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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

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

and wide spred and disperst the fame Of IOB'S Mis-fortunes from the first begun That He was halfe dead and was whole vndone His Friends then Eliphas the Themanite Bildad the Shuite the Naamathite Zophar as others hearing this report As soone as might be towards him resort Resolu'd with Comforts to relieue in part Their Friends Affliction asswage his Smart But there arriued at the very sight Of his so wofull and so wretched Plight They all amaz'd their Garments sadly tore Their heads with Ashes all besprinkled o're And for seavn dayes and nights in Sorow drown'd Lay grieuing by him groueling on the ground Without word speaking lest vntimely trouble Amid his Anguish should his Dolors double 〈◊〉 3. IOB therefore straining his obstructed voice Began Thus sadly with a shiuering noise O! VVo be to the Day when I was born O! be it eue● of the Light forlorn O! may it euer vnder Darknes lie And neuer S●n vouchsafe it cheerfull eye Nor GOD regard it let a deadly Shade O're-clowde it aye as euer Dismall made O! wo be also to the Night wherein My Mother my Conception did begin Lightning Thunder thrill it euermore Whirle-wind Tempest may it euer roare Of Fogs of Frosts of Showers of Snowes of Haile Of Mists of Mil-deawes may it neuer faile May it no more in Calendar be plac't But from the Role of Months and Yeares be rac't May th' Euening Stars be dark No light returning May it no more see th'Eye-lids of the Morning Because it clos'd not at my wretched Birth The fruitfull Doore that brought me weeping forth But let me passe into this woefull Light To vndergoe so miserable Plight O! Why when shapelesse in my Mothers Womb I l● as dead Why did not Death strike home VVhy not alas amid the bearing Throes VVhen I began to feele Mans feeble Woes VVhy did the knees support me Why the Brest Supply me suck Why was I swath'd and drest Sith else alas I had now lien at ease Had been at rest had slept in quietnesse Among the high and mighty Potentates Kings Counsellors great Lords and Magistrates VVho in the VVorld to leaue their Names Renowne Haue built thē Bowers which others shall pul-downe And those rich Princes that haue heapt of-old Their houses full of Siluer and of Gold Or Why alas as an Abortiue Birth Was I not hid and buried in the Earth There Tyrants cease from their imperious Pride There Vertuous Workers at their rest abide There Prisoners rest from their Oppressors Braule There Slaues are free from their fell Masters Thrall There High and Lowe without Disdain or Dread Rest all together in one Common bed O! wished Death more to be wisht then Life Thou breakst the Force of Enuies Engines rife Thou cuttest-off our Trauails Tediousnesse Thou kilst our Cares Thou calm'st our most Distress· O! to the wretched why is Light imparted Why Life alas vnto the heauie-hearted Who longs for Death and if it linger long Would fainer seek it then euen Gold among And gladder find it as of Ioys the Chiefe Within their Graue to burie all their Griefe Especially to Him whose Way is hid Whom GOD hath shut-vp stopt streightened Sith yer I eat My Sighes refell my Food My Roarings gush out like a raging Flood For though my Plenty neuer made me proud My Power imperious nor to pleasure bow'd What most I doubted I endur'd alas And what I feared is euen comn to passe For Care and Feare I had no rest before Yet Trouble's come and trebbles more and more IOB ceasing so began the Themanite C● ● Ioly perplext an Answer thus to dight If We presume to comfort thee deer Friend Wil our Discourse I feare it will offend Will thy Disease our kinde Good-wills disdain But in this Case alas Who can refrain Who so hard-hearted or vnciuill-bred That can vnmoued see thee thus bested To see and heare Thee in this deep Distresse Who can keep silence Who can hold his peace Why Thou wert wont in thy Prosperities To stay weak hands and strengthen feeble knees To counsell those that in their Course had stray'd To comfort those whom Crosses ouer-lay'd Now that Mis-hap on thine owne head hath hit Now that the Storm hath thine owne vessell smit Now that the Case is Thine How art thou sunk From thine owne Succor From thy self how shrunk Where is alas Where is thy Confidence Thy Constancy thy Hope thy Patience Thy Piety thy Faith thy Feare of God And th'vpright Path which Thou hast euer trod O! ponder this Who euer Innocent Hath perished Hath the Omnipotent Eternall Iustice euer plagu'd the Iust Destroyd the Righteous who Him only trust As I haue seen Those that haue plough'd and sow'n Iniquity reap sodenly their owne When with the Blast of GOD they blasted fall And with his Breath are quick consumed all GOD in his Fury starueth in distresse The roaring Lion and the Lionesse Their rauening Whelps are scattered farre away Their Teeth are broken and they pine for Prey I 'll tell thee more Once in a certain Night Silent I heard a Voyce and saw a Sight About the time when Sleep begins to seaze Our drouzie Lids our Dayly Loads to ease Amaz'd with Feare my haire began to heaue My heart to tremble euery part to leaue His proper Part When to mine eyes a-space Appeerd the Image of an vnknowne Face One stood before me Whence yet more dismaid I heard a Voyce and Thus me thought it said Shall Man be iuster then his GOD said He The Creature purer then his Maker be Behold he found not in his Angels bright Firme Fealty but Folly in his sight How much more then in Those whose habitation Is but of Clay but Dust their best Foundation Whose brittle Vessels heer so little last That yer they know them they are often past Whose fickle Garment how-so-euer loath Shall be destroy'd and done before the Moath Whose doubtfull Daies yer they begin be gon Cut downe by Death when least they think thereon Whose Dignities how-euer grac't or Great Shall die with them and Them the Wormes shall eat NOw call thou lowd if any will reply Cap ● Among the Saints where wilt thou turne thine eye Two sorts of Fooles th' Idiot and Enuious die Of Anger th' one th' other of Iealousie I haue beheld the Foole faire rooted yerst Yet haue I soon his Habitation curst Because his Children succour-less shall suffer By Iustice Doom and none shall Pittie offer Him Selfe withall confounded void of Hope To gather-in his long expected Crop Which th'hunger-starued frō the Thorns shal snatch The Thirstie shall hir substance all dispatch A Misery which GOD doth oft permit For th' Earth it selfe is not the Cause of it Sith were not Sin it should not barren be But Man for Sin must toile him seruilelie In Sweatfull Labour borne for Labour's end As properly as Sparkles to ascend But were My Case as Thine in this Distresse Rather to GOD would I my selfe

caus'd the Owners die In sted of Barley and the best of Corn Grow nothing there but Thistles Weeds Thorn Heere IOB surceast The fourth Booke 〈…〉 H● 〈…〉 Three fore-named Friends ●m ●rth ●ech ●s hopeless of their ends Sith IOB ●sti● still maint●in'd his right Of R●g 〈◊〉 his own proper sight The● ang●y Zeal began to swelt and swel In Elihú the sonne of Barachel Th● Buz●te borne and of the Race of Ram B●th against IOB began his wrath to flame Becaus● ●s t● of his words imply'd Rather Himselfe then GOD he iustifi'd And also Those his ●oe-friends for so strict Condemning IOB vntry'd and vnconvict His modestie him hitherto with-held As giuing place to others of more Eld But seeing IOB to a full Period come And th' other ●hree without Reply as dumb His Zeal burst out and Thus in briefe began I must confesse I am too young a man T' haue interrupted you so old before In This Dispute and therefore I forbore I was in doubt I durst not speak till now My weak Opinion and present it you For Dayes thought I Yeers can farther reach And long Experience Wisedom best can teach Men haue a Soule Reason's light inherit But Wisedom is inspir'd by th' Holy-Spirit Which bloweth where it will worketh free Not ty'd to Age nor to Authoritie For Great men alwaies are not wisest found Nor the most Ancient still the most profound Therfore awhile to Me giue eare I pray And let Me also mine Opinion say I well obseru'd your words with diligence I scann'd your Reasons markt your Arguments Yea neer and narrow haue I watcht waigh'd What Each of you and All of you haue said Yet is there None of you apart or ioynt Conuinces IOB or answers to the Point Lest You should say We Wisedom compass can GOD will evince him not the VVit of Man For Me Me yet he neuer did gain-say Nor doe I mean to answer him your way Here-with amaz'd they stil continuing mute Without Reply or shew of more Dispute For I expected yet some Speech from some ●waited still and when as none would come I will said I now prosecute my part To giue my 〈◊〉 from a single heart For I am full of matter to the top My Spirit within me straines me stirres me vp My Brest is like a Wine-Burt wanting Vent Ready to burst or Bottles like to slent I 'll therefore speak that I may yet re-spire And ope my mouth to fanne mine inward fire Yet None I pray from Me the while expect Smooth soothing Titles personall Respect For soothing Titles knowe not I to giue Nor should I would my Maker let me liue 〈◊〉 ●3 NOw therfore IOB hark with attentiue beed To all the Words that from me shal proceed For what I speak premeditated is Not out of Passion or of Preiudice But most sincere and from a single heart Out of cleer Knowledge without Clowds of Art One the same of the same Mass of Mire Made Me as Thee did my Spirit inspire Feare not therfore if Thou haue ought to say Oppose and answer put thy Words in ray I am according to thy wish to plead And parley with thee in th' Almighties stead And yet a Man My Terrors shall not fright thee Neither my hand with heauy Tortures smight thee Lo Thou hast said I heard markt it well In Mee there none Iniquitie doth dwell I am Vpright and Clean and Innocent Yet as a Foe Hee is against mee bent Hee picks occasions to inflict mee Stroaks Sifts all my Waies and sets me in the Stocks And lo in This euen in This saying so Thou art not Iust for if thou know'st not know That GOD is Greater then All Men then Why Striu'st Thou with Him whose supream Soueraignty Yields vs no Reason nor Account at all Of His high Counsailes Why or How they fall For once yea twice to Man th' Almighty speaks Yet Man perceiues not or it little reaks By Dream or Vision of the Night in Sleep Vpon his Bed or in some Slumber deep Then opens He Mens eares him reuealeth And sweetly there their meet Instruction sealeth To turn a Man from his intended Ill And hide the Pride of his ambitious Will To keep his Soule back from the brink of Hell And saue his Life from Death Dangers fell Some-times He 's also chast'ned on his Bed With grieuous Sicknes from the foot to head Incessant burning in his Bones and Bloud So that he ●oatheth the most dainty Food His Flesh consumed his Bones so high That they appeare as an Anatomie His Life and Soule draw neer vnto the Pit The Graue doth gape Worms doe wait for it If with Him be a holy Messenger One of a Thousand an Interpreter To shew to Man the Iustice of his GOD In his Correction with his sharpest Rod And rightly humbled re-aduance the Meek By Faith aboue his Righteousnes to seek And pray to Him He will propitious stand And to his Seruant He will Thus command Deliuer him from going to the Graue I am appeas'd a Ransome found I haue Then than a Child shall fresher be his Flesh He shall return vnto his Youth afresh Then shall he call on GOD and GOD shal be Right gracious to him He with ioy shall see His glorious Face For He will render than He will impute His Righteousnes to Man He visits Men and if that any say I haue offended I haue gone astray I haue miss-done I haue peruerted Right Oh! I haue sinn'd had no profit by 't He will deliuer from Infernall Doom His Soule his Life from an vntimely Toomb Lo all These things doth GOD do twice or thrice Oft and again to Man too prone to Vice To re-reduce his Soule from Death's dark Night To be enlightned with the liuing Light IOB mark it well And harken farther yet What I shall speak saue when thou seest it fit If ought thou haue to answer or obiect Speak on in GOD's Name for I much affect To iustifie and cleer thee if I may If otherwise if nought thou haue to say Lift and obserue with silence I beseech And I shall teach thee Wisedom by my Speech SO he proceeded and said furthermore Ca● ● Heare Me ye Sages Men of Skilfull lore For as the Palate doth discern of Food Th' Eare trieth Words how they be bad or good Let 's then debate This Matter among vs Examine it and what is right discuss For IOB hath said O! I am Iust Vpright And yet saith He GOD hath bereft my Right Should I belye my Cause My thrilled Wound Is past all Cure and yet no Crime is found What man like IOB himselfe so ouer-thinks VVho wilfully Contempt like Water drinks VVho with the Wicked Vngodly walks Iumps iust with Them in their language talks For he hath said Man hath no profit by 't To walke with GOD and in Him to delight But heare me now all yee that vnderstand O! be it

●ull of Corruption foule of hand and hart ●o touch the ARK to vnder-take This Part Ah! pardon Lord O! purifie mee all ●rom all Prophanenesse from Sinne 's bitter Gall And as y●r while it pleasd thee to infuse 〈◊〉 mine vnschooled and vnskilfull Muse By vertue of Thine All-sufficing Grace ●mmediat power du-BARTAS Track to trace ●o as how-euer weake and Art-l●sse I ●hat Worke findes Welcome with the grauest Eye ●ow more good Lord my Wits Words refine ●o treat diuinely Matter so Diuine ● sacred Spirit now sanctifie my Stile Let not my Sensuall thy pure Sense defile ●ut tune mee right to Eccho as belongs Thy HVSSIAN's Sighs then Thy IESSEAN's Songs And to that end vouchsafe me at Thy pleasure ●esse Need full Life in a lesse Care full leasure ●p 1. NEere where Idumè's dry and sandy Soile Spreads Palmful Forests dwelt a Man yer-while Of life vnblotted and vnspotted Fame God-fearing Iust Sin-flying IOB by Name With due respect to Heauen 's Nature's Law In Wedlocks sweet Yoake did he seemly draw Whence by that Bountie whose all Blessings bee Seavn Sonnes he had and louely Daughters Three Great was his Substance for of fleecie Sheep Vpon the Downes seavn Thousand did he keep Fiue hundred yoak of Oxen did he owe Fiue hundred Ass-shees Camels six times so Great Train within doores great Train with-out Made him esteem'd through all the East about His Sons by turns their Sisters did inuite And feast each other in a Daily Rite IOB blest them euery Even and euery Morn When first Aurora's rosie beames return The good Old-man to GOD in humble-wise For each of them did offer Sacrifice Lest They might haue mis-don mis-said mis-thought Or in their Feasts offended GOD by ought While happy IOB thus brought the yeere about It came to pass one day when all the Rout Of Light-full Angels did themselues present Before the Foot-stoole of th' Omnipotent There also came the Executioner Th' ambitious Prince Malicious Lucifer With whom the LORD expostulating Thus Said Sathan say Whence comest Thou to vs I come said Hee from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Hast thou not then suruey'd my Seruant IOB Reply'd the LORD whose like in all the Globe There is not found so full of louing-feare So faithfull fruitfull rightfull and sincere Is it for Nothing said the subtle Foe That IOB adores and loues and feares Thee so Hast thou not hedg'd him safe on euery side Hast thou not heapt him Blessings far and wide But for awhile with-hold thy Fauour 's stream With-draw thy hand and hide thy Bounties beam Then shalt thou see or double my Disgrace Hee will anon blaspheme thee to thy Face Lo said th' Eternall from this instant hower All that he hath is in thy hand and power All but Himselfe Himselfe I sole exempt Sathan eftsoones assumes his bold Attempt As all his Children were together met Their elder B●others ha●t●e Cheere to eat Cam●one to OB ●unning breathless nigh Scarce coul● he speak yet weakly thus did cry Ah! woe is me to be the Messenger Of so sad N●w●s is now I bring you Sir As all your Oxen vnder painfull yoak Their pointed Iourneyes in your Fallowes broke And as your Asses in the Meads did feed S●bê●n ● hieues came forth with furious speed And tooke them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake there came Another in Hared and hot and Thus did He begin Sir from the Heav'ns a suddaine Fire did fall Among your ●heep hath consum'd them all And slaine your Seruants yer they could eschew I onely sc●p't to come and tell it You. While He yet spake Another came amaz'd And sadly s●d Sir while your Camels graz'd In your owne P●stures vp and down the Lands The proud Chaldéans in three armed Bands Surpriz'd them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake Another came and cryde In pitious Fright as if himselfe beside O 〈◊〉 your Sons Daughters all the rest Were met to day at my young Masters Feast Where from beyond the Wilderness anon A suddain Whirle-wind rose and rusht vpon The corners of the House and shooke it so That instantly it fell from Top to Toe And with the Fall them altogether slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you Then starting vp IOB gan his clothes to rent Shaues his hoare haire his head with ashes sprent As in a swoune falls to the ground with grones And semi-sighing Thus himselfe b●mones Ah! Naked came I from my Mothers wombe Naked I shall returne vnto my Tombe The LORD hath taken what himselfe hath giuen Blessed be GOD th' Almighty LORD of Heauen Yet did not IOB for all that him mis-fell Murmur at GOD nor inly sink or swell Nor sinne against th' eternall Prouidence But suffred all with humble Patience ANother day when all the sacred Bands Ca● ● Came all attending their high Kings cōmands Came also Hee whose Enuie since Hee fell Frō Heavn hath striu'n to hale down Man to Hell With whom the LORD expostulateth Thus Now Sathan say Whence comest Thou to Vs I come said He from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Then Hast thou found replyes th' Omnipotent In all thy Circuit Man more confident Or minde more Constant or more faithfull Soule Then IOB my Seruant whom thine Enuy foule Late vrg'd my Leaue by sharp Assaults to try How hast thou sped What hast thou got thereby Alas said Hee I reft him but the things That flie from Men with transitory wings And therefore he regards his losse the lesse But would thy Power him somwhat neerer presse Would'st thou permit me touch him to the quick I yeeld me conquer'd if he doe not kick If more he serue trust pray or praise thy Grace If he in fine blaspheme not to thy Face Pinch but his Body and then Skin for Skin Hee 'l wince without and sodain flinch within Go Fiend said GOD sith th' art so obstinate Fall on my IOB him felly cruciate Touch not his Soule his Body only touch Hence Satan hyes glad that he might so much Without Delay then with the most Despight He sets on IOB and in most pitious Plight With vlcerous Anguish fils his body so That crusted all in Scabs from top to toe Amid the Ashes sad and desolate Scraping his Sores with shels or sherds he sate Yet Constant still still calmely Patient Without a word of grudging Discontent Then said his Wife What helps Integrity What boots it Man alas curse GOD and die Go foolish Woman the good man reply'd Thy rebell heart doth thy rash tongue mis-guide Shall we from GOD of Good receiue our F●ll And at his pleasure not partake of Ill So IOB as yet for all that him mis-fell Displeas'd not GOD but bore it wondrous well By This the light-foot fether-tongued Dame Had farre