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The Sad condition of a distracted kingdome, expressed, in a fable of Philo the Jew
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Philo, of Alexandria.; Rivers, J. A. (John Abbot)
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1645
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Ayrie Regions that they not descend At once and with a deluge make an end Of all VVho firmes the Earth and with just lines The East the VVest the South the North designes On what substantiall Bâ—ses do's it stand Or is it propt only by Gods right hand VVho wrought and put on the main Seas their shrowds And like some new-born babe wrapt 'em in Clouds For swadling clouts who a confining barre Could set upon 'em bid 'em passe so farre And passe no further Thus the Oceans bounds Circling not swallowing the embraced grounds Are a new wonder Then amidst the waves They hear how that unweldie Monster raves The VVhale and laugh at his complaints because They are injurious to the wholsome Lawes Of God and nature Let us hear his song Then vindicate Gods providence from wrong Is not the whole circumference of the Maine The Baltick Sea the Seas of France and Spaine The waves that glide by India Africa Sufficient space for him to feed and play And chase the Orke Myriads of miles at least Are thought a prison by this Monstrous Beast And Nature is injurious that hath put Him in a Goale and in a dungeon shut Are Londoners in prison 'cause the Line Limits their gadding and theâ— Outworks confine Their pleasant walkes the Ocean that surrounds Our Island washing all our English grounds Speaks England but a Goale Mans noble mind VVithin this house compos'd of clay confinde Although it can i th' twinkling of an eye On wings of swift imagination flye Thorough the Vniverse transcend the skie And comment even on Gods immensitie Yet is a Captive and close prisoner Our mixed Elements the Goalers are And only death can grant a full discharge And with his warrant the thrald soul inlarge But wherefore will Leviathan complaine VVho for his rendevous hath all the Maine And hundreth Seas Because he cannot go Into the Straits of Archipelago There the wise God of nature doth provide VVhere ships continually and Navies ride Many Charihdaes Scyllaes dangerous rocks Facing that Isle where fed the fleecie flocks Of Polypheme That for the generall good And his own safety no Atlantick flood Should bear this Monster but where billowes break At great Alcides Pillars there they speak A Non plus ultra to the VVhale For if He enter should the Levant Sea no Skif No vessell could be safe nor he himselfe But every rock and every shallow shelfe VVould menace death and danger to prevent VVhich inconveniences wise nature meant He should be barr'd those Deeps his duller eye Not able Rocks and dangerous Syrts to spye VVhich would his too unweldy body teare Peece-meale and he must every minute feare Present destruction Should he be pursu'de By covetous man and certainly he wou'de VVhat rills of brinish water can he throw Into the ayre able to overthrow The largest ship and with his massie taile More spread then some huge Carrike under saile Or'ewhelme and drowne all vessels To save these Mischiefs he ne're shall wallow in those Seas Now judge who is the Prisoner who has cause To grudge and challenge Gods and Natures Lawes So frantick Man like Absolon takes joy In that which shall his happinesse destroy The shrub envies the Cedar and the Oake VVhen that stands firme these feel the thundring stroke Of angry Heaven Poore men although despis'd Are safe when oft the Rich are sacrific'd VVee 'd saile in plenty but our puft up sailes Are driven as well by rough as prosperous gales Those promise shipwrack more then these aport The Cottage hath lesse danger then the Court Was it not Villers Mothers Adage shee Vntill a Courtier ne're knew miserie And Straffords Father did advise his Sonne To run that race his Ancestors had run Had he obayed his prudent sire and lead A private life no Troops had seen his head Chopt off and the inconstant Multitude First thirsting then triumphing in his bloud This Canterbury conscious of his parts How greedily and with what wilie arts Got he to be a States-man with what sweat And study did he labour to be great But whereto serves his Grace his dignities But to make more deplorde the Precipice Yet all like Frantick Icarus will flye Alost although they perish in the skye And Phaeton will beg to guide the Sunne A day although before that day be done He rue his rash attempt Such things are sweet That are prohibited or else not meet God meanes to give us bread not stinging scorpions When he raines on us blessings or afflictions But we divert his purpose and misuse His providence not knowing how to use What he intends for blessings Many are Like D' Alva's Duke oppressed better far Then in prosperity But we will runne The wild goose chase untill we are undone If in adversity say God's unjust If in prosperity follow what lust Spleen avarice and ambition dictate look On lately glorious London 'T is a book Worth the perusall nay let 's trace about The Circuite of the Kingdome and find out What Devill what Enyo sowed these tares Amongst us and engendred all these warres That have destroyed out Brittish Isle and rent The Kingdome 'twixt the King and Parliament Who sayes who 's faulty He or they The King A God on Earth a consecrated thing Cannot transgresse and being the only source Whence Iustice and our Laws derive their fotce Must needs be pure They Iethro's Elders are Englands supreamest Senate whom the care Of the whole Kingdome chose to cure the sick Condition of the Body Politick And 't were a fin t' imagine these should erre Their own before theâ—â— publike good prefer How then rise all these tumults these sad jarres The clamour of the Drum intestine warres VVhat is the Origen where springs the cause Of all these plagues we suffer 'gainst the lawes Of reason dictating that every State Preserve it selfe not set wide ope a gate To its own destruction and as Trojans did Cheated by perjur'd Synon fondly bid Their foes nay haile themselves the fatall Steed Stuft with Vlisses Pyrrhw Diomed VVho issuing forth shall Dardans Town destroy VVith flames consume the lofty Towers of Troy Speak better Muses what wrong'd Deitie Hath brought on England so much miserie VVho has inflamde our English blouds to sheath Their swords in English breasts and to make Death Ride in such triumph where our English are The sad attendants of his duskie Car. VVhen the Assyrians shall be punish'd God Fetches no hostile forces from abroad But skares the souldiers with a Pannick fright And makes Assirians with Assyrians fight They on themselves their spleen and malice spend Brother kils brother friend his dearest friend Nor can they bragge of Conquest as no blade But their own swords this bloody slaughter made We drinke the Dutch downe and our whoring's more Then the hot Spaniards more hard to the poore Then Iewes we are blaspheaming swearing play Our prophanation of the Sabborn day Cheating our Neighbour and we have so
THE SAD CONDITION OF A Distracted Kingdome Expressed IN A FABLE OF PHILO THE JEW Exempla credntur Quae socci superant risum luctumque Cothurni Claudian LONDON Printed by B. A. 1645. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE ALGERNON Earle of Northumberland PHILIP Earle of Pembroke and Montgomerie Right Honourable THE Authour of this Fable in his own Age and in succeeding times was ever by the ripest wits esteemed learned eloquent and ingenious I am confident your Honours impartiall Iudgements will censure my expressions upon Philoes invention ingenuous and harmlesse these are the issue of some spare houres in these miserable times exposed to the world under your Honours protection unto whom the Author professeth himself a Most humble servant A. RIVERS To the right Honourable Algernon Percie Earle of Northumberland c. MY LORD SO many glorious titles crowne Your Noble Stemme as easily they put down Great Romes Aemilians Scipio's Fabio's whose One single Tribe adventured to oppose Themselves their Cities Wall and with their bloud Preserve Rome from the innumerous Multitude Of Veiaâ—s How oft have our Ancestours Seen and extold like Piety of Yours How many Victories have the PERCIES got What Trophies reard of the subdued SCOT How many of your Martiall Linage are In FAMES BOOK written Thunderbolts of VVAR Who with HEROICK Actions adde new Grace To Charlemain's MARTELLVS PEPINS race From whom you are discendants and we know How much GRADIVUS and the MVSES owe To your Progenitours and dare rehearse Our better VOVVES and SERVICES in verse Be Greatest FABIVS be great ALGERNON And emulate your PERCIES CRESCENT MOON Shewre down your influence make our clouded night By your wise Counsailes then the day more bright Your Honours humble Servant A RIVERS The Fable of PHILO the JEW Amplified TAE ARGUMENT PHILO the most learned and eloquent amongst the Jewes recites a very pleasant and witty Storie Namely that God after he had with singular art and wisedome created the Vniverse commanded the Angels to tell him what they thought of the Work and workmanship And that one of those blessed Spirits with much freedome answered that in his judgement there wanted as a complement to so exquisite an opifice a strong Voice very audible and penetrating which without intermission passing from one corner of the Earth to the other should be the continuall Trumpet of Gods praise and preach even to the most ignorant his supream wisedome and ineffable skill in the production of the very least and most contemptible Creatures This ingenious Fable of Philo is the Argument and gave occasion to the following Treatise And though there are those and not unlearned who judge it too much to savour of the Pedagogue when Authors are quoted yet we think we shall give authority to our lines if we expresse the grounds of our invention and from whence we fetch and to what direct our Allusions WHo gave himself existence gave us all The being that we have ordered this Ball We trample with a word and without sweat Gave essence and existence to the great And lesser Creatures and requir'd no more Materials pre-existent then a poore Nothing and thence with an all potent hand First made then perfected Fire Ayre Sea Land Nor is the worke by patterne but he takes Himselfe and of his worke th' Idea makes VVhen did God make those intellective Peeres Guardians of Mankind Guiders of the Spheres Le ts reckon every imaginarie Age Before they undertook the Pupillage Of Adams Orphans or shall we agree As parcels of large Natures Machin he Gave them Coevall being How e're wee 'l joyne In this the workmanship was most divine Did he suite Heaven with a more glorious Robe Then is the garment of our Earthly Globe Is the stuffe other then of things below Or an extracted Quintessence be 't so Or what it will we are sure with singular Art God finished and polisht every part And viewing all as in a maze he stood And with much Complacence pronounc't all 's Good VVhen Babels frantick Architects intend Their Tower should as Heavens Pallaces ascend God goes i' th sacred Triads Companie To view what this presumptuous work should bee And disallowing their transcendent Pride He stayes the work and workmen doth divide So many Ages past attended by His glorious Courtiers he Commands them eye And curiously observe the worlds vast frame Then tell him what was wanting in the same For he had heard although he let it passe How Momus had desir'd a looking glasse Should in the brest of man be plac't to show VVhat were his inward thoughts that all might know VVhose ends were crooked whose pretensions right Discern the just man from the Hypocrite A fond request and contrary to that VVhich when man formed was God leveld at For he created Men with libertie In will and action and if all should see VVhat are the deep designes at which they aime Both action and invention would be lame As Moyses from Mount Nebo viewd the soile Of Fertile Chanaan which by warlike toile The Tribes must gaine and with their weapons meet Those Regions which must make their warfare sweet So in a Moment helpt with glories light These Angels have presented to their sight The Universe the Heavens the Earth the Seas And whatsoever is containd in these In Heaven they see an immense Amplitude And spatious Tabernacles for the Good VVho imitating Angels and by Grace Vanquish the ill with good shall have a place The many Orbes are objects of their sight The fixt and wandring Tapers of the Night VVee 'l not believe but they both see and know VVhat distance is 'twixt Heaven and us below Should I tell you that some huge Milstone hurld From th' highest Heaven to th' Center of the world VVould aske twice threescore yeares 'fore it descend To the said Centre and his journie end And wee 'l allow for every hower the while It is in motion at least forty mile Then guesse what distance is 'twixt Heaven and us By the swift motion of this ponderous Descendant Spake I so you 'le laugh and say How know you this or who hath rid the way How many are the stages with the Sun VVho took post horse and through the Zodiack run The Angels know this truth yet in lesse time Then one short hour a soul that 's pure can climbe To th' top of the Empyrean Heavens such force And expedition hath a vertuous course Of life Our Angels with amazement viewd The flaming Sun still burning nere renewed Who by the lending of his glorious light Or the with-holding measures day and night 'T is strange so vast a Body every day And every night should travail so much way As from the East to West and then return To make another journey the next morn We daily see 't and therefore make it light Because it is so daily in our sight Whose hand but the Almighties can sustain Those Magazines of Snow of Hail of Rain i th'