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

Each-where kills in hunting Carloman ● Caue Caligul● Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch ●t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch ●or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die ● Good-men little-last and Wicked long ●e not too-curious in that Secret's Why ●h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay ●ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract ●hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact ●hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison ●epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage ●ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoedi● T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid ●o in our Liues not Yeers considered be ●ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter ●t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn ●re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer ●mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring ●ore Compass makes not a more cōplete Sphear ●round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract ●h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double ●y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell ●n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell ●nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule ●t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest ●own goes the Body in the Dust to roule ●he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors ●om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues ●he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors ●e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine ●s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie ●e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing ●hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring ●d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vices● Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock ●rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands

whom as they past along A soft sweet Murmur for their Vertues blest Serued with Them each in her office prest That goodly Rising Sunne whose Rayes new spred So rathe a Spring of flowring Hopes haue bred And after both his fauourd Names were giuen The humane first then that they brought frō Heauen All in a ring about him did appeer Vnder the form of some faire Princesse neer Or some great Prince then present there in view To doe his Name the Honors iustly due Each cheering Him to follow for direction The Propertie Shee brings to Kings perfection Maist Thou said one as his sweet Eyes she kist Great-little Prince be of the Heav'ns so blist That though Augustus fortunes Thine surpasse Thy Fortunes yet may giue thy Prudence place Mayst Thou abound in royall Bountie so Another said that Traiane thou out-go May said another how my Hopes aspire Thy Valour one-day euen excell thy Sire May there said one one-day appear in Thee Thy Martiall Fathers match-lesse Clemencie And maist Thou frō thy Child-hood said another Exceed in Zeale thy Mother and God-mother ●n briefe Pandora-like Each offered there Their precious Gifts in Praesage as it were Till with aduantage gracious Heav'ns produce Their wished-Counsails into Act and Vse Grant God Almighty King of Kings that Hee When on These Thrones his royall Turn shall bee Hee may haue care t' accomplish euery-where What all our Hopes haue for him dar'd to swear And what his Looks Words Maners Motions seem ●n euery part to promise still for Him May Hee his People tender loue protect Delight in Iustice yield them her Effect May hee forbeare to over-charge their backs With novel Tributs or with need-less Taxe And let them see that of all Titles giuen To all the Kings that haue been vnder Heav'n Hee holdeth Good the best better then glorious Warrs-thunderbolt Earths-Terror Great Victorious Whose loftie sound makes Princes oft become Abroad more feared then belou'd at home High swells the Ocean when the Moon 's at full And with proud Billowes threats both Hill Hull But sinks againe and shrinks into his Bed When Cynthia mues her neuer-constant Head So swelling proud so surly browd the while So temper-lesse tempted with Fortunes smile Ignoble Natures are too-lightly pufft And with her Frowne as basely counterbufft Farre other be His firm and generous Mind Whether his Fate be curst or be she kinde Yea fawn-shee frown-shee firm indeed to none Be He still like him Selfe The same still one Still bountifull still milde-maiesticall And still vouchsafing free Accesse to all So that no Barre a Barbarous deuice But due Respect doo seuer Him from His. For be a Prince neuer so mighty Great If betwixt Him and His a Bar He set At length he sets one which scarce ought repaires Twixt their Affections his own Affaires ●eaue He to th' idle Pomp of Prester-Ians To miss-proud Sophyes and soft Asians That Care to keep their tawny Maiesties ●rom Subiects sight saue once a yeere or twice And let Him daily like the Sunne goe out To cleer and cheer the clowdie World about To doo the poore oppressed Widow right To help the Orphan ouer-born by might To ease the iust sighes of sad Labourers And alwaies like that best of Emperors Think That no Day or think it lost for nought Wherein he hath not some such Action wrought Or that he liues not then or liues in vaine Or as a Subiect not a Soueraine Consume not Hee in frivolous Expence What gold a iust Loue 's gentle violence Shall for his Succour in extream Affaire Force his poore People from their hands to spare Nay frō their mouthes nay rather frō their bellies Perhaps drawn-dry with Pump of former Tallies But rather counting it with some Remorse Not Gold but Bloud may He with greater force Abhor to lauish vpon idle Vaines His Subiects soule th'humor of their Veines That great King-Prophet so renownd for Song Once for the water of a Well did long Which at the Postern of a Citie rose Amid an Host of his most deadly Foes Three of his Worthies in despight of death Brake through their Armie euen to vnderneath The very vvall whereas the Well did spring Whereof they drew a portion for the King Then off againe they brauely come their waies Couer'd with wounds but more with worthy Praise And re-arriu'd in their owne Camp their Prize Vnto their Prince present in humble wise But He bethinking through how many deaths Those dreadless Champions had then fetcht their breaths In fetching of that wished Water so For all his thirst hee would not drink it tho For what is This said he but the hart-bloud Of These that Thus haue ventur'd for my good So to Gods will His willing to accord Hee offers it on th' Altar of the Lord. So may Our Prince another-day imploy The publique Treasure which with carefull Ioy His louing Subiects shall as ought the loyall Yield to support his Port and Charges royall ●ay Hee present to th'in-sight of his Thought With how much Sweat Sorrow it is bought What Rigor vsed in his Name perhaps ●xtorts it from oppressed Widowes laps ●rom wretched Crafts-men frō hard-racked Swains Whom Pouerty at her owne Mess maintains And in Compassion say with tender griefe ●his is my Subiects bloud my Peoples Life This must not then in idle Pomp and Play As vvater spilt be spent and cast away Then doubting lesse the damage then th' abuse Vow it to God as to the rightfull Vse And 't is to consecrate and vow it right And in a fashion pleasing in Gods sight To poure it out in Royall right Expence Either in War-works for his Realms defence Or for his Honor to all Times to seale His King-like Bounty Prouidence and Zeale Close-fisted therefore may He neuer be To the true Seed of sacred Memorie To Those whose lustre doth adorne Renowne And honors Kings more then their orient Crown To stately Structures speaking Eminence So as their Vse match their Magnificence To wall High-waies to heaw-down harmfull Ridges To paralel Eld's Aquae ducts and Bridges Found Hospitals or to endow them founded To stop Sea-Breaches where they haue surrounded To fence with Peers Piles of sundry sorts From Neptunes furie his importing Ports To build faire Shops for th' Helyconian Loomes T' advance Their Arts and giue chiefe Parts chiefe Rooms And as with liuing Nets by Benefits To catch both Valiant Spirits Learned Wits Millions of Verse haue sounded loftily The Prudence Prowesse Pitie Pietie And sacred Iustice of our Souerain Sir As diuerse gales their diuers Sailes did stir But not a Voice in low or loftie vaine Hath of his Bountie euer sung a straine Yet yeerly from his liberal hand hath come A million a more then Royall Sum Among those happy whom his Goodnes graces Or whom their owne in his opinion places Which of his Predecessors first or last In Gifts or Guerdons these ●a●e limits past Not one of them did euer reach so

with Terror of his Teeth so mortall● His Shield-like Scales he chiefly glories in So close compact glew'd sealed that between No Aire can enter nor no Engin pierce Nor any Point disioyne them or disperse His Sneesings cause a Light as brightly burning His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps and flie Quick Sparks of Fire ascending swift and hie Out of his Nostrils Smoak as from a Pot Kettle or Caldron when it boileth hot His Breath doth kindle Coals when with the same He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame Strength dwelleth in his Neck so that he ioyes In saddest Storms and tryumphes of Annoies His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone His Heart 's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone To see Him rise and how he breakes withall The stoutest stoop and to their Prayers fall No Weapons of Defence or of Offence Can Him offend or from Him be Defence Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do neuer awe Darts daunt him not more then they Stubble were He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare Sharp ragged Stones Keen-pointed Sherds Shels He resteth on amid his muddy Cels. He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boile A Pot of Oyntment casting scummie Soile Where He hath past he leaues vpon the streams A shining Path and th' Ocean hoarie seemes In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen So Fear-lesse made so full of hautie Spleen Despising all High things Him-selfe beside He is the King of all the Sons of Pride IOB prostrate then Thus to the LORD profest Cap ● Drad GOD I know and I acknowledge prest That All Thou canst and All Thou kennest too Our Thoughts not hid Thine owne not hard to do ● am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly ●or I haue spoken what I vnderstood not Of wondrous things which comprehend I could not Yet LORD vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An Eare and Answer to my humble Speech Till now mine Eare had only heard of Thee But now mine Eye thy Gratious Selfe doth see Therefore My Selfe I loath as too-too-bad And heer repent in Dust and Ashes sad Now after This with IOB it came to passe The LORD did also speake to Eliphaz The Thaemanite and Thus to him said He ●y wrath is kindled with thy Friends and Thee For None of You haue spoken of My Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath Therefore go take you Rams and Bullocks faire Seav'n of a sort and to my IOB repaire Bring for your Selues your Burnt Oblations due And IOB my Seruant He shall pray for you For Him will I accept lest Iustly-strict After your Folly I reuenge inflict Because You haue not spoken of my Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath So Eliphaz the ancient Thaemanite Bildad the Shuhite the Naamathite Zophar together them prepar'd and went And did according GOD's Commandement Also the LORD accepted IOB and staid His Thral-full State when for his Friends he praid And turned it to Solace-full from sad And gaue him double all the Goods he had Then all his Brethern Sisters all and Kin And all that had of his acquaintance bin Came flocking to his House with him to feast To wail his Woes and comfort him their best For all the Euill which the LORD of late Had brought vpon his Person and his state ●d Each man gaue him as best beare they could ●eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time ●th more abundance then his flowry Prime ●r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock ●mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak ●e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest I●mima Kezia the Next ●d K●ren Happuch saith my sacred Text ●e Third he named Names of gooly Sense ●uding to some Gracefull Excellence ●e first as much as Lustre of the Morn ●ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn ●n all the Countrey were no Women found ●air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground ●ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage ●et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age ●ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons ●cessiue●y Four Generations ● then He dy'd Ancient and Full of Dayes GOD for Him and all his Saints be Praise for His Succour in These sacred Layes AMEN EPITAPHIVM IOBI. Qui Se qui Sêclum vicit qui saeua Suorum Funera Amicorum iurgia Pauperiem Vlcera qui carnis qui Coniugis impia verba Qui Coelum iratum mente tulit placida Inuictum virtute IOBVM Patientia Virgo Nunc vidua hoc Sponsum condidit in Tumulo Who SELF The World Satan triumphto're Who Wealth 's Health's Children's ruefull Losse Who Frends Rebuke Foes rage Wifes cursing Crosse Hevns Frowne Earth's for● Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written ●n Tablets or Quatrains BY By PIERE MATHIEV The first Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of South-hampton By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of South-hampton c. SHall it be said I shame it should be thought When After-Ages shall record Thy Worth My sacred Muse hath left SOVTH-HAMPTON forth Of Her Record to Whom so Much shee ought ●…th from Thy Town where My Sarauia taught Her slender Pinions had their tender Birth And all the little all shee hath of worth Vnder Heav'ns Blessing onely Thence shee brought ●●r lack therefore of fitter Argument And lother Now it longer to delay Heer while the Part of PHILIPS Page I play I consecrate This little Monument Of gratefull Homage to Thy noble Bounty And Thankeful loue to My deer Nurse Thy County Humbly deuoted Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 LEt whoso list thinke Death a dreadfull thing And hold The Graue in horror in hate ● think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her ●lind in that Law which made her good for Him ●oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature ●n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined ●nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares ●er Vizard off there is no more to dr●●d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised ●ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back ●s Angels are with wings locks deuised ●o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick ●midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed ●ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick ●r feare of Death is worse then Death indeed 6 Each fears this Death with an equall Dread The Young as from a hideous Monster hie-them Th' Old at her sight shrink down into

make some blubber some so braue ●mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition ●eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue ●er his Empire are in one Condition 15 ●or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they come● Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at hom● And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to ope● Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand ●ccount of All that he hath done said thought ●hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame ●nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action ●o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame ●e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom ●erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall ●erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome ●t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing ●he worst least doth to the Bottom diue ●ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring ●t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free frō Death's Process Knowledge none protecteth● But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise ●bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise ●d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie ●esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God ●e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary ●e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band ●e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign ● Him behooues who will Mankind command ●t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much ●ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought ●ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 ser● He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not th● But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes ●h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay ●hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms ●he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs ●kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look ●a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs ●ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 ●n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered ●ose Honors though no less haue shined bright ●at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead ● liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 ●f Men might freely take Essay of Court ●ne hauing tasted would return so neer ●e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter ●form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Clawe● Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so ●askt in the Church in Court with open

sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whil● y● When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soul● Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance Heauē steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day ●●y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay ●nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft ●●ough angry Fates of Father him bereft ●t Mercifull they left him such a Mother ●●at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds ●om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds ●he Kings and Princes stand amazed all ●th horror of an Act so Tragicall ●me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare ●d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night ●●●umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight ●●e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale ●iuing King to a dead Corps pale ●●r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery ●erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more ● view this Light shall open as before ●●ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court ●●ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort ●e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne ● dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous pa● That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee euē his Hart for Tēpl● This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exemp● To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his Coūcells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts ●aue often batterd His but by your leaues ● fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues ●ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest ●e You perhaps You neuer Him possest ●●u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't ●either attempt what He attempted not ●eason was aye the Aime of His designes ●is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines ● all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks ●hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold ●rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold ●s Life alone 's an History admir'd ●herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd ● pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn ●hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse ●ot known to any but to Worthinesse ●at Gate indeed did seldom open quick ●s Liberality coy Bewty-like ●u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still ●a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raig● If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd ● doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd ● Learning be to her due Place restor'd ● now Desert the Charge in Church attain ●hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre ●he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are ● Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold ●or State for Store for People Goods Gold ● in thy Citie Cities sprout again ●hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire ●ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire ● France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame ●f now in France be nothing out of frame ●f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free ●rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be ●f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe ●f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe ●f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft