denne In scorching Libya could never make So hot a Solstice burne as this had then Wept or'e the flame they had not quenched this Had with their running sives the Belâ—ides 251 A fruitfull age barren in all but some Fruitsull in sending forth a forward spring Of ripe impiety What gulfe within The deepe Abysse of Tartarus can bring Bring forth such monsters with a direfull hand Against anointed holinesse to band 252 Nor cholerick Seytha nor yet Concanus He that was pampred up with horses blood Nor he of Dacia servile Davns-Dacus Such Tyrant Mysteries e're understood Nay the Sicambri that red pated-race Poison'd with slaughters at this vale their face 253 The affrighted aire with cold amazement shooke Fearing the thumping blows it should receive The starrs doe quench their flames i th' misty brooke Of Acharon as if they would bereave The Snblunary orbe of all it 's light Loathing so black a deed so strang a sight 251 Phoebe began her palsie head to shroud And seared at the sight pluckt in her horns Apollo's steeds did start into a cloud And each with strange reluctancy suborns The guider that he would let loose the raine That they might draw the day quite back again 252 Phoebus invests himselfe in sable black Mourning to think upon so foule a birth The Axle-tree of heaven begins to crack Fearing some new forg'ed thunder-bolts from earth The heaven's begin to weep with their teares Would make a deluge for to drowne their fears 253 The unwreath'd snakes of the Eumenides Stood bolt upright upon the Fury's heads The hundred-headed beast at th' news of this Hangs down his eares his taile like twinig reeds He twists betwixt his leggs runns howling out The Ghosts in strange disorder range about 254 The heaven stands still the Earth seems now to round In her diurnall circuit the whole frame Of nature seem'd unpin'd disorder found Her order now came in and tooke the same The world amaz'd thought Iove had suffred Or that the world now at an end had been then 255 The sands of Bosphorus begun to groane They heard of it and murmure of the newes The Libyck Syrtes faine their heads would drowne In Affrick sea but Neptune doth refuse The Arminian waves doe roare and carry thus The news to Taurus and to Caucasus 256 The Hyperborean mountaines which retaine An equall portion of the day and night Halfe yeare in day and halfe in night remaine Scar'd from their course keep a continuall night The Oakes on Gargon on their tops look farre As if for madnesse they had toare their haire 257 The aged Alpes dissolve their frozen snow Filling up Rhodanus with their melting teares And Rhodanus doth her rising bancks o'reslow Blabbing to France and Italy our feares Acturus will goe downe Aericthon rise That they may leave tempestuous seas and skyes 258 And yet and yet that hell-hatcht crew controles Both heaven and earth goe equall with the stars With proudest heads confront the highest poles Promise to warm with flames heav'ns coldest cars Heark hearken Hell applauds us then they cry And so applaud themselves in villany 259. And now the day 's their owne that glad-sad daâ— That deare that raising that foule-faire weather Which must both raise a tombe and Trophy lay For England and yet not for England neither Britain 's sad Epitaph hangs o're her hearre And Romes false Iubile is turn'd in verse 260 And now some pen that 's Iesuiticall Must forme a letter of equivocations Indited by a head politicall To keepe the truth in mentall reservations 'T is sent unto some cull'd Nobility Goe one and riddle me the mysterie 261 My Lord that Catholike affinity Which knitts relation betwixt me and those Which are so nigh to you makes me untye What sacrament to you which should keepe close The dearest secreat of my breast but see How neare I prize your safe securitie 262 Then as you love that soule which is espous'd In such a fellowship so neare your breast Let it not be divorâ—t you are expos'd Vnto a common danger with the rest Take up some forg'd excuse ontrust which may Sue at your absence on the Senate day 963 The God's decree is past and man consent Both have conspir'd and seal'd their minds that they Will muster up revenge to punishments This yron rusted age shall battered be A blow with sudden terror there shall be And yet the hurt who hurts them shall not see 264 No motions these commotions shall betray Vshering the sequell with a prologâ—e in No trumpe shall sound initialls to the fray To tell the foeman when he shall begin A thunder-clap shall fall with such a blow The left hand here shall not the right hand 265 Nor slight you now this warning peice you may know Escape the ruine horrours o're your head With-draw your selfe take wing and fly away Or else your life 's already buried You may outlive the Fates know 't is no more But burne the letter and the danger 's or'e 266 Heaven warn's you be sore-arm'd I hope that she That guided hath the hand and penne to write Will ope'you eyes to reade the mysterie He that doth read and understands not it Is ready to neglect neglect will make An Index to 't let care keepe what you take 267 The Aenigma's tyed in a Gordian knot The letter writ and sent but who can spell The meaning drawne in Ony'on juce that 's not Reveal d at all unlesse the fire tell Burne but the letter then perchance you 'l see And yet that burnt tell me the mystery 268 Who with the nimble strength of Daedall wit Can loose these tangled lines what Lynceus eye Can sift the bottom of so darke a pit And there those hidden mineralls descry Who can this Labyrinth finde out and trace That Minotoure in this Meander maze 269 None but that eye that sees without an eye None but that sun that shines in midnight darke Could either see or reade this mysterie Or quench this fire in it's ember spark None but that Oracle which never spake By Oracles could this transparent make 270 God speakes by men the Devill speakes but by His wodden carkasses God speakes the truth The Lyer teacheth stockes and stones to lye And yet a miracle doth breath from both The Devil's raines hangs loose sometimes but so That there 's a curb commands him too fro 271 Let hell begin to open wide his jawes Thinking to swallow heaven with yawning throâ— Hell shall prepare his stomack but for those Of his owne Tribe that beare her branded note A pit is often digg'd for other men But he that diggs shall sometimes first fall in 272 If Diomedes traynes his horses up With living men in stead of fodder food An Hercules shall rise and fill the cup To drench an horse with Diomedâ—s blood Peryllus may prepare a Bull but he Shall first in his owne Bull tormented be 273 Let hell send forth her paler Pegasus That treason may ride poast
with his left hand And with his right doth what he please command Then tremble Babylon to see thy fall T was God himselfe was in the reeling wall He set himselfe to do 't that all might see T was his right arme that gate the victory His presence made the trembling stones to shake 〈◊〉 a quivering ague and the rafters quake Till all their unknit joynts were loos'd the walâ— Before his sacred presence downe did fall He charg'd the finewes of the house to shrinke And bid the pinns unty that all might sincke They heare his voyce and at his voyce obey Thus thus the crumbling fabrick pines away What makes us then sigh prayers for Babels falâ— As if that Babylon ne're fell at all 〈◊〉 fell and sure the fall was great it fell â—s if it had prepar'd away to hell â—aking a passage with it's weight to send â—hat rable rout unto their Styg'an end â— fell and in the fall below'd so loud â—s if two rocks falling at once did crowd â—ushing each others side and strove which shall â—ccho the neighbouring hills the louder call 〈◊〉 fell and struck so it could not more harme â—ad it beene hurled from a Cyclop's arme It fell but holloo'd out so loud i' th' fall As if it would the dead it kil'd recall It fell stop there Lett 's heare a while what Fome yeare Can say unto this second Martyrdome Should they but pilfer out more dayes from th' To cannonize for those that suffer'd there They must create new Alma nacks and make Their next yeare longer for their Martyr's sake Or else joyne two Saints to make up one day A sunkin and a gimkin Holy-day Now plodding Rome what have your pie-ball trickâ— Gendred in plotting ' gainst the Heretic kes Goe goe divide the spoyle that is come in Wee 'le cast up ours and let them laugh that wiâ— You thought to make us rise by rising fall You fell at once but never rise at all If we had fell by falling we had rise Hell's sometimes the high-way-roade to blisse Had you then rise yet rising you had fell Heaven is sometimes the broadest way to hell You fell we stand heaven downward striks we sâ— And hell aimes upwards what 's the mistery Is Rome's America plac'd in the Ayre Their new found Purgatory founded there That Pluto plot 's such stratagems to guard The English Catholiques up thither-ward 'T is so I see their Purgatory's there I thought it was a Castle in the ayre The Corollary STrange birth the Pope he is the Holy Father The Earth the Mother is the Master rather Pluto the Grandsire and the Deputyes Not two or foure but all the infernall fryes Of Monk's and Iesuit's Priests Masse Priests too Intended are as witnesses unto This Affrick birth would you the midwife yet Faux was appointed to deliver it It was begot in Hell conceiv'd in Rome And should have beene deliver'd here at home But England would not lend that life which fell To be a Mongrell betwixt Rome and and Hell NOVEMBRIS MONSTRVM OR The Historicall narration of the damnable Pouder-Treason WITH The dayes Is for England's Miraculous deliverance PARS IIa London Printed by Frances Leach 1641. To the Iuditious Reader NOt biting Satyr nor an hony stile Dropt only from a Parasite I will A bitter sweet is good wormewood in wine Is to a Poet the best Hypocreene Thou art the Man uuto the man of Sinne Is the Musit'ans hitting the right string Her 's nothing whipt and stript but Babels Bratt Which long agoe hath beene condemn'd to that Thence all not bitter sweet nor sweetnesse bitter If you finde both you will finde both together And so both mingled both together shall Prove to bad stomackes a good Cordiall Be but judicious in thy censure then And if thou rellish gall dropt from the pen Conclude it is not hony nor should be Or that thou bringest a sick taste with Thee NOVEMBRJS MONSTRVM THus have I seene Ambition's Min'on soare To teach the towring Mount of cobwed-fame Counting it Piety t' imbrace in goare His blood-renc't hands so He may get a name Though He like Tantalus both live and dye Catch at the Apple that doth most Him flye 2 Thus that proud Impe that thought to ware his glory Before the fire of Diana's shrine And make his name blaze forth in his own story Brighter then did the glowing Temple shine Must needs attempt that sacriledge to have His name Him joynt-tenants of one grave 3 Thus have I knowne a Monke and Fryers pride Iustle for th' wall of cruelty and see Which of them should prove better Regicide That they for Saints may canonized be Whil'st he that thinkes to blazon forth their glory Blots out their names in setting out their story 4 He that doth looke from honour's hands to havâ— The Lawrell wreath to crowne his works withalâ— Must with the hands of virtue it receive Virtue gives scutch'ons to a funerall Else he that would be heire of Fame shall be Excecutor of nought but Infamie 5 If Icarus doe strive with borrow'd wings To reach the Sun and graple with his bride You 'le see how soone his false Ambition flyngs Him downe and drownes his honour in the tyde He that makes wings to flye to fame shall see Fame will be ready to take wing and flee 6 What did proud Phaeton's ambitious minde In coveting his Father's reines to guide Provide him for a Trophye did he finde That was the rode where Fame and glory ride No Fame will ne're Ambition's yoake-mate bâ— Hell must lend fire to light his infamie 7 Then thinke no more Proud Rome of building stayres That those may seale to heav'n and Sainted be Who were chiefe agents for thy hell-affaires In plotting treason and hid Tyranny Thou can'st not raise a Babell halfe so high Ne're think to top those walls or come so nigh 8 But if thou will needs have thy factors ride Full mounted on the Pegasus of Fame Wee 'le helpe them up a Pegasus provide But wing'd with infamy and plum'd with shame Blacke deedes are Cronocled that they may be Enrol'd for hatred not for memory 9 Then Historie fetch thy brazen penne and send For incke from blacker Acharon that I May guided by thy hand in brasse commend Rom's Monster-Bratt to all posterity That sager Time may point out Rome to see And make her blush at her owne progeny 10 That dreaming Emperour whose phancy prov'd Truer then Phocas did that did succeed Thought in his sleepe he slept death was mov'd By th' murd'rous hands of Phocas to proceed Deames prove not alwaies night-mayres counterfie Murderes awake when we least dreame of it 11 This Phocas dranke ambition's Mercury Which kindled such a fire within his breast Nothing would quench his thirst but Dignity Mauricius must die and all the rest Thus waded through his blood unto his throne This proâ—'d a dreame to him the other none 12 Once mounted to the high imperiall seate
Brim-full of Honour honour must runne o're Let but th' Imposture Pope his consc'ence cheatâ— With a full pardon and quit murder's score Phocas will ope a sluce from which shall flee Supremacy to swell the Bishops See 13 'T was he was Rom's grand Patron and firâ— The Triple Crowne to th' Papall dignity And that Rome might as horrid treasons have gav He left his murthers for a legacy A cruell Monster must that honour be That 's got of murder and full Tyranie 14 Rome proves his wil and then makes hast to takâ— A full possession next he seekes to find Some cruell skulking Iesuite to make Him treasurer of what was left behind Where warres doe nought there treason muâ— begin 15 So have I seen a scattered army lye The conqu'rer's strength soon conquered by slight And yet the next day rise with victory Getting by forging what they lost by flight Our foe may teach us how to winne the prize By falling often times wee learne to rise 16 The Iesuite makes much of what h' hath got Phocas his lcgacy shall not be spent And yet he will be prodigall but not Spend on the Principle t is his intent To trade with Hell and put it out to use That which the Feinds return shall feed abuse 17 And well he hath improv'd what Phocas left For envy Mallice full inveterate For murther Murthers mixt with skulking theft For Regicide both King and kingdom's Fate To kill a king is petty treason fit For lay-murder not a Iesuite 18 Those poled Pates have quite impov'rish't hell And mate the Duke of darkenesse morgage all His hidden plots to them treason shall dwell No more within Don Pluto's Stygian Hall All 's fell to them they 'l turne the Feinds out quite And Hell shall be their owne before the night 19 With jaws as wide as the vast arch of heav'n They gape for Kingdomes royall blood 's their draft With treason's blacker feet they 'r headlong driven Murther is counted but on handy craft See all in this one plot which though but one Hath all in it the other all are none 1 WHen blest Eliza swai'd proud England s rod And ballanc't in her hands the golden ball Peace sat by hir laid downe her head to nod Within her Princely lap and there did fall Into a slumbring sweet-security Peace flyes not Scepters but dread Tyranny 2 This quiet Empresse hardly could enjoy The sweetnesse of that royall maiden bed But something would her present rest annoy And with a surly joy divorce her Head Or treason's rage at home or warr 's abroad Kings must not alwaies look for peace aboad 3 But alwayes as Queene-Peace â—awak't she turn'd Lending a glance to blest Eliza still And smiling on her Angell-face shee burn'd And blusht as if she long'd to speake her will But pluckt an Olive branch to give her still And so laid downe her head to sleepe her filâ— 4 Then then it was that time look't young agin Wiping his hoary foretop from his eyes He lookt and thought the golden age had bin And deeming of himselfe in paradice Began to count his age and scarce beleiv'd Seeing Eliza he so long had liv'd 5 The earth was watred with a milder dew Which peace did sprinkle from her fruitfull hand That Tellus in her sparkling coate did show As if sh 'had on that couler'd swadling band Which wrapt her infancy with var'ous wreaths Like those which lovely May for Phyllis weaves 6 The plough-men earlyer then the morne did rise Whistling Apollo's steeds to watering Whil'st with their chearefull notes they did devise How to divide the day with quavering Thus play themselves to worke then divide The earth to furrowes as the plough did glide 7 They put Dame nature to the sword and made Her open wide her wombe to lodge the graine The plow ne're knew the share the earth no spade But Mars did make away for Ceres traine New plow'd with swords they beat their armor out For horseshoes or to plate their wheeles about 8 Neglected helmets then were cast away The spideres tooke them for their shops to weave Their thinner-softer Taffety where they Kept a continuall working-day with leave And made them monuments that they mightly There softly wrapt in their owne destiny 9 The hoarser throates of Cannons bellow'd forth Not for Bellona's sake to summon warre But when soe're they thund'red 't was the worth Of some great triumph to be blowed farre And that about the world did give the fire Or celebrate Eliza's crown'd desire 10 The Taratant'ring sound was never heard Which when the horses e're once soopeth up It makes them mad for battaile and unscar'd He runnes at push of Pike the flame doth fup Into his fiery nostrills till it come Out of his mouth like to a seathing foame 11 The drumme unbrac't lay speechlesse al the while The flute had got a cold i' th' rusty throate Insteed of these we heard the Philomele Sing to the Musick of the Lute her note Peace lay a sleepe under hir Olive tree Charm'd with the winged Quier's Lullaby 12 Devotion in her whiter robe more white Then th' unborne Snow within her region Go's to the Altar with a soule more bright Then th' spotlesse spotted Bride of heav'n the moon And there with holy-hands and washed eyes Offers her undisturbed sacrifice 13 â—straea keepe her state both eyes doe see â—nd yet they both are blind her eares both deafe â—nd yet both open too she keeps a Key â—o lock out bribes and open for reliefe 'T was shee that lasht Erynnis out and then Came peace calm'd the troubled earth again 14 â—ut night doth close the eyes of dying day â— storme doth alwayes follow fairest weather 〈◊〉 never saw Proud Cynthia's aray â—imselfe in glory for a Month together But sometimes mourne weepe in his Southern weeds And glister sometimes in his Easterne beades 15 â—s constant is a Kingdom 's fading state â—ow Peace doth shine on it from open Spheare â—nd then a Counter-warre doth change his fate â—rawing on it a gloomy cloud of Feare Fortune's Queene regent of all things below And Kingdoms like the Moon do ebb flow 16 â—once Eliza shine so bright that she â—n Earth is like the Sunne in his owne spheare â—arting forth Glory from her Majesty â—nough to make the lesser Princes bleere The world will gather clouds to blind her too Least earth in glory should the heav'n outgrow 17 Envy which can't endure aequality Ne're lookes at parallels she aimeth higher An Eagle scornes to make her game a flye Let th' bramble take acquaintance with the bry 'T is the tall Ivie that growes above the rest Is shaken with the wind and most opprest 18 Mallice still layes her seige against that tower Where vertue keepes the doore honour the hoâ— One of them is not worth her mustred power A Cat doth scorne to play with a dead mouse 'T is cowardize to sticke one on the grouâ— Who falls to earth can be
â—ur truth 's as deare to her we will defend â—he Faith's defender from all forraigne feare â—et us to her a love-ambassage send Goe Mercury said they to Albion's Throne Vnfold Heaven's secrets unto her alone 103 â—nd now dread Queene know thus much all was true â—hat fell from heaven in that prophetiek dreame â—hich grace unfolded in his sleepe to you â—he boyling fury of your foes did steeme Into a fog and all the heaven 's or'e spread But by Ioves brighter shine 't is scattered 104 â—he Gods have lent you as their choicest gemme â—om heavens rich cabanet to England s front â—hat you might shine within that Diadem â—nd quite blinde Envy as shee looks apon't Spain Sees covers fame would steale it thence That England's faith might loose her reverence 105 But at Ioves councell-table 't is decreed The world no longer shall this gemme retaine 'T was onely taken from the richer breed To show the world and put it up againe Iewells of richer prize are not long worne Virtues unto more crownes then one is borne 106 Kings have their change of robes Eliza shall Have change of crownes and royall Scepters to If earth won't suffer her to shine at all In her unborrowed brightnesse here below The Gods will place her as a fixed starre Shooting forth glory from a richer spheare 107 No blest Eliza Rome shan't circumvent With buried treason or coucht pollicie Thy Majesty or state at Parliament The Gods decree Eliza first shall dye They all are set in Parliament above Unto the upper honse thou must remove 108 At their late Synod thou wert chose to be With the ioynt sufrage of that royall house One of Ioves privy-councellers that he His royall secrets might to The disclose Heav'n hath prepar'd a crowne that thou maâ— reign Among the Gods to judge both Rome Spaâ—â— 109 â—his measur'd out the length of heaven's decree â—his was Ioves Aâ—iassye in full gommission â— humble pride 〈◊〉 the Queene as shee â—eceiv'd the news 〈◊〉 renew'd condition And straight shee s sick of love sick to enjoy Her chang her crown her all then dye for ioy 110 â—ut first before death did divorce her soule â—r heav'n espouse it to another bridegroome â—s peace did by the love-sick bed condole â—er dying Patron in the fainting Roome â— Eliza turning but her eye her eye Through which death looked out with maiesty 111 â—id there espy her ancient servant peace â—bout to dye for griefe as if she 'd faine â—oe with Eliza to the grave deâ—case â—liza dead and with her still remaine Shee saw her and then said I must leave thee Unto my kingdome as a legacy 112 â—ake from my fainting head this fading Crowne That I may lay mine honour in the dust â—hen from thy facred hand present renowne â—nto our dearest Iames whilst you intrust His honor'd temples with our Diadem And with thy presence still attend on him 113 With this Eliza ended For her soule As if it meant to goe along with peace Departed flying to the highesti Pole Translated to a crowne of â—liffe and case Death opened wide a gate of life to her That she through Death might scape both deaâ— fear 114 Have not you seene a palsie feare possesse The guilty Traitor as he dying stands In expectation of a Death that guesse Made over to him from the Iudges hands Feare making suite to death that standeth by Death bring a Pardon that he may not die 115 Iust thus when Rome and Spaine rid circvitejud Of lise and Death on Englands Soveraigne Both brib'd to falsehood by a festred grudge Shee sentenc'd was to dye but all in vaine Iove sends his privy seale the death and he Brings her a parden that shee may not dye 116 Shee dyes yet dyes not dying doth escape Thy tyranny which hov'ring o're did move Vpon death's borrowed wings to make a rape With fastned tallys on this virgin dove Iove takes Her from his Crowne that so her Crowâ— May not be tooke from her e're she go down 117 â—nd now Eliza's dead who did bequeath â—ir virtues as a royall shrine to Crowne â—uceeding Iames with a true noble wreath â—ommending peace to him as Guardion All shined in him with so full a blisse As if her soule had beene espous'd to his 118 â—nd these had bin her portion Can you tell What was full Regent in her royall breast Which was not in our Solomon as well Say what in her and that in him was best As if that nature kept her mol'd to fash Him after her in each proportion 119 â—nd so this Peere did reigne that had not shee â—rst swayd the Scepter with so full a grace Thad bin a sin to thinke that sex could be â—o Masculine to keepe him equall pâ—ce But Iove did disinherit all their Kin To make this woman and this Masculine 112 â—haebus can doe no more then call the day â—nd Phebe lesse shee can but guild the night â—or he can lend the night an helping ray â—or Shee put out to use a minut's light Night gives to day and day to night the way But these maintained still a constant day 121 As soone as blest Eliza did goe downe Iames rise with glory on our Hemi-spheare Thus Scepters yeeld to Scepters crowne to crowâ— In constancy is always constant here Kingdomes like Ianus have a double face They look on both sides with an equall grac 122 Have you not seene the ray enous Lyon run With roaring stomack for to seek a prey Snuffling the until'd forrest once begun With hunger-biting nose to finde the way Rending the aire now with a thundring throaâ— Then bounding o're the Hills bequeath's a noâ— 123 Of terror to the trembling vallie by Where innocency shroud's it selfe for feare Among the little lambs that there doe lye And frightned often doe their food forbeare Then when in hot pur suite sh' hath lost the da Shee follows night more eager for a prey 124 Thus thus the Lyon of the infernall tribe Out run Eliza's dayes in hot careere Thinking his ya wning stomack thus to bribe By making her a prey and faine would tare Her selfe and throane in sunder till they be Made Morsells for his whelpish pedegree 125 â—nd then once loosing his desired prey â—is cheated stomack barks with hotter rage â—ow nothing will goe downe but Majesty â—e rounds the Iland to renew his age With some well married prey at length he saw Another game provided for his paw 126 â—he buá¹™ied Embers of that ash-heapt treason Which lay like quenched coales in sawdust hid â—ome rakes up with the hand of blinded reason â—nd blows them with false zeale untill they breed With hatching heate a treason which may be A plot-forme unto all coÌ„nspiracy 127 What though proud England lately lost her head The crowne hath luster still the right hand 's gone But where 's the Scepter though Eliza's dead But Iames is from her Phaenix-ashes sprung Starrs rise fall the clouds are