gone and now though much beneath His Coronet is next th' Imperiall Wreath No richer signe his flowry Garland drown's Which shines alone aboue the lesser Crownes This thou inioyd'st as sicke men tedious houres And thought'st of brighter Pearles and fairer flowres And higher Crownes which heau'n for thee reserues When this thy worldly pompe decayes and starues This sacred seruour in thy mind did glow And though supprest with outward state and show Yet at thy death those hind'ring clouds it clear'd And like the lost Sunne to the world appear'd Euen as a strong fire vnder ashes turn'd Which with more force long secretly hath burn'd Breakes forth to be the obiect of our sight Aimes at the Orbe and ioynes his flame with light Vpon his Noble Friend Sir William Skipwith TO frame a man who in those gifts excels Which makes the Country happy where hee dwels We first conceiue what names his Line adorne It kindles vertue to be nobly borne This picture of true Gentry must be grac'd With glitt'ring Iewels round about him plac'd A comely body and a beauteous mind A heart to loue a hand to giue inclin'd A house as free and open as the Ayre A tongue which ioyes in Language sweet and faire Yet can when need requires with courage bold To publike eares his neighbours griefes vnfold All these we neuer more shall find in one And yet all these are clos'd within this stone An Epitaph vpon my deare Brother Francis Beaumont ON Death thy Murd'rer this reuenge I take I slight his terror and iust question make Which of vs two the best precedence haue Mine to this wretched world thine to the graue Thou shouldst haue followd me but death too blame Miscounted yeeres and measur'd age by Fame So dearely hast thou bought thy precious lines Their praise grew swiftly so thy life declines Thy Muse the hearers Queene the Readers loue All eares all hearts but Deaths could please and moue Of my deare Sonne Geruase Beaumont CAn I who haue for others oft compil'd The Songs of Death forget my sweetest child VVhich like a flow'r crusht with a blast is dead And ere full time hangs downe his smiling head Expecting with cleare hope to liue anew Among the Angels fed with heau'nly dew We haue this signe of Ioy that many dayes While on the earth his struggling spirit stayes The name of Iesus in his mouth containes His onely food his sleepe his ease from paines O may that sound be rooted in my mind Of which in him such strong effect I find Deare Lord receiue my Sonne whose winning loue To me was like a friendship farre aboue The course of nature or his tender age Whose lookes could all my bitter griefes asswage Let his pure soule ordain'd seu'n yeeres to be In that fraile body which was part of me Remaine my pledge in heau'n as sent to shew How to this Port at eu'ry step I goe Teares for the death of the truly Honourable the Lord Chandos LEt him whose lines a priuate losse deplore Call them to weepe that neuer wept before My griefe is more audacious giue me one Who eu'ry day hath heard a dying grone The subiect of my verses may suffice To draw new teares from dry and weary eyes We dare not loue a man nor pleasure take In others worth for noble Chandos sake And when we seeke the best with reasons light We feare to wish him longer in our sight Time had increast his vertue and our woe For sorrow gathers weight by comming slow Should him the God of life to life restore Againe we lose him and lament the more If Mortals could a thousand liues renew They were but shades of death which must insue Our gracious God hath fitter bounds assign'd And earthly paines to one short life confin'd Yet when his hand hath quench'd the vitall flame It leaues some cinders of immortall fame At these we blow and like Prometheus striue By such weake sparkes to make dead clay aliue Breath flyes to ayre the body falls to ground And nothing dwels with vs but mournfull sound O might his honor'd Name liue in my Song Reflected as with Ecchoes shrill and strong But when my lines of glorious obiects treate They should rise high because the worke is great No Quill can paint this Lord vnlesse it haue Some tincture from his actions free and braue Yet from this height I must descend againe And like the calme Sea lay my Verses plaine When I describe the smoothnesse of his mind Where reasons chaines rebellious passions bind My Poem must in harmony excell His sweet behauiour and discourse to tell It should be deepe and full of many Arts To teach his wisdome and his happy parts But since I want these graces and despaire To make my Picture like the patterne faire These hasty strokes vnperfect draughts shall stand Expecting life from some more skilfull hand Vpon the vntimely death of the Honourable hopâ—full young Gentleman Edward Stafford Sonne and Heire to the Lord Stafford DEad is the hope of Stafford in whose line So many Dukes and Earles and Barons shine And from this Edwards death his kinred drawes More griefe then mighty Edwards fall could cause For to this House his vertue promist more Then all those great Ones that had gone before No lofty titles can securely frame The happinesse and glory of a Name Bright honours at the point of Noone decay And feele a sad declining like the day But he that from the race of Kings is borne And can their mem'ries with his worth adorne Is farre more blest then those of whom he springs He from aboue the soule of goodnesse brings T' inspire the body of his Noble birth This makes it moue before but liuelesse earth Of such I write who show'd he would haue been Complete in action but we lost him greene We onely saw him crown'd with flowres of hope O that the fruits had giu'n me larger scope And yet the bloomes which on his Herse we strow Surpasse the Cherries and the Grapes that grow In others Gardens Here fresh Roses lie Whose ruddy blushes modest thoughts descry In Flowre-de-luces dide with azure hue His constant loue to heau'nly things we view The spotlesse Lillies shew his pure intent The flaming Marigold his zeale present The purple Violets his Noble minde Degen'rate neuer from his Princely kind And last of all the Hyacinths we throw In which are writ the letters of our woe To the Memory of the Learned and Religious Ferdinando Pulton Esquire AS at a ioyfull Marriage or the birth Of some long wished child or when the earth Yeelds plenteous fruit and makes the Ploughman sing Such is the sound and subiect of my string Ripe age full vertue need no fun'rall Song Here mournefull tunes would Grace Nature wrong VVhy should vaine sorrow follow him with teares VVho shakes off burdens of declining yeeres VVhose thread exceeds the vsuall bounds of life And feeles no stroke of any fatall knife The Destinies enioyne their
brests Not Oratours so much with flowing words Can sway the hearts of men and whet their swords Or blunt them at their pleasure as our straines Whose larger Spheare the Orbe of prose containes Can mens affections lessen or increase And guide their passions whisp'ring warre or peace Tyrtaeus by the vigour of his verse Made Sparta conquer while his lines reherse Her former glory almost then subdude By stronger foes and when the people rude Contend among themselues with mutuall wrongs He tempers discord with his milder songs This poore lame Poet hath an equall praise With Captaines and with States men of his dayes The Muses claime possession in those men Who first aduentur'd with a nimble pen To paint their thoughts in new inuented signes And spoke of Natures workes in numbred lines This happy Art compar'd with plainer wayes Was sooner borne and not so soone decayes She safer stands from times deuouring wrong As better season'd to continue long But as the streames of time still forward flow So Wits more idle and distrustfull grow They yeeld this Fort and cowardly pretend Prose is a castle easier to defend Nor was this change effected in a day But with degrees â—nd by a stealing way They pull the Muses feathers one by one And are not seene till both the wings be gone If man inioying such a precious Mine Esteem'd his nature almost made Diuine When he beheld th' expression of his thought To such a height and Godlike glory brought This change may well his fading ioy confound To see it naked creeping on the ground Yet in the lands that honour'd learnings name Were alwayes some that kept the vestall flame Of pow'rfull Verse on whose increase or end The periods of the soules chiefe raigne depend Now in this Realme I see the golden age Returne to vs whose comming shall asswage Distracting strife and many hearts inspire To gather fewell for this sacred fire On which if you great Prince your eyes will cast And like Fauonius giue a gentle blast The liuely flame shall neuer yeeld to death But gaine immortall spirit by your breath To the Prince IF eu'ry man a little world we name You are a World most like the greatest frame Your loue of Learning spreads your glory farre Lifts you to heau'n and makes you there a Starre In actiue sports and formes of martiall deeds Like Fire and Ayre your nimble courage breeds A rare amazement and a sweet delight To Brittaines who behold so deare a sight Though higher Orbes such glorious signes containe Doe not braue Prince this lower Globe disdaine In pure and fruitfull water we may see Your minde from darkenesse cleare in bounty free And in the steddy resting of the ground Your noble firmenesse to your friend is found For you are still the same and where you loue No absence can your constant mind remoue So goodnesse spreads it selfe with endlesse lines And so the Light in distant places shines He that aduentures of your worth to sing Attempts in vaine to paint a boundlesse thing An Epithalamium vpon the happy marriage of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles and our gracious Lady Queene MARY THe Ocean long contended but in vaine To part our shore from France Let Neptune shake his mace swelling waues aduance The former Vnion now returnes againe This Isle shall once more kisse the Maine Ioyn'd with a flowry bridge of loue on which the Graces dance Leander here no dang'rous iourney takes To touch his Heros hand Our Hellespont with Ships becomes as firme as Land When this sweete Nymph her place of birth forsakes And England signes of welcome makes As many as our gladsome coasts haue little graines of sand That voyce in which the Continent was blest Now to this Iland calls The liuing Woods and Rocks to frame new rising Walls The moouing Hills salute this happy guest The Riuers to her seruice prest Seine into Thames Garonne to Trent and Loire to Seuerne falls This Royall Payre the Bridegroome and the Bride With equall glory shine Both full of sparkling light both sprung from race diuine Their Princely Fathers Europs highest pride The Westerne World did sweetly guide To theÌ„ as Fathers of their Realmes we goldeÌ„ Crownes assigne Great Henry neuer vanquisht in the field Rebellious foes could tame The Wisdome of our James bred terror in his Name So that his proudest Aduersaries yeeld Glad to be guarded with his shield Where Peace with drops of heau'nly dew supprest Dissention flame Our Charles and Mary now their course prepare Like those two greater Lights Which God in midst of Heau'n exalted to our sights To guide our footsteps with perpetuall care Times happy changes to declare The one affoords vs healthfull daies the other quiet nights See how the Planets and each lesser fire Along the Zodiake glide And in this stately traine their offices diuide No Starre remaines exempted from this Quire But all are ioyn'd in one desire To moue as these their wheeles shall turne and rest where thâ—â— abiâ—â— What can these shouts and glit'tring showes portend But neuer fading ioyes The Lords in rich attire the people with their noyse Expresse to what a height their hopes ascend Which like a Circle haue no end Their strength no furious tempests shake nor creeping age destroyeâ— On this foundation we expect to build The Towres of earthly blisse Mirth shall attend on Health and Peace shall plenty kisse The Trees with fruite with Flowres our Gardens fill'd Sweete honey from the leaues distill'd For now Astraeas raigne appeares to be a Tipe of this O may our Children with their rauish't eyes A race of Sonnes behold Whose birth shal change our Ir'n to Siluer Brasse to Gold Proceede white houres that from this stocke may rise Victorious Kings whom Fame shall prize More dearely then all other names within her Booke enroll'd At the end of his Maiesties first yeere Sonnet first YOur Royall Father Iames the Good and Great Proclaim'd in March wheÌ„ first we felt the Spring A World of blisse did to our Iland bring And at his Death he made his yeeres compleate Although three dayes he longer held his seate Then from that houre when he reioyc'd to sing Great Brittaine torne before enioyes a King Who can the periods of the Starres repeate The Sunne who in his annuall circle takes A dayes full quadrant from th' ensuing yeere Repayes it in foure yeeres and equall makes The number of the dayes within his Spheare Iames was our earthly Sunne who call'd to Heau'n Leaues you his Heire to make all fractions eu'n Sonnet second ABout the time when dayes are longer made When nights are warmer the aire more cleare When verdant leaues and fragrant flowers appeare Whose beauty winter had constrained to fade About the time when Gabriels words perswade The blessed Virgin to incline her care And to conceyue that Sonne whom she shall beare Whose death and rising driue away the shade About this time so oft so highly blest By precious gifts
The custome is to spread abroad VVhite linnens grac'd with splendour pure Sabaean Myrrh on bodies strow'd Preserues them from decay secure The hollow stones by Caruers wrought VVhich in faire monuments are laid Declare that pledges thither brought Are not to death but sleepe conuay'd The pious Christians this ordaine Beleeuing with a prudent eye That those shall rise and liue againe Who now in freezing slumbers lye He that the dead disperst in fields In pittie hides with heapes of molds To his Almighty Sauiour yeelds A worke which he with ioy beholds The same Law warnes vs all to grone VVhom one seuere condition ties And in anothers death to mone All Fun'rals as of our Allies That Reu'rend man in goodnesse bred VVho blest Tobias did beget Preferr'd the buriall of the dead Before his meate though ready set He while the seruants waiting stand Forsakes the cups the dishes leaues And digges a graue with speedy hand Which with the bones his teares receiues Rewards from heau'n this worke requite No slender price is here repaid God cleares the eyes that saw no light While Fishes gall on them is laid Then the Creator would descry How farre from reason they are led VVho sharpe and bitter things apply To soules on which new light is spred He also taught that to no wight The heau'nly Kingdome can be seene Till vext with wounds and darksome night He in the worlds rough waues hath been The curse of death a blessing finds Because by this tormenting woe Steepe waies lye plaine to spotlesse minds VVho to the Starres by sorrowes goe The bodies which long perisht lay Returne to liue in better yeeres That vnion neuer shall decay VVhere after death new warmth appeares The face where now pale colour dwels VVhence foule infection shall arise The flowres in splendour then excels VVhen blood the skinne with beauty dies No age by Times imperious law With enuious prints the forehead dimmes No drought no leanenesse then can draw The moysture from the wither'd limmes Diseases which the body eate Infected with oppressing paines In midst of torments then shall sweate Imprison'd in a thousand chaines The conqu'ring flesh immortall growes Beholding from the skies aboue The endlesse groning of her foes For sorrowes which from them did moue VVhy are vndecent howlings mixt By liuing men in such a case VVhy are decrees so sweetly fixt Reprou'd with discontented face Let all complaints and murmurs faile Ye tender mothers stay your teares Let none their children deare bewaile For life renew'd in death appeares So buried seeds though dry and dead Againe with smiling greenenesse spring And from the hollow furrowes bred Attempt new eares of corne to bring Earth take this man with kind embrace In thy soft bosome him conceiue For humane members here I place And gen'rous parts in trust I leaue This house the soule her guest once felt VVhich from the Makers mouth proceeds Here sometime feruent wisdome dwelt VVhich Christ the Prince of VVisedome breeds A cou'ring for this body make The Author neuer will forget His workes nor will those lookes forsake In which he hath his Picture set For when the course of time is past And all our hopes fulfill'd shall be Thou op'ning must restore at last The limbes in shape which now we see Nor if long age with pow'rfull reigne Shall turne the bones to scatter'd dust And onely ashes shall retaine In compasse of a handfull thrust Nor if swift Floods or strong command Of VVindes through empty Ayre haue tost The members with the flying Sand Yet man is neuer fully lost O God while mortall bodies are Recall'd by thee and form'd againe VVhat happy seate wilt thou prepare VVhere spotlesse soules may safe remaine In Abrahams bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus whose flowry Crowne The rich man doth farre off espie While him sharpe fiery torments drowne Thy words O Sauiour we respect Whose triumph driues black Death to losse When in thy steps thou would'st direct The Thiefe thy fellow on the Crosse The faithfull see a shining way Whose length to Paradise extends This can them to those trees conuay Lost by the Serpents cunning ends To Thee I pray most certaine Guide O let this soule which thee obay'd In her faire birth-place pure abide From which she banisht long hath stray'd While we vpon the couer'd bones Sweet violets and leaues will throw The title and the cold hard stones Shall with our liquid odours flow FINIS
here to stay Refusing that sweet change which God prouides To those whom with his rod and staffe he guides Your happinesse consists not now alone In those high comforts which are often throwne In plenteous manner from our Sauiours hand To raise the fall'n and cause the weake to stand But ye are blest when being trodden downe Ye taste his Cup and weare his thorny Crowne On Ascension day YE that to heau'n direct your curious eyes And send your minds to walk the spacious skies See how the Maker to your selues you brings Who sets his noble markes on meanest things And hauing Man aboue the Angels plac'd The lowly Earth more then the Heau'n hath grac'd Poore Clay each Creature thy degrees admires First God in thee a liuing Soule inspires Whose glorious beames hath made thee farre mâ—â—â— bright Then is the Sunne the spring of corp'rall light He rests not here but to himselfe thee takes And thee diuine by wondrous vnion makes What Region can afford a worthy place For his exalted Flesh Heau'n is too base He scarce would touch it in his swift ascent The Orbes fled backe like Iordan as he went And yet he daign'd to dwell a while on earth As paying thankefull tribute for his birth But now this body all Gods workes excels And hath no place but God in whom it dwels An Ode of the blessed Trinitie MVse that art dull and weake Opprest with worldly paine If strength in thee remaine Of things diuine to speake Thy thoughts a while from vrgent eares restraine And with a cheareful voice thy wonted silence breake No cold shall thee benumme Nor darknesse taint thy sight To thee new heate new light Shall from this obiect come Whose praises if thou now wilt sound a right My pen shall giue thee leaue hereafter to be dumbe Whence shall we then begin To sing or write of this Where no beginning is Or if we enter in Where shall we end The end is endlesse blisse Thrice happy we if well so rich a thread we spinne For Thee our strings we touch Thou that are Three and One Whose essence though vnknowne Beleeu'd is to be such To whom what ere we giue we giue thine owne And yet no mortall tongue can giue to thee so much See how in vayne we trie To find some tipe t' agree With this great One in Three Yet can none such descrie If any like or second were to thee Thy hidden nature then were not so deepe and high Here faile inferiour things The Sunne whose heate and light Make creatures warme and bright A feeble shadow brings The Sunne shewes to the world his Fathers might With glorious raies froÌ„ both our fire the spirit spring Now to this toplesse hill Let vs ascend more neare Yet still within the Spheare Of our connat'rall skill We may behold how in our soules we beare An vnderstanding pow'r ioyn'd with effectuall will We can no higher goe To search this point diuine Here it doth chiefly shine This Image must it show These steppes as helpes our humble minds incline T' embrace those certaine grounds which from true Faith must flow To him these notes direct Who not with outward hands Nor by his strong commands Whence creatures take effect While perfectly himselfe he vnderstands Begets another selfe with equall glory deckt From these the Spring of loue The holy Ghost proceeds VVho our affection feeds VVith those cleare flames which moue From that eternall Essence which them breeds And strike into our soules as lightning from aboue Stay stay Parnassian Girle Heere thy descriptions faint Thou humane shapes canst paint And canst compare to Pearle VVhite teeth and speak of lips which Rubies taint Resembling beauteous eies to Orbs that swiftly whirle But now thou mayst perceiue The weakenesse of thy wings And that thy noblest strings To muddy obiects cleaue Then praise with humble silence heau'nly things And what is more then this to still deuotion leaue A Dialogue betweene the World a Pilgrim and Vertue Pilgrim WHat darknes clouds my senses Hath the day Forgot his season and the Sunne his way Doth God withdraw his all-sustaining might And works no more with his faire creature light While heau'n and earth for such a losse complaine And turne to rude vnformed heapes againe My paces with intangling briers are bound And all this forrest in deepe silence drownd Here must my labour and my iourney cease By which in vaine I sought for rest and peace But now perceiue that mans vnquiet mind In all his waies can onely darkenesse find Here must I starue and die vnlesse some light Point out the passage from this dismall night World Distressed Pilgrim let not causelesse feare Depresse thy hopes for thou hast comfort neare Which thy dull heart with splendor shall inspire And guide thee to thy period of desire Cleare vp thy browes and raise thy fainting eyes See how my glitt'ring Palace open lies For weary passengers whose desp'rate case I pitie and prouide a resting place Pilgrim O thou whose speeches sound whose beauties shine Not like a creature but some pow'r diuine Teach me thy stile thy worth and state declare VVhose glories in this desart hidden are World I am thine end Felicity my name The best of wishes Pleasures Riches Fame Are humble vassals which my Throne attend And make you mortals happy when I send In my left hand delicious fruits I hold To feede them who with mirth and ease grow old Afraid to lose the fleeting dayes and nights They seaze on times and spend it in delights My right hand with triumphant crownes is stor'd VVhich all the Kings of former times ador'd These gifts are thine then enter where no strife No griefe no paine shall interrupt thy life Vertue Stay hasty wretch here deadly Serpents dwell And thy next step is on the brinke of hell VVouldst thou poore weary man thy limbs repose Behold my house where true contentment growes Not like the baites which this seducer giues VVhose blisse a day whose torment euer liues World Regard not these vaine speeches let them goe This is a poore worme my contemned foe Bold thredbare Vertue who dare promise more From empty bags then I from all my store VVhose counsels make men draw vnquiet breath Expecting to be happy after death Vertue Canst thou now make or hast thou euer made Thy seruants happy in those things that fade Heare this my challenge one example bring Of such perfection let him be the King Of all the world fearing no outward check And guiding others by his voice or beck Yet shall this man at eu'ry moment find More gall then hony in his restlesse mind Now Monster since my words haue struck thee dumb Behold this Garland whence such vertues come Such glories shine such piercing beames are throwne As make thee blind and turne thee to a stone And thou whose wand'ring feet were running downe Th' infernall steepenesse looke vpon this Crowne Within these folds lie hidden no deceits No golden lures
fires Whose heate the Greeke and Roman works inspires Pure phrase fit Epithets a sober care Of Metaphors descriptions cleare yet rare Similitudes contracted smooth and round Not vext by learning but with Nature crown'd Strong figures drawne from deepe inuentions springs Consisting lesse in words and more in things A language not affecting ancient times Nor Latine shreds by which the Pedant climes A noble subiect which the mind may lift To easie vse of that peculiar gift Which Poets in their raptures hold most deare VVhen actions by the liuely sound appeare Giue me such helpes I neuer will despaire But that our heads which sucke the freezing aire As well as hotter braines may verse adorne And be their wonder as we were their scorne To the glorious memory of our late Soueraigne Lord King Iames. WEepe O ye Nymphes that from your caues may flow Those trickling drops whence mighty riuers flow Disclose your hidden store let eu'ry Spring To this our Sea of griefe some tribute bring And when ye once haue wept your Fountaines dry The heau'n with showres will send a new supply But if these cloudy treasures prooue too scant Our teares shall helpe when other moystures want This I le nay Europe nay the World bewailes Our losse with such a Streame as neuer failes Abundant floods from eu'ry letter rise When we pronounce great Iames our Soueraigne dies And while I write these words I trembling stand A sudden darkenesse hath possest the Land I cannot now expresse my selfe by signes All eyes are blinded none can reade my lines Till Charles ascending driues away the night And in his splendour giues my Verses light Thus by the beames of his succeeding flame I shall describe his Fathers boundlesse Fame The Grecian Emp'rours gloried to be borne And nurst in Purple by their Parents worne See here a King whose birth together twines The Britan English Norman Scottish lines How like a Princely Throne his Cradle stands White Diadems become his swathing bands His glory now makes all the Earth his Tombe But enuious Fiends would in his Mothers wombe Interre his rising greatnesse and contend Against the Babe whom heau'nly troopes defend And giue such vigour in his childhoods-state That he can strangle Snakes which swell with hate This conquest his vndaunted brest declares In Seas of danger in a world of cares Yet neither cares oppresse his constant mind Nor dangers drowne his life for age design'd The Muses leaue their sweet Castalian Springs In forme of Bees extending silken wings Wiâ—h gentle sounds to keepe this Infant still While they his mouth with pleasing hony fill Hence those large Streames of Eloquence proceed Which in the hearers strange amazement breed When laying by his Scepters and his Swords He melts their hearts with his mellifluous words So Hercules in ancient â—ictures fain'd Could draw whole Nations to his tongue enchain'd He first considers in his tender age How God hath rays'd him on this earthly Stage To act a part expos'd to eu'ry eye With Salomon he therefore striues to flie To him that gaue this Greatnesse and demands The precious gift of Wisdome from his hands While God delighted with this iust request Not onely him with wondrous Prudence blest But promis'd higher glories new encrease Of Kingdomes circled with a Ring of Peace He thus instructed by diuine commands Extends this peacefull line to other Lands When warres are threaten'd by shril Trumpets sounds His Oliue stancheth bloud and binds vp wounds The Christian World this good from him deriues That thousands had vntimely spent their liues If not preseru'd by lustre of his Crowne Which calm'd the stormes layd the billowes down And dimm'd the glory of that Roman wreath By souldiers gain'd for sauing men from death This Denmarke felt and Swethland when their strife Ascended to such height that losse of life VVas counted nothing for the dayly sight Of dying men made Death no more then night Behold two potent Princes deepe engag'd In seu'rall int'rests mutually enrag'd By former conflicts yet they downe will lay Their swords when his aduice directs the way The Northerne Climates from dissention barr'd Receiue new ioyes by his discreete award When Momus could among the Godlike-Kings Infect with poyson those immortall Springs Which flow with Nectar and such gall would cast As spoyles the sweetnesse of Ambrosiaes taste This mighty Lord as Ruler of the Quire With peacefull counsels quencht the rising fire The Austrian Arch-duke and Batauian State By his endeuours change their long-bred hate For twelue yeeres truce this rest to him they owe As Belgian Shepherds and poore Ploughmen know The Muscouites opprest with neighbours flie To safe protection of his watchfull eye And Germany his ready succours tries When sad contentions in the Empire rise His mild instinct all Christians thus discerne But Christs malignant foes shall find him sterne What care what charge he suffers to preuent Lest Infidels their number should augment His ships restraine the Pirates bloody workes And Poland gaines his ayde against the Turkes His pow'rfull Edicts stretcht beyond the Line Among the Indians seu'rall bounds designe By which his subiects may exalt his Throne And strangers keepe themselues within their owne This Ile was made the Sunnes ecliptick way For here our Phoebus still vouchsaf'd to stay And from this blessed place of his retreat In diff'rent Zones distinguisht cold and heate Sent light or darknesse and by his Commands Appointed limits to the Seas and Lands Who would imagine that a Prince employ'd In such affaires could euer haue enioy'd Those houres which drawne from pleasure and from rest To purchase precious knowledge were addrest And yet in learning he was knowne t' exceed Most whom our houses of the Muses breed Ye English Sisters Nurses of the Arts Vnpartiall Iudges of his better parts Raise vp your wings and to the world declare His solid Iudgement his Inuention rare His ready Elocution which ye found In deepest matters that your Schooles propound It is sufficient for my creeping Verse His care of English Language to rehearse He leades the lawlesse Poets of our times To smoother cadence to exacter Rimes He knew it was the proper worke of Kings To keepe proportion eu'n in smallest things He with no higher titles can be styl'd When Seruants name him lib'rall Subiects Mild. Of Antonines faire time the Romans tell No bubbles of ambition then could swell To forraine warres nor ease bred ciuill strife Nor any of the Senate lost his life Our King preserues for two and twenty yeeres This Realme from inward and from outward feares All English Peeres escape the deadly stroke Though some with crimes his anger durst prouoke He was seuere in wrongs which others felt But in his owne his heart would quickly melt For then like God from whom his glories flow He makes his Mercy swift his Iustice slow He neuer would our gen'rall ioy forget VVhen on his sacred brow the Crowne was set And therefore striues to make his Kingdome
rapine should his courses guide Though all the world conspire to doe him grace Yet he is little and extremely base If in his heart these vices take their seate No pow'r can make the slaue of passions great Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Armes BEhold the Ensignes of a Christian Knight VVhose Field is like his minde of siluer bright His bloudy Crosse supports fiue golden Shels A precious Pearle in euery Scallop dwels Fiue Vertues grace the middle and the bounds VVhich take their light froÌ„ Christs victorious wounds Vpon the Top commanding Prudence shines Repressing Temp'rance to the foote declines Braue Fortitude and Iustice are the hands And Charity as in the Center stands VVhich binding all the ends with strong effect To euery Vertue holds the same respect May he that beares this Shield at last obtaine The azure Circle of celestiall raigne And hauing past the course of sliding houres Enioy a Crowne of neuer-fading Flow'rs Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Shield at a Tilting his Impresse being a Bird of Paradise SEe how this Bird erects his constant flight Aboue the Cloudes aspiring to the light As in a quiet Paradise he dwels In that pure Region where no winde rebels And fearing not the thunder hath attain'd The Palace where the Demigods remaind This Bird belongs to you thrice glorious King From you the beauties of his Feathers spring No vaine ambition lifts him vp so high But rais'd by force of your attractiue Eye He feedes vpon your Beames and takes delight Not in his owne Ascent but in your sight Let them whose motion to the Earth declines Describe your Circle by their baser lines And enuy at the brightnesse of your seate He cannot liue diuided from your heate To the Duke of Buckingham at his returne from Spaine MY Lord that you so welcome are to all You haue deseru'd it neuer could there fall A fitter way to prooue you highly lou'd Then when your selfe you from our sights remou'd The clouded lookes of Brittaine sad appeare VVith doubtfull care ah who can bridle feare For their inestimable gemme perplext The good and gracefull Buckingham is next In their desires they to remembrance bring How oft by mediation with the King You mitigate the rigour of the lawes And pleade the orphans and the widowes cause My Muse which tooke from you her life and light Sate like a weary wretch whome suddaine night Had ouerspred your absence casting downe The flow'rs and Sirens feathers from her crowne Your fauour first th' anointed head inclines To heare my rurall songs and reade my lines Your voyce my reede with lofty musick reares To offer trembling songs to Princely eares But since my Sou'raigne leaues in great affaires His trusty seruant to his Subiects pray'rs I willing spare for such a Noble end My Patron and too bold I speake my friend To the Duke of Buckingham THe words of Princes iustly we conceiue As Oracles inspir'd by pow'r diuine Which make the vertues of their seruants shine And monuments to future ages leaue The sweet consent of many tongues can weaue Such knots of Honour in a flowry line That no iniurious hands can them vntwine Nor enuious blasts of beauty can bereaue These are your helpes my Lord by these two wings You lifted are aboue the force of spite For while the publike Quire your glory sings The 〈…〉 rules them keepes the Musicke right Yoâ—â—â—â—ppy name with noble prayse to greet Gods double Voyce the King and Kingdome meet To my gracious Lord the Duke of Buckingham vpon the birth of his first Sonne GIue leaue my Lord to his abounding heart Whose faithfull zeale presumes to beare a part In eu'ry blessing which vpon you shines And to your glory consecrates his lines VVhich rising from a plaine and countrey Muse Must all my boldnesse with her name excuse Shall Burley onely triumph in this Child VVhich by his birth is truly Happy stil'd Nay we will striue that Eccho with her notes May draw some ioy into our homely Cotes VVhile I to solitary bils retire VVhere quiet thoughts my Songs with truth inspire And teach me to foretell the hopes that flow From this young Lord as he in yeeres shall grow First we behold and neede not to presage VVhat pleasing comfort in this tender age He giues his Parents sweetning eu'ry day VVith deare contentments of his harmelesse play They in this glasse their seu'rall beauties place And owne themselues in his delightfull face But when this flowry bud shall first beginne To spread his leaues which were conceal'd within And casting off the dew of childish teares More glorious then the Rose at noone appeares His minde extends it selfe to larger bounds Instinct of gen'rous Nature oft propounds Great Duke your actiue graces to his sight As obiects full of wonder and delight These in his thoughts entire possession keep They stop his play and interrupt his sleepe So doth a carefull Painter fixe his eyes Vpon the patterne which before him lies And neuer from the boord his hand withdrawes Vntill the Type be like th' Exemplar cause To courtly dancing now he shall incline To manage horses and in Armes to shine Such ornaments of youth are but the seeds Of noble Vertues and Heroick deeds He will not rest in any outward part But striues t' expresse the riches of your heart VVithin a litle modell and to frame True title to succession of your fame In riper yeeres he shall your wisedome learne And your vndaunted courage shall discerne And from your actions from your words and lookeâ— Shall gather rules which others reade in bookes So in Achilles more those lessons wrought Which Peleus show'd theÌ„ those which Chiron taught Vpon the Earle of Couentryes departure from vs to the Angels SWeet Babe whose Birth inspir'd me with a Song And call'd my Muse to trace thy dayes along Attending riper yeeres with hope to finde Such braue endeuours of thy noble Minde As might deserue triumphant lines and make My Fore-head bold a Lawrell Crowne to take How hast thou left vs and this earthly Stage Not acting many Months in tender age Thou cam'st into this world a little Spie Where all things that could please the eare and eye Were set before thee but thou found'st them toyes And flew'st with scornefull smiles t' eternall ioyes No visage of grim Death is sent t' affright Thy spotlesse soule nor darknesse blinds thy sight But lightsome Angels with their golden Wings Ore spread thy Cradle and each spirit brings Some precious Balme for heau'nly Physicke meet To make the separation soft and sweet The sparke infus'd by God departs away And bids the earthly weake companion stay VVith patience in that nurs'ry of the ground VVhere first the seeds of Adams limbes were found For time shall come when these diuided friends Shall ioyne againe and know no seu'rall ends But change this short and momentary kisse To strict embraces of Celestiall blisse To my Lord Vicount Purbeck a Congratulation for his health IF we inlarge
our hearts extend our voyce To shew with what affection we reioyce VVhen friends or kinsmen wealth and honour gaine Or are return'd to freedome from the chaine How shall your seruants and your friends my Lord Declare their ioy who find no sound no word Sufficient for their thoughts since you haue got That Iewell Health which Kingdomes equall not From sicknesse freed a Tyrant farre more fell Then Turkish Pirates who in Gallies dwell The Muses to the friend of Musicke bring The signes of gladnesse Orpheus strikes a string VVhich can inspire the dull can cheare the sad And to the dead can liuely motion adde Some play some sing while I whose onely skill Is to direct the organ of my Quill That from my hand it may not runne in vaine But keepe true time with my commanding braine I will bring forth my Musicke and will trie To rayse these dumbe yet speaking Letters high Till they contend with sounds till arm'd with wing My featherd pen surmount Apollo's strings We much reioyce that lightsome calmes asswage The fighting humours blind with mutuall rage So sing the Mariners exempt from feare When stormes are past and hopefull signes appeare So chaunts the mounting Larke her gladsome lay When night giues place to the delightfull day In this our mirth the greatest ioy I finde Is to consider how your noble minde Will make true vse of those afflictions past And on this ground will fix your vertue fast You hence haue learn'd th' vncertaine state of man And that no height of glitt'ring honour can Secure his quiet for almighty God Who rules the high can with his pow'rfull rod Represse the greatest and in mercy daignes With daug'rous ioyes to mingle wholsome paines Though men in sicknesse draw vnquiet breath And count it worst of euils next to death Yet such his goodnesse is who gouernes all That from this bitter spring sweete riuers fall Here we are truly taught our selues to know To pitty others who indure like woe To feele the waight of sinne the onely cause Whence eu'ry body this corruption drawes To make our peace with that correcting hand Which at each moment can our liues command These are the blest effects which sicknesse leaues VVhen these your serious brest aright conceaues You will no more repent your former paine Then we our ioy to see you well againe To the memory of the faire and thrice vertuous Gentlewoman Mistris Elizabeth Neuell ANymph is dead milde vertuous young faire Death neuer counts by dayes or mon'ths or yeeres Oft in his sight the Infant old appeares And to his earthly mansion must repaire VVhy should our sighes disturbe the quiet Aire For when the flood of Time to ruine beares No beauty can preuaile nor parents teares VVhen life is gone we of the flesh despaire Yet still the happy soule immortall liues In heauen as we with pious hope conceiue And to the Maker endlesse prayses giues That she so soone this lothsome world might leaue VVe iudge that glorious Spirit doubly blest VVhich from short life ascends t' eternall rest Of the truly Noble and Excellent Lady the Lady Marquesse of Winchester CAn my poore lines no better office haue But lie like Scritch-Owles still about the graue VVhen shall I take some pleasure for my paine Commending them that can commend againe VVhen shall my Muse in loue-sicke lines recite Some Ladies worth which she of whom I write VVith thankfull smiles may reade in her owne dayes Or when shall I a breathing woman prayse Oneuer Mine are too ambitious strings They will not sound but of eternall things Such are freed-soules but had I thought it fit T' exalt a spirit to a body knit I would confesse I spent my time amisse VVhen I was slow to giue due praise to this Now when all weepe it is my time to sing Thus from her ashes must my Poem spring Though in the race I see some swiftly runne I will not crowne them till the goale be won â—ill death ye mortals cannot happy be VVhat can I then but woe and dangers see If in your liues I write now when ye rest I will insert your names among the blest And now perhaps my Verses may increase Your rising fame though not your boundlesse peace Which if they euer could may they make thine Great Lady further if not clearer shine I could thy husbands highest Styles relate Thy Fathers Earledome and that Englands state VVas wholy manag'd by thy Grandsires brow But those that loue thee best will best allow That I omit to praise thy match and Line And speake of things that were more truely thine Thou thought'st it base to build on poore remaines Of noble bloud which ranne in others veines As many doe who beare no flowres nor fruite But shew dead stocks which haue beene of repute And liue by meere remembrance of a sound Which was long since by winds disperst and drown'd While that false worth which they suppose they haue Is digg'd vp new from the corrupting Graue For thou hadst liuing honours not decay'd With wearing time and needing not the ayd Of Heraulds in the haruest of whose art None but the vertuous iustly clayme a part Since they our Parents memories renew For imitation not for idle view Yet what is all their skill if we compare Their paper works with those which liuely are In such as thou hast been whose present lookes If many such were would surpresse all bookes For their examples would alone suffice They that the Countrey see the Map despise For thee a Crowne of Vertues we prepare The chiefe is Wisdome in thy Sex most rare By which thou didst thy husbands state maintaine VVhich sure had falne without thee and in vaine Had aged Paulet wealth and honours heap'd Vpon his House if strangers had them reapt In vaine to height by safe still steps he climes And serues fiue Princes in most diff'rent times In vaine is he a Willow not an Oke Which winds might easly bend yet neuer broke In vaine he breakes his sleepe and is diseas'd And grieues himselfe that others may be pleas'd In vaine he striues to beare an equall hand 'Twixt Somerset and bold Northumberland And to his owne close ends directing all Will rise with both but will with neither fall All this had been in vaine vnlesse he might Haue left his heires cleare knowledge as their right But this no sonne infallibly can draw From his Descent by Nature or by Law That treasure which the soule with glory decks Respects not birth-right nor the nobler Sex For women oft haue mens defects suppli'd VVhose office is to keepe what men prouide So hast thou done and made thy name as great As his who first exalted Paulets seate Neere dew yet not too neere the thunders blow Some stood 'twixt Ioue and him though most below O well waigh'd dignity selected place Prouided for continuance of his race Not by Astrologie but Prudence farre More pow'rfull then the force of any Starre The Dukes are
whose walls VVere made of clay his whole ambition falls Into a graue death onely can declare How base the bodies of all mortals are The lying Greekes perswade vs not to doubt That Persian Nauies sailed round about The Mountaine Athos seuer'd from the Maine Such stuffe their fabulous reports containe They tell vs what a passage framed was Of ships that wheeles on solid Seas might passe That deepest Riuers failed we must thinke VVhose Floods the Medians at one meale could drink And must beleeue such other wond'rous things VVhich Sostratus relates with moyst'ned wings But that great King of whom these tales they frame Tell me how backe from Salamis he came That barb'rous Prince who vs'd to whip the VVinds Not suff'ring strokes when Aeolus them binds He who proud Neptune in his fetters chain'd And thought his rage by mildnesse much restrain'd Because he did not brand him for his slaue VVhich of the Gods would such a Master haue But how return'd he with one slender bote VVhich through the bloody waues did slowly flote Oft stay'd with heapes of carkases these paines He as the fruits of long-wisht glory gaines Giue length of life O Ioue giue many yeeres Thou prayst with vpright count'nance pale with feares Not to be heard yet long old age complaines Of great continuall griefes which it containes As first a foule and a deformed face Vnlike it selfe a rugged hide in place Of softer skin loose cheekes and wrinkles made As large as those which in the wooddy shade Of spacious Tabraca the mother Ape Deepe furrow'd in her aged chaps doth scrape Great diff'rence is in persons that be young Some are more beautifull and some more strong Then others but in each old man we see The same aspect his trembling limbes agree With shaking voyce and thou may'st adde to those A bald head and a childish dropping nose The wretched man when to this state he comes Must breake his hard bread with vnarmed gummes So lothsome that his children and his wife Grow weary of him he of his owne life And Cossus hardly can his sight sustaine Though wont to flatter dying men for gaine Now his benummed palate cannot taste His meate or drinke the pleasures now are past Of sensuall lust yet he in buried fires Retaines vnable and vnfit desires What ioy can musicke to his hearing bring Though best Musicians yea Seleucus sing Who purchase golden raiments by their voyce In Theaters he needs not make his choice Of place to sit since that his deaf'ned eare Can scarce the Corners and the Trumpets heare His Boy must cry aloud to let him know Who comes to see him how the time doth goe A Feuer onely heates his wasted blood In eu'ry part assaulted with a flood Of all diseases if their names thou aske Thou mayst as well appoint me for a taske To tell what close adulterers Hippia loues How many sick-men Themison remoues Out of this world within one Autumnes date How many poore confederates of our State Haue been by griping Basilus distrest How many Orphanes Irus hath opprest To what possessions he is now preferr'd Who in my youth scorn'd not to cut my beard Some feeble are in shoulders loynes or thighes Another is depriu'd of both his eyes And enuies those as happy that haue one This man too weake to take his meate alone With his pale lips must feede at others hands While he according to his custome stands With gaping iawes like to the Swallowes brood To whom their hungry mother carries food In her full mouth yet worse in him we find Then these defects in limbes a doting mind He cannot his owne seruants names recite Nor know his friend with whom he supt last night Not those he got and bred with cruell spots Out of his will his doubtlesse heires he blots And all his goods to Phialè bequeathes So sweet to him a common Strumpet breathes But if his senses should not thus be spent His childrens fun'ralls he must oft lament He his deare wiues and brothers death bemones And sees the vrnes full of his sisters bones Those that liue long endure this lingring paine That oft they find new causes to complaine While they mishaps in their owne house behold In woes and mournefull garments growing old The Pylian King as Homers verses show In length of life came nearest to the Crow Thou thinkst him blest whom death so long forbeares Who on his right hand now accounts his yeeres By hundreds with an ancient num'rall signe And hath the fortune oft to drinke new wine But now obserue how much he blames the law Of Fates because too large a thread they draw When to Antilochus last Rites he came And saw his beard blaze in the fun'rall flame Then with demands to those that present are He thus his gre'uous mis'ry doth declare VVhy should I last thus long what hainous crime Hath made me worthy of such spatious time Like voyces Peleus vs'd when he bewail'd Achilles whom vntimely death assail'd And sad Laertes who had cause to weepe For his Vlisses swimming on the deepe When Troy was safe then Priam might haue gone With stately Exequies and solemne mone T' accompany Assaracus his ghost His fun'rall Herse enricht with Princely cost VVhich Hector with his other brothers beares Amidst the flood of Ilian womens teares VVhen first Cassandra practis'd to lament And faire Polyxâ—na with garments rent If he had dy'd ere Paris plac'd his sayles In ventrous ships see what long age auailes This caus'd him to behold his ruin'd Towne The swords and fiers which conquer'd Asia drowne Then he a trembling souldier off doth cast His Diademe takes armour but at last Falls at Ioues Altar like an Oxe decai'd VVhose pittifull thinne necke is prostrate laid To his hard Masters knife disdained now Because not fit to draw th' vngratefull plow Yet dy'd he humane death but his curst wife Bark't like a Dog remaining still in life To our examples willingly I haste And therefore Mithridates haue orepast And Croesus whom iust Solon bids t' attend And not to iudge men happy till the end This is the cause that banisht Marius flies That he imprison'd is and that he lies In close Minturnaes Fennes to hide his head And neere to conquer'd Carthage begs his bread VVise nature had not fram'd nor Rome brought forth A Citizen more Noble for his worth If hauing to the view his captiues led And all his warlike pompe in glory spred Then his triumphant soule he forth had sent VVhen from his Cimbrian Chariot downe he went Campania did for Pompeyes good prouide Strong Feuers which if he had then espy'd What would ensue were much to be desir'd But many Cities publike vowes conspir'd And this so happy sicknesse could deface Reseruing him to dye with more disgrace Romes and his fortune onely sau'd his head To be cut off when ouercom'n he fled This paine the Traytor Lentulus doth scape Cethegus not disfigur'd in his shape Enioying all his limbes vnmaimed lyes And
the bellowes blow That head dissolu'd must in the furnace glow Which all with honours like the gods did grace The great Seianus crackes and of that face Which once the second in the world was nam'd Are basons frying-pans and dishes fram'd Place bayes at home to Ioues chiefe Temple walke And leade with thee a great Oxe white as chalke Behold Seianus drawne vpon a hooke All men reioyce what lips had he what looke Trust me saith one I neuer could abide This fellow yet none askes for what he dy'd None knowes who was the man that him accus'd What proofes were brought what testimony vs'd A large Epistle fraught with words great store From Capreae comes 't is well I seeke no more The wau'ring people follow Fortune still And hate those whom the State intends to kill Had Nurtia fauor'd this her Tuscan child Had he the aged carelesse Prince beguild The same base tongues would in that very houre Haue rays'd Seianus to Augustus pow'r It is long since that we forbidden are To sell our voyces free from publike care The people which gaue pow'r in warre and peace Now from those troubles is content to cease And eu'ry wish for these two ends bestowes For bread in plenty and Circensian showes I heare that many are condemn'd to dye No doubt the flame is great and swelleth high Brutidius looking pale did meet me neere To Mars his Altar therefore much I feare Lest vanquisht Aiax find out some pretence To punish those that faild in his defence Let vs run headlong trampling Cesars foe VVhile on the banke he lies our fury show Let all our seruants see and witnesse beare How forward we against the Traytor were Lest any should deny and to the Law His fearefull Master by the necke should draw These were the speeches of Seianus then The secret murmures of the basest men Would'st thou be flatter'd and ador'd by such As bow'd to him VVould'st thou possesse as much VVould'st thou giue ciuill dignities to these VVould'st thou appoint thē Gen'rals who thee please Be Tutor of the Prince who on the Rock Of Capreae sits with his Chaldean flock Thou surely seek'st it as a great reward T' enioy high places in the field or Guard This thou defend'st for those that haue no will To make men die would haue the power to kill Yet what such fame or fortune can be found But still the woes aboue the ioyes abound Had'st thou then rather chuse the rich attire Of this great Lord now drawne through cōmon mire Or beare some office in the wretched State Of Gabij or Fidenae and relate The Lawes of measures in a ragged gowne And breake small vessels in an empty Towne By this time I perceiue thou hast confest That proud Seianus could not wish the best He that for too much wealth and honour cares The heaped lofts of raysed Towres prepares Whence from the top his fall declines more steepe And headlong ruine drawes him to the deepe This done rich Crassus and the Pompey's threw And him who Romane freedome could subdue Because to height by cunning they aspire And enuious gods giue way to their desire Few Tyrants can to Pluto's Court descend VVithout fierce slaughter and a bloody end Demosthenes and Tullies fame and speech Each one that studies Rhet'rike will beseech At Pallas hands and during all the dayes Of her Quinquatria for this onely prayes Though worshipping her picture basely wrought Such as with brazen money he hath bought While in a little chest his papers lie VVhich one poore seruant carries waiting nigh Yet both these Orators whom he admires Dy'd for that eloquence which he desires VVhat did them both to sad destruction bring But wit which flow'd from an abundant Spring The wit of Tully caus'd his head and hand To be cut off and in the Court to stand The Pulpits are not moistned with the flood Of any meane vnlearned pleaders blood VVhen Tully wrote O Rome most blest by Fate New-borne when I enioy'd the Consuls State If he his Prose had like his verses shap'd He Antonies sharpe swords might haue escap'd Let Critikes here their sharpe derision spend Yet those harsh Poems rather I commend Then thee diuine Philippicke which in place Art next the first but hast the highest grace He also with a cruell death expir'd VVhose flowing torrent Athens so admir'd VVho rul'd th' vnconstant people when he list As if he held their bridles in his fist Ah wretched man begotten with the hate Of all the gods and by sinister Fate VVhom his poore father bleare-ey'd with the soote Of sparkes which from the burning Ir'n did shoote From Coales Tongs Anuile and the Cutlers tooles And durty Forge sent to the Rhet'ricke Schooles The spoyles of warre some rusty Corslet plac'd On maymed Trophees cheekes of helmes defac'd Defectiue Chariots conquer'd Nauies decks And captiues who themselues with sorrow vexe Their faces on triumphant Arches wrought Are things aboue the blisse of mortall thought For these incitements to this fruitlesse end The Romane Greeke and Barbr'ous Captaines tend This caus'd their danger and their willing paine So much their thirst is greater for the gaine Of fame then vertue for what man regards Bare vertue if we take away rewards In ages past the glory of a few Their Countrey rashly to destruction drew Desiring prayse and titles full of pride Inscrib'd on graue-stones which their ashes hide VVhich perish by the sauage fig-trees strength For tombes themselues must haue their fate at length Let Annibal be ponder'd in thy mind In him thou shalt that waight and value find VVhich fits a great Commander This is he VVhose spirit could not comprehended be In Africk reaching from th' Atlantick streames To Nilus heated with the Sunny beames And Southward stretcht as farre as Ethiope feeds Huge Elephants like those which India breeds He conquers Spaine which cannot him inclose VVith Pyrenaean hills the Alpes and Snowes VVhich nature armes against him he derides And Rockes made soft with Vineger diuides He Italy attaines yet striues to runne On further Nothing yet saith he is done Till Punicke souldiers shall Romes gates deface And in her noblest streets mine Ensignes place How would this one-ey'd Generals appeare VVith that Gentulian beast which did him beare If they were set in picture VVhat became Of all his bold attempts O deare-bought Fame He vanquisht into exile headlong slies VVhere all men wondring he in humble wise Must at the Palace doore attendance make Till the Bythinian Tyrant please to wake No warlike weapons end that restlesse life VVhich in the world caus'd such confused strife His Ring reuengeth all the Romans dead At Cannae and the blood which he had shed Foole passe the sharpe Alpes that thy glories dreame May Schoole-boyes please be their publike theame One VVorld contents not Alexanders mind He thinkes himselfe in narrow bounds confin'd It seemes as strait as any little Ile Or desart Rocke to him whom Lawes exile But when he comes into the Towne