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Acolastus his after-witte. By S.N.
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Nicholson, Samuel, fl. 1600-1602.
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ACOLASTVS HIS AFTER-WITTE By S. N. Semel insaniuimus omnes AT LONDON Imprinted for Iohn Baylie and are to be sold at his shop neere the little North-doore of Paules Church 1600. To his deare Achates Master Richard Warburton MAruaile you may at the bolde approach of these my vnblushing lines the first borne of my barren inuention who begotten in my anticke age now steps into the world to seeke some worthie Godfather but certes if you weigh the inducing motiues whose all-iust respect perswading oratorie tempted my triuiall muse to this presumption I dare before hand seale my selfe a pardon and promise gracious acceptance to this my poore Orphant in your bosome I hope you shall finde him ready to acknowledge you before the world not for his owne sake alone but for mine also who confesse my selfe so much indebted to your loue as me thinkes I can neuer declare it sufficiently till thus the world be witnes to it Your due Samuel Nicholson ACOLASTVS HIS AFTER-WIT Eubulus Acolastus Eub. GRase on deare Flocks tend your blessed feeding While your sad Master wofull and forlorne In his poore Lambes a pensiue lesson reading With Sin-bred sorrow hayles the weeping morne The morne who sampling men their sinnes to rue Hath washt earths motley face in weeping dewe Faire Queene Aurora Beautie of the East What vncouth chance thy wonted cheere hath blent Whose blithsome vp-rise makes Nights prisoners blest And greets their waking harts with sweet content What spite hath rob'd thee of thy golden rayes The mild fore-runners of our Sommer dayes O may it be the Heauen-threatning deeds Of Earth-bred Gyants Adams sinfull brood Thus gars thee maske in mal-contented weeds Drowning the daies light in a mistie moode What makes Heauens weep thee lowre and earth to grone T' is men haue sinn'd oh let them learne to mone O bottomles benignitie of God In schooling his poore sheepe from wanton gates Stead of Reuenge he doth but shew the rod He loues our saftie while our sinnes he hates See see O man thine euerlasting shame All creatures rue the rigour of thy blame The brazen heauens conspire against our good Wreathing their watry browes in cloudes of raine The earth denies to nurse her wicked brood Wishing all flesh within her wombe againe All creatures crie vpon vs for offending And will not cease till we professe amending The seruants rating should rebuke the sonne A wise man schooles himselfe by others follie With the dumbe creatures Iustice hath begunne Gods fire is fierce yet with the flame we dallie Our turne is next Wrath beateth on our shoares Death and destruction linger at our doores Our neighbour countries burne in ciuill fire And Nero-like warme vs by the flame Securitie that false-suggesting lier So maskes our eyes we doe not feare our game Till we haue proued with too deare a price That to our chance their Fortune casts the dice. We of all people once that were the pelfe Thrust in a frozen corner of the North Almightie Ioue hath chosen to himselfe And made vs famous ouer all the earth Crowning our Land with Plenty and with peace For nothing hinders when the Lord will blesse Frost-bitten snakes the Lord tooke pittie on vs Warming our Clymat with his Sunne of grace And more to powre his blessings downe vpon vs Makes vs triumphant in our foes disgrace That all our Neighbours in amazement stand To see heauens rayne downe graces on our Land But O friend-losing base ingratitude Blacke lothsome ditch where all desert is drownd What doth Gods deepe benignitie allude But that we should be thankfull to the ground The ground the roote the fountaine of our blisse For God the founder of each blessing is But Serpent-like we sting his blessed name And staine Gods honour by the filth of sinning Our wicked liues are now the very same They were when as our light was young beginning Our liues said I oh t' is my sinnes O God That merit beating with thine yron-rod In the May moneth of my blooming yeares Liuing in pleasures ease and hearts content Now am I forced to lament with teares Contempt of dutie and my time mispent O thou from whom repentant humours grow Raise in mine eyes an euerlasting flowe Thou broughtest fountaines forth a stony rocke Manna from Heauen Quailes came with a wind O teach me how to seeke to aske to knocke Let frailtie fauour sorrowes succour find Teach me to spend the remnant of my dayes In sinnes rebuke and thine eternall prayse Although the Aprill of my dayes be spent In seruice of the world flesh and deuill And though my antick-age was freely lent To the committing of accursed euill Yet let oh let an old mans sacrifize Obtaine some fauour in thy gracious eyes Thou callest some at morning some at noone These beare the heate and burthen of the day And some thou call'st when toyling time is done Yet giuest them all an equall parted pay Bidding them rest contented with their lot Since not desert but Mercie paies the shot Thou gau'st Repentance to the dying Theefe Pronouncing him true heire of Paradice His teares obtained pardon through beleefe Of frozen Conscience for to thawe the yce Thou badst him laugh at death though it did paine him Abrahams sweet bosom straight should entertain him Vpon these presidents though not presuming With prostrate heart and eleuated hands The heauie burthen of my hearts griefe tuning Before thy throne where Truth and Mercy stands I boldly come to beg my soules release And reconcilement to thy blessed peace Forget my God the folly of my youth How I misled haue led my doting daies How spitefully I spurned at thy truth And skorn'd to set my footing in thy waies In this thy Mercy shall appeare much greater For pardoning him that was so deepe a debter Thou that didst once remoue so many deuils From Magdalen the penitent offender Roote out of me a legion of euils And I proportionable praise will render Worke in me Lord and heare my poore request Then will I dare the most and vow the best And for O Lord one right-conceiued thought Comes not in compasse of my poore election But that my words and workes and all are naught Safe-conduct me this day by thy direction That for my youth-bred follies gone and past My Teares may make attonement now at last Acolast Come pining Cares betroth'd to Discontent Heart-killing griefs sad sighes come dwell with me Helpe with your teares my fountaines of lament Least ere my sorrowes cease they dried be If weeping dewe be wanting to my woe My heart will bleede euen to supplie their flowe Affections Thrall Afflictions Slaue I am O cursed life led captiue in this sort Dame Fancies foole and Fortunes chiefest game Which vnto each assault yeeld Reasons for t O vnaduised Treason-working eyes You are the cause my life in passion dyes So long I warm'd my selfe by Beauties fire Deeming it dead much like a painted flame Till secretly I burnd in hot desire And grew to