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A29149	Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.; Tenth muse lately sprung up in America	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1678 (1678)	Wing B4166; ESTC R22624	114,811	269

S●le●cus sends to his Son Whose obsequies with wondrous pomp was done Next di'd the brave and noble Pro●emp Renown'd for bounty valour clemency Rich Egypt le●t and what else he had won To Philadelp●us his more worthy Son Of the old Heroe● now but two remain Seleucus and ●y●●machus these twain Must needs go try their fortune and their might And so Lysi●machus was slain in fight 'T was no small joy unto Seliucus breast That now he had out lived all the rest Possession of Europe thinks to take And so himself the only Monarch make Whil● with these hopes in Greece he did remain He was by Ptolemy Ceraunus slain The second Son of the first Ptolemy Who for Rebellion unto him did fly Seleucus was a Father and a friend Yet by him had this most unworthy end Thus with these Kingly Captains have we done A little now how the Succession run Antigonus Seleucus and Cassander With Ptolemy reign'd after Alexander Cassander's Sons soon after 's death were ●lain So three Successors only did remain Antigonus his Kingdomes lost and life Unto Seleucus Author of that ●tri●e His Son Demetrius all Cassander's gains And his posterity the same retains Demetrius Son was call'd Antigonus And his again was nam●d Demetrius I must let pass those many Battels fought Betwixt those Kings and noble Pyrrhus stout And his Son Alexander of Epire Whereby immortal honour they acquire Demetrius had Philip to his Son Part of whose Kingdomes Titus Quintius won Philip had Perseus w●o was made a Thrale T● Emil●us the Roman General Him with his Sons in Triumph lead did he Such riches too as Rome did never see This of Ant●gonus his Seed's the ●ate VVhose Empire was subdu'd to th' Roman State Longer Seleucus held the royalty In Syria by his Posterity Antiochus Soter his Son was nam'd To whom the old Berosus so much fam'd His Book of Assurs Monarchs dedicates Tells of their names their wars their riches fates But this is perished with many more VVhich oft we wish was extant as before Antiochus Theos was Soter's Son VVho a long war with Egypts King begun The Affinityes and Wars Daniel sets forth And calls them there the Kings of South North This Th●os murther'd was by his lewd wife Seleucus reign'd when he had lost his life A third Seleucus next sits on the Seat And then Antiochus firnam'd the great VVhose large Dominions after was made small By Scipio the Roman General Fourth Seleucus Antiochus succeeds And next Epiphanes whose wicked deeds Horrid Massacres Murthers cruelties Amongst the Jews we read in Machabees Antiochus Eupater was the next By Rebels and Impostors dayly vext So many Princes still were murthered The Royal Blood was nigh extinguished Then Tygranes the great Arm●niar King To take the Government was called in Lucullus Him the Roman General Vanquish'd in fight and took those Kingdomes all Of Greece and Syria thus the rule did end In Egypt next a little time wee 'l spend First Ptolemy being dead his famous Son Call'd Philadelphus did possess the Throne At Alexandria a Library did build And with seven hundred thousand Volumes fill'd The seventy two Interpreters did seek They might translate the Bible into Greek His Son was Evergetes the last Prince That valour shew'd virtue or excellence Philopater was Evergetes Son After Epiphanes sate on the Throne Philometor Evergetes again And after him did false Lathurus reign Then Alexander in Lathur●s stead Next Auletes who cut off Pompeys head To all these names we Ptolemy must add For since the first they still that Title had Fair Cleopatra next last of that race Whom Julius Caesar set in Royal place She with her Paramour Mark Anthony Held for a time the Egyptian Monarchy Till great Augustus had with him a fight At Actium where his Navy ●s put to flight He seeing his ho●our lost his Kingdome end Did by his Sword his life soon after send His brave V●rago Aspes sets to her Arms To take her life and quit her from all harms For 't was not death nor danger she did dread But some disgrace in triumph to be led Here ends at last the Grecian Monarchy Which by the Romans had its destiny Thus King Kingdomes have their times dates Their standings overturnings bounds and fates Now up now down now chief then broght under The heavn's thus rule to fil the world with wonder The Assyrian Monarchy long time did stand But yet the Persian got the upper hand The Grecian them did utterly subdue And millions were subjected unto few The Grecian longer then the Persian stood Then came the Roman like a raging flood And with the torrent of his rapid course Their Crowns their Titles riches bears by force The first was likened to a head of gold Next Arms and breast of silver to behold The third Belly and Thighs of brass in sight And last was Iron which breaketh all with might The stone out of the mountain then did rise ●nd smote those feet those legs those arms thighs Then gold silver brass Iron and all the store Became like Chaff upon the threshing ●loor The first a Lion second was a Bear The third a Leopard which four wings did rear The last more strong and dreadful then the rest Whose Iron teeth devoured every Beast And when he had no appetite to eat The residue he stamped under feet Yet shall this Lion Bear this Leopard Ram All trembling stand before the powerful Lamb. With these three Monarchyes now have I done But how the fourth their Kingdomes from them won And how from small beginnings it did grow To fill the world with terrour and with woe My tyred brain leavs to some better pen This task befits not women like to men For what is past I blush excuse to make But humbly stand some grave reproof to take Pardon to crave for errours is but vain The Subject was too high beyond my strain To frame Apology for some offence Converts our boldness into impudence This my presumption some now to requite Ne sutor ultra crepidam may write The End of the Grecian Monarchy After some dayes of rest my restless heart To finish what 's begun new thoughts impart And maugre all resolves my fancy wrought This fourth to th' other three now might be brought Shortness of time and inability Will force me to a confus'd brevity Yet in this Chaos one shall easily spy The vast Limbs of a mighty Monarchy What e're is found amiss take in good part As faults proceeding from my head not heart The Romane Monarchy being the fourth and last beginning Anno Mundi 3213. STout Romulus Romes founder and first King Whom vestal Rhea to the world did bring His Father was not Mars as some devis'd But Aemulus in Armour all disguiz'd Thus he deceiv'd his Neece she might not know The double injury he then did do Where sheperds once had Coats sheep their folds Where Swains rustick Peasants kept their holds A City fair

Malecontent musing sits And by misprissions like to loose her witts If great perswasions cause her meet her foe In her dull resolution she 's so slow To march her pace to some is greater pain Then by a quick encounter to be slain But be she beaten she 'l not run away She 'l first advise if 't be not best to stay Now let 's give cold white sister flegme her right So loving unto all she scorns to fight If any threaten her she 'l in a trice Convert from water to congealed ice Her teeth will chatter dead and wan's her face And 'fore she be assaulted quits the place She dares not challeng if I speak amiss Nor hath she wit or heat to blush at this Here 's three of you all see now what you are Then yield to me preheminence in war Again who fits for learning science arts Who rarifies the intellectual parts From whence fine spirits f●ow and witty notions But t is not from our dull slow sisters motions Nor sister sanguine from thy moderate heat Poor sp●rits the Liver breeds which is thy seat What comes from thence my heat refines the same And through the arteries sends it o're the frame The vital spirits they 're call'd and well they may For when they fail man turns unto his clay The animal I claim as well as these The nerves should I not warm soon would they freeze But flegme her self is now provok'd at this She thinks I never shot so far amiss The brain she challengeth the head●s her seat But know'ts a foolish brain that wanteth heat My absence proves it plain her wit then flyes Out at her nose or melteth at her eyes Oh who would miss this influence of thine To be distill'd a drop on every Line Alas thou hast no Spirits thy Company Will feed a dropsy or a Tympany The Palsy Gout or Cramp or some such dolour Thou wast not made for Souldier or for Scholar Of greazy paunch and bloated cheeks go vaunt But a good head from these are dissonant But Melancholy wouldst have this glory thine Thou sayst thy wits are staid subtil and fine 'T is true when I am Midwife to thy birth Thy self 's as dull as is thy mother Earth Thou canst not claim the liver head nor heart Yet hast the Seat assign'd a goodly part The sinke of all us three the hateful Spleen Of that black Region nature made thee Queen Where pain and sore obstruction thou dost work Where envy malice thy Companions lurk If once thou' rt great what follows thereupon But bodies wasting and destruction So base thou art that baser cannot be Th' excrement adustion of me But I am weary to dilate your shame Nor is' t my pleasure thus to blur your name Only to raise my honour to the Skies As objects best appear by contraries But Arms and Arts I claim and higher things The princely qualities befitting Kings Whose profound heads I line with policies They 'r held for Oracles they are so wise Their wrathful looks are death their words are laws Their Courage it foe friend and Subject awes But one of you would make a worthy King Like our sixth Henry that same virtuous thing That when a Varlet struck him o're the side Forsooth you are to blame he grave reply'd Take Choler from a Prince what is he more Then a dead Lion by Beasts triumph'd o're Again you know how I act every part By th' influence I still send from the heart It 's nor your Muscles nerves nor this nor that Do's ought without my lively heat that 's slat Nay th' stomack magazine to all the rest Without my boyling heat cannot digest And yet to make my greatness still more great What differences the Sex but only heat And one thing more to close up my narration Of all that lives I cause the propagation I have been sparings what I might have said I love no boasting that's but Childrens trade To what you now shall say I will attend And to your weakness gently condescend Blood Good Sisters give me leave as is my place To vent my grief and wipe off my disgrace Your selves may plead your wrongs are no whit less Your patience more then mine I must confess Did ever sober tongue such language speak Or honesty such tyes unfriendly break Dost know thy self so well us so amiss Is' t arrogance or folly causeth this I le only shew the wrong thou 'st done to me Then let my sisters right their injury To pay with railings is not mine intent But to evince the truth by Argument I will analyse this thy proud relation So full of boasting and prevarication Thy foolish incongruityes I le show So walk thee till thou' rt cold then let thee go There is no Souldier but thy self thou sayest No valour upon Earth but what thou hast Thy silly provocations I despise And leave 't to all to judge where valour lies No pattern nor no pattron will I bring But David Judah's most heroick King Whose glorious deeds in Arms the world can tell A rosie cheek Musitian thou know'st well He knew well how to handle Sword and Harp And how to strike full sweet as well as sharp Thou laugh'st at me for loving merriment And scorn'st all Knightly sports at Turnament Thou sayst I love my Sword because it 's gilt But know I love the Blade more then the Hil● Yet do abhor such temerarious deeds As thy unbridled barbarous Choler breeds Thy rudeness counts good manners vanity And real Complements base flattery For drink which of us twain like it the best I le go no further then thy nose for test Thy other scoffs not worthy of reply Shall vanish as of no validity Of thy black Calumnies this is but part But now I le shew what souldier thou art And though thou 'st us'd me with opprobrious spight My ingenuity must give thee right Thy choler is but rage when t is most pure But usefull when a mixture can endure As with thy mother fire so t is with thee The best of all the four when they agree But let her leave the rest then I presume Both them and all things else she would consume VVhilst us for thine associates thou tak'st A Souldier most compleat in all points mak'st But when thou scorn'st to take the help we lend Thou art a Fury or infernal Fiend Witness the execrable deeds thou●st done Nor sparing Sex nor Age nor Sire nor Son To satisfie thy pride and cruelty Thou oft hast broke bounds of Humanity Nay should I tell thou would'st count me no blab How often for the lye thou 'st given the stab To take the wall 's a sin of so high rate That nought but death the same may expiate To cross thy will a challenge doth deserve So shed'st that blood thou' rt bounden to preserve Wilt thou this valour Courage Manhood call No know 't is pride most diabolical If murthers be thy glory t is no less I le not envy thy feats nor

knows but this may be my overthrow Oh pity me in this sad perturbation My plundred Towns my houses devastation My weeping Virgins and my young men slain My wealthy trading fall'n my dearth of grain The seed-times come but ploughman hath no hope Because he knows not who shall inn his Crop The poor they want their pay their children bread Their woful Mothers tears unpittied If any pity in thy heart remain Or any child-like love thou dost retain For my relief do what there lyes in thee And recompence that good I 've done to thee New-England Dear Mother cease complaints wipe your eyes Shake off your dust chear up and now arise You are my Mother Nurse and I your flesh Your sunken bowels gladly would refresh Your griefs I pity but soon hope to see Out of your troubles much good fruit to be To see those latter dayes of hop'd for good Though now beclouded all with tears and blood After dark Popery the day did clear But now the Sun in 's brightness shall appear Blest be the Nobles of thy noble Land With ventur'd lives for Truths defence that stand Blest be thy Commons who for common good And thy infringed Laws have boldly stood Blest be thy Counties who did aid thee still With hearts and States to testifie their will Blest be thy Preachers who do chear thee on O cry the Sword of God and Gid●on And shall I not on them wish M●ro's curse That help thee not with prayers Arms and purse And for my self let miseries abound If mindless of thy State I e're be found These are the dayes the Churches foes to crush To root out Popelings head tail branch and rush Let 's bring Baals vestments forth to make a fire Their Mytires Surplices and all their Tire Copes Rotchets Crossiers and such empty trash And let their Names consume but let the flash Light Christendome and all the world to see We hate Romes whore with all her trumpery Go on brave Essex with a Loyal heart Not false to King nor to the better part But those that hurt his people and his Crown As duty binds expel and tread them down And ye brave Nobles chase away all fear And to this hopeful Cause closely adhere O Mother can you weep and have such Peers When they are gone then drown your self in tears If now you weep so much that then no more The briny Ocean will o'reflow your shore These these are they I trust with Charles our King Out of all mists such glorious dayes shall bring That dazled eyes beholding much shall wonder At that thy setled peace thy wealth and splendor Thy Church and weal establish'd in such manner That all shall joy that thou display'dst thy Banner And discipline erected so I trust That nursing Kings shall come and lick thy dust Then Justice shall in all thy Courts take place Without respect of person or of case Then Bribes shall cease Suits shall not stick long Patience and purse of Clients oft to wrong Then high Commissions shall fall to decay And Pursivants and Catchpoles want their pay So shall thy happy Nation ever flourish When truth righteousnes they thus shall nourish When thus in peace thine Armies brave send out To sack proud Rome and all her Vassals rout There let thy Name thy fame and glory shine As did thine Ancestors in Palestine And let her spoyls full pay with Interest be Of what unjustly once she poll'd from thee Of all the woes thou canst let her be sped And on her pour the vengeance threatned Bring forth the Beast that rul'd the World with 's beck And tear his flesh set your feet on 's neck And make his filthy Den so desolate To th' stonishment of all that knew his state This done with brandish'd Swords to Turky goe For then what is' t but English blades dare do And lay her waste for so 's the sacred Doom And do to Gog as thou hast done to Rome Oh Abraham's see● lift up your heads on high For sure the day of your Redemption's nigh The Scales shall fall from your long blinded eyes And him you shall adore who now despise Then fulness of the Nations in shall flow And Jew and Gentile to one worship go Then ●ollows dayes of happiness and rest Whose lot doth fall to live therein is blest No Canaanite shall then be found i' th' Land And holiness on horses bells shall stand If this make way thereto then sigh no more But if at all thou didst not see 't before Farewel dear Mother rightest cause prevail And in a while you 'le tell another tale An Elegie upon that Honourable and renowned Knight Sir Philip Sidney who was untimely slain at the Siege of Zutphan Anno 1586. WHen England did enjoy her Halsion dayes Her noble Sidney wore the Crown of Bayes As well an honour to our British Land As she that sway'd the Scepter with her hand Mars and Minerva did in one agree Of Arms and Arts he should a pattern be Calli●pi with Terpsichor● did sing Of Poesie and of musick he was King His Rhetorick struck Pol●mina dead His Eloquence made Mercury wax red His Logick from Euterpe won the Crown More worth was his then Clio could set down Thalia and Melpomene say truth Witness Arcadia penned in his youth Are not his tragick Comedies so acted As if your ninefold wit had been compacted To shew the world they never saw before That this one Volume should exhaust your store His wiser dayes condemn'd his witty works Who knows the spels that in his Rhetorick lurks But some infatuate fools s●on caught therein Fond Cupias Dame had never such a gin Which makes severer eyes but slight that story And men of morose minds envy his glory But he 's a Beetle head that can't descry A world of wealth within that rubbish lye And doth his name his work his honour wrong The brave refiner of our British tongue That sees not learning valour and morality Justice friendship and kind hospitality Yea and Divinity within his book Such were prejudicate and did not look In all Records his name I ever see Put with an Epithite of dignity Which shews his worth was great his honour such The love his Country ought him was as much Then let none disallow of these my straines Whilst English blood yet runs within my veins O brave Achilles I wish some Homer would Engrave in Marble with Characters of gold The valiant fe●s thou didst on Flanders coast Which at this day fair Belgia may boast The more I say the more thy worth I stain Thy fame and praise is far beyond my strain O Zutphen Zutphen that most fatal City Made famous by thy death much more the pity Ah! in his blooming prime death pluckt this rose E're he was ripe his thread cut Atropos Thus man is born to dye and dead is he Brave Hector by the walls of Troy we see O who was near thee but did sore repine He