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Patentia victrix, or, The book of Job in lyrick verse / by Arthur Brett.
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Brett, Arthur, d. 1677?
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1661
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Wing B2638; ESTC R30234
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perform what others only endeavour that so by degrees this excellent History may appear in such an English dress as it deserves 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. I confess hath been is and will be too well grounded a Proverb to the end of the world And 't is true Sheph. Cal. Octob. lin 61. Moecenas long ago is dead And great Augustus is yclad in clay And all the Worthies lie ywrapt in lead c. However the late Prince of English Poets hath not in that his just complaint given us his friends or other his successors so great a wound but the present Emperor brings as broad a plaister where he sets forth the small and therefore noble Fortunes of this His hireless Science Condib l. 2. cant 5. stan ult and of all alone The Liberal the rest each State In pension treats but this depends on none Whose worth they rev'rendly forbear to rate Poesie then must have the honor to be Vertue-like its own reward neither will there be wanting those who being truly enamoured on her will embrace her without a dowry Such as these may be pleased to be hereby excited to imploy their Time and Parts on a Theme sufficiently worthy of both at least they may receive no small delight from the perusal of what was my last-moneths Recreations PATIENTIA VICTRIX OR The BOOK of JOB In LYRICK Verse I. 1. IN that fam'd Quarter of the world the East Where light expiring in th' Atlantick Main So gloriously revives again The Uzzites a large tract of ground possest And here liv'd Job among the rest Holiness his delight he made Of God and Sin he was afraid That is of th' highest good and greatest ill That he ador'd this he avoided still 2. The God whom he ador'd Ten Children did to him afford Sev'n of 'um were to weild the sword Three were to sit at home and spin And work in silk the victories those sev'n should win 3. For ev'ry lusty lad A thousand Sheep he had For ev'ry maid About his house as many Camels stray'd His grounds five hundred yoke Of Oxen broke Wherein as many Female asses bray'd He had m'ny a spat'ous mead Where-in so many Sheep might feed He had as many goods as might suffice To make those loaden Camels rise And all those Kine were scarce enough His fields to plow And all those Asses were to work and breed Their milk his healthy people did not need Yet his estate was not so large But he had as great a charge Which he so nobly saw maintain'd That the Sirname of Most Magnificent he gain'd 4. His young men in their turns Sympos'archs were And to provide good commons did not spare And with their sisters to prevail That they 'd not fail To come and take a share In their so termed ordinary fare 5. Now when the course was done And ev'ry one Had took and given a collation Job order'd a Parasceuë And on the foll'ing day By light just rising offered A Holocaust for ev'ry head And ev'ry time he fired said Oh Thou who heav'n and earth and sea hast made If such or such an one have done amiss If he have bow'd his knee To that vile Drunken Deity And secretly blasphemed thee Oh for his crime accept the life of this And spare thou his As oft as they renew'd their feast He acted both the Prince and Priest 6. Now when the solemn time drew near For those blest Spirits who above remain'd And what they had been born withall retain'd Before their Great King-Father to appear Out a bright creature sprang And the Quis sicut Deus sang Another did proclaim that Light Where-of himself was one weak beam Another shewed forth his Makers Might Where-of himself a part did seem Another Anthems did indite And made that Spring of Health his theam Where-of himself was one poor stream Mich'el gaz'd â—â—r'el blaz'd Gabriel gave a Victor's shoâ—t Raphael joyful acclamat'ons rais'd The other Angels lay his throne about And their Almighty Soveraign prais'd Seraphims the Service led Holy holy Majesty Was the substance of their cry Cherubims loudly answered Domin'ons with their nature did dispence And would be no Domin'ons now Pow'rs their pow'r did disavow Principalities did bow Virtues resign'd their influence Thrones were ambit'ous to do reverence All came to owne their Lord and homage do So likewise did the Grand Apostate too 7. And being asked Satan whence come you By him who that and all things knew I come quoth he From land and sea From the poles and from the line From Syria Arab'a Palestine From among Graec'ans Pers'ans Moors Their City-gallants and their Country-boors I have been rambling too and fro For from my way I cannot go Where any travel there 's my road Where any live there 's my aboad Where last of all I was I have forgot But come in general from yonder spot 8. There 's one cry'd up Vz gave him birth Quoth the high Majesty of heav'n and earth And he gives that a lasting name Took you no notice of this Man of fame As through Arabia you came Satan I challenge Hell And all those env'ous ones that with thee fell What is' t where-of you can my Job accuse What ill doth he embrace what good refuse There is not such a Saint on earth as he My honor on his holy life I 'le trust He 's so made up of purity To me so pious and to men so just Speaking the truth and shaming thee 9. I know him well the Enemy reply'd From Mount Seir's top I have his lands descry'd I have observd his dwelling tow'rs I have survey'd his pleasure-bowr's And I have counted his devot'on-hours Well may he serve his God and holy be What servant e'r such wages had as he So rich an income's a good salary 10. So well improv'd a Stock so sweet a Soil It seem'd another Paradise to me Which I was thinking how to spoil But 't is not spoild nor like to be My Strength not much my Art but little can I can't here through the Woman tempt the Man He will not hear me in her call He will not from his Innocency fall For why your Angel doth his Eden guard He lives so well ' cause you so well reward But alter now your course a while Cease on your Favourite to smile His cattel give away To the Pickeerers for a prey In harvest time his harvest stay The fruit of his own body slay Be fur'ous now and blow his palace down He 'll give you wrath for wrath and frown for frown And if let in into this place His holiness will curse you to your face With that these words were utterd from the Throne â—o then Abhaddon go And as thy name is be thou so Destroy all that he calls his own Only his person let thou that alone Then Satan went his way And being gone made no delay To exercise the power he had gain'd 13. When not long after that Job's eldest son