H. Walleâ— and are to be solde at the spread-eagle neere the great North-door of S. Pauls Church 1609. TO THE HIGH BORN PRINCE OF MEN HENRIE THRICE-ROYALL INHERITOVR TO THE VNITED KINGDOMS OF GREAT BRITANNE THE TEARES OF PEACE INDVCTIO NOw that our Soueraign the great King of Peace Hath in her grace outlabour'd Hercules And past his Pillars stretcht her victories Since as he were sole Soule t'all Royalties He moues all Kings in this vast Vniuerse To cast chaste Nettes on th'impious lust of Mars See All and imitate his goodnesse still That hauing cleard so well warres outward ill Hee God-like still employes his firme desires To cast learn'd ynke vpon those inwarde fires That kindle worse Warre in the mindes of men Like to incense the outward Warre againe Selfe-loue inflaming so mens sensuall bloud That all good publique drownes in priuate good And that sinks vnder his owne ouer-freight Mens Reasons and their Learnings shipwrackt quite And their Religion that should still be One Takes shapes so many that most know 't in none Which I admiring since in each man shinde A light so cleere that by it all might finde Being well informd their obiect perfect Peace Which keepes the narrow path to Happinesse In that discourse I shund as is my vse The iarring preace and all their times abuse T' enioy least trodden fieldes and fre'est shades Wherein of all the pleasure that inuades The life of man and flies all vulgar feet Since silent meditation is most sweet I sat to it discoursing what maine want So ransackt man that it did quite supplant The inward Peace I spake of letting in At his loose veines sad warre and all his sinne When sodainely a comfortable light Brake through the shade and after it the sight Of a most graue and goodly person shinde With eys turnd vpwards was outward blind But inward past and future things he sawe And was to both and present times their lawe His sacred bosome was so full of fire That t' was transparent and made him expire His breath in flames that did instruct me thought And as my soule were then at full they wrought At which I casting downe my humble eyes Not daring to attempt their feruencies He thus bespake me Deare minde do not feare My strange apparance Now t' is time t'outweare Thy bashfull disposition and put on As confident a countnance as the Sunne For what hast thou to looke on more diuine And horrid then man is as hee should shine And as he doth what free'd from this worlds strife What he is entring and what ending life All which thou onely studiest and clost knowe And more then which is onely sought for showe Thou must not vnderualue what thou hast In weighing it with that which more is grac't The worth that weigheth in ward should not long For outward prices This should make thee strong In thy close value Nought so good can be As that which lasts good betwixt God and thee Remember thine owne verse Should Heauen turn Hell For deedes well done I would do euer well This heard with ioy enough to breake the twine Of life and soule so apt to breake as mine I brake into a trance and then remainde Like him an onely soule and so obtainde Such bouldnesse by the sense hee did controule That I set looke to looke and soule to soule I view'd him at his brightest though alas With all acknowledgement of what hee was Beyond what I found habited in me And thus I spake O thou that blinde dost see My hart and soule what may I reckon thee Whose heauenly look showes not nor voice sounds man I am sayd hee that spirit Elysian That in thy natiue ayre and on the hill Next Hitchins left hand did thy bosome fill With such a flood of soule that thou wert faine With â—â—clamations of her Rapture then To vent it to the Echoes of the vale When meditating of me a sweet gale Brought me vpon thee and thou didst inherit My true sense for the time then in my spirit And I inuisiblie went prompting thee To those fayre Greenes where thou didst english me Scarce he had vttered this when well I knewe It was my Princes Homer whose deare viewe Renew'd my gratefull memorie of the grace His Highnesse did me for him which in face Me thought the Spirit show'd was his delight And added glory to his heauenly plight Who tould me he brought stay to all my state That hee was Angell to me Starre and Fate Aduancing Colours of good hope to me And tould me my retired age should see Heauens blessing in a free and harmelesse life Conduct me through Earths peace-pretending strife To that true Peace whose search I still intend And to the calme Shore of a loued ende But now as I cast round my rauisht eye To see if this free Soule had companie Or that alone hee louingly pursude The hidden places of my Solitude He rent a Cloude downe with his burning hand That at his backe hung twixt me and a Land Neuer inhabited and sayd Now behould What maine defect it is that doth enfould The World in ominious flatteries of a Peace So full of worse then warre whose sterne encrease Deuours her issue With which words I view'd A Lady like a Deitie indew'd But weeping like a woman and made way Out of one Thicket that sawe neuer day Towards another bearing vnderneath Her arme a Coffine for some prize of death And after her in funerall forme did goe The woddes foure-footed Beasts by two and two A Male and Female matcht of euerie kinde And after them with like instinct enclinde The ayrie Nation felt her sorrowes stings Fell on the earth kept rancke and hung their wings Which sight I much did pittie and admire And longd to knowe the dame that could inspire Those Bestials with such humane Forme and ruthe And how I now should knowe the hidden Truthe As Homer promist of that maine defect That makes men all their inward Peace reiect For name of outward Then hee tooke my hand Led to her and would make my selfe demand Though he could haue resolv'd me what shee was And from what cause those strange effects had pass For whom She bore that Coffine and so mournd To all which with all mildensse she returnd Aunswere that she was Peace sent down from heauen With charge from the Almightie Deitie giuen T' attend on men who now had banisht her From their societies and made her erre In that wilde desert onely Humane loue Banisht in like sort did a longtime proue That life with her but now alas was dead And lay in that wood to bee buried For whom she bore that Coffine and did mourne And that those Beasts were so much humane borne That they in nature felt a loue to Peace For which they followd her when men did cease This went so