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A01887
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Automachia, or the self-conflict of a Christian
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Goodwin, George, fl. 1607-1620.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.
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1607
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STC 12028; ESTC S112828
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AVTOMACHIA OR The SELF-CONFLICT of a Christian TO THE MOST NOBLE vertuous and learned Lady the Lady MARY NEVIL One of the Daughters of the right Honourable the Earle of DORCET Lord High Treasurer of England Adde but an A to Romanize your Name ANOTHER PALLAS is your Anagram videlicet MARIA NEVILA ALIA MINERVA MAdame your loue to learning and the learned In such an Age so full of Art's neglect Right worthily to your rare Selfe hath earned The loue of learning and the learned sect Whereby your Name already is eterned In MEMORIE's faire TEMPLE hie erect And there deuoutly at your VERTV's Shrine J humbly Offer this poore MITE of mine Too small a Present to so great a GRACE And too vnworthy of your Worthinesse Saue that the Matter so exceeds the Masse That oft perhaps a Greater may be lesse For you may see within this little Glasse The LITTLE-WORLD's Great-Little-Mindednesse Man's strife with Man our Flesh Spirit in Duel Couragious-Cowards too Self-kindely-cruel Vouchsafe t' accept then this small New-yeres-Gift With th' humble Vowes of a dis-Astred Muse That lauishly hath sow'n her seeds of Thrift So high and drie that yet no Fruit ensues Els need she not haue made so hard a Shift Nor this Small Gift so greatly to excuse But sith as yet she cannot what she would Madame accept her Zeale and what she could Most deuoted to your Honorable Vertues J. 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AVTOMACHIA OR The SELF-CONFLICT of a Christian VErtue I loue I leane to Vice I blame This wicked World yet I embrace the same I clime to Heauen I cleaue to Earth I both Too-loue my Selfe and yet my Selfe I loath Peacelesse I Peace pursue In Ciuill Warre With and against my Selfe I ioine I iarre I burne I freeze I fall downe I stand fast Well-ill I fare I glory though disgrac't I die a-liue I triumph put to flight I feed on Cares In Teares I take delight My siaue base-braue I serue I roame at large In Libertie yet lie in Gaolers charge I strike and stroake my selfe I kyndly keen Work mine own woe rub my gal rouz my spleen Oft in my sleepe to see rare dreames I dreame Waking mine eye doth scarse discern a beame My minde 's strange Megrim whirling to and fro Now thrusts me hither thither then doth throw In diuers Factions I my Selfe diuide And all I trie and flie to euery side What I but now desir'd I now disdaine What late I weigh'd not now I wish againe To-day to-morrow This that Now anon All nothing craue I euer neuer-one Dull Combatant vnready for the field Too-tardie take I after wounds my shield Still hurri'd head-long to vnlawfull things Down-dragging Vice me downward easly dings But sacred Vertue climes so hard and hie That hardly can I her steepe steps descrie Both Right and Wrong with me indifferent are My Lust is Law what I desire I dare Is there so foule a Fault so fond a Fact Which Follie asking Furie dares not act But Art-lesse-hart-lesse in Religion's cause To doo her Lessons and defend her Lawes The all-proofe armor of my GOD I lose Flie from my Charge and yeeld it to his foes Guiltie of sinne sinn's punishment I shunne But not the guilt before th' offence be done For how could shunning of a sinne ensew To be occasion of another new Oft and againe at the same stone I trip As if I learn'd by falling not to slip Aliue I perish and my Selfe vndoo Mine eyes self-wise witting and willing too Sicke to my Selfe I run for my reliefe So sicker of my Physicke than my griefe For while I seeke my swelting Thirst to swage Another Thirst more ragingly doth rage While burnt to death to coole me I desire With flames my flames with sulphur quēch I fire While that I striue my wauing Waues to stop More wauingly they waue aboue my top Thus am I cur'd this is my common ease My medcine still worse than my worst disease My sores with sores my wounds with wounds I heale While to my Selfe my Selfe I still conceale O what leud Leagues what Truces make I still With Sin and Sathan and my wanton Will What slight Occasions do I take to sin What sillic Traines am I entrapped in What idle cloaks for'crimes What nets to hide Notorious sinnes already long descri'd I write in Ice Windes witnes sign'd with Showrs I will redeeme my foule Life's former howrs And soon the swindge of Custom whirlwind like Rapting my passion euer Fashion sicke Transports me to the contrary alone Faint Guard of Goodnes Arm-les Champion My morrall Taste doth nothing sweeter finde Than what is bitter to th' immortall minde Aegypt's fat Flesh-pots I am longing-for Th' eternall Manna I do euen abhor World's Monarch Mammon Dropsie mystical Crown'd round-fac't Goddesse coined Belial Midas Desire the Miser's only Trust The sacred hunger of Pactolian dust Gold Gold bewitches me frets accurst My greedy throat with more than Dipsian Thirst My minde 's a Gulfe whose gaping nought can stuffe My hart a hell that neuer hath enough The more I haue I craue and lesse content In store most poore in plentie indigent For of these Cates how much-soe'r I cramme It doth not stop my mouth but stretch the same Sweet Vsurie 's incestuous Interest For Dallers dolours hoordeth in my chest The World's-slaue Profit the Minds-slut Pleasure Insatiat both both boundlesse both past measure This Cleopatra That Sardanapale For huge Annoyes bring Toyes but short small O Miracle begot by Heau'n of Earth Of Minde diuine of Body brute by birth O what a Monster am I to depaint Half-friend half-fiend half-sauage half-a-saint Higher than my Fier doth my grosse Earth aspire My raging Flesh my restlesse Force doth tire And drunk with world's Must deep sunk in sleep My Spirit the Spie that wary watch should keep Betraies alas woe that I trust it so My Soule 's deere kingdome to her deadly foe Through Care 's Charybdis and rough Gulfs of Griefe Star-lar-boord run I sailing all my life On merrie-sorrie Seas my Winde my Will My Ship my Flesh my Sense my Pilot still As in a most seditious Common-Weale Within my brest I feele my best rebell Against their Prince my furious People rise Their awlesse Prince dares his owne Law despise Mine Eue's an Out-law and my struggling Twins Iacob and Esau neuer can be friends Such deadly feud such discord such despight Euer betweene Brethren such continuall fight What 's done in me another doth not I Yet both alas my Guest and Enemie My minde vnkinde suborned by my foe Indeed within me but not with me tho Neere yet farre off in fleshly lees besoil'd And with the World 's contagious filth defil'd I am too narrow for mine owne Desires My Selfe denies me what my Selfe requires I feare and hope carelesse in Cares I languish Hungry too full dry-drinking sugred-anguish Wearie of life merrie in death I sucke Wine from the Pumice Hony from the Rocke On thornes my grapes on garlik growes