would in hell be charactred his shame O mightie Ioue omnipotent in Might O I Earths-worme craule fore thy gracious sight O God ô King of kings maiesticall O who can stand when thou commandst to fall Thy Grace shines perfect indiniduall Thy glorious Power extends it selfe to all Thy Mercies passe the numbers of the sand Thy Fountaines flow thy Wel-springs neuer stand Turne downe thine Eye behold my mournfull griefe Turne these my christall teares to Pearles of life Turne backe thy face from my corruptions Turne these corrections to Instructions My Soule surmounts Aurora's dew-moist Larke My Sense is kindled with a sacred Sparke My Heart is rapt aboue the third Degree My Sprite with loftie euolence flies to thee Thou art that Balne wherewith my soule is cured Thou art that Law whereto my heart 's adiured Thou art that Mount whereon my sprite must rest Thou art that House wherein my Sense lines blest Then will thy soules Phisitian come to thee Ministring Mercie to thy miserie And cheare thy Senses with supernall Food Which shall redound to thy immortall good Thy heart will then desire amongst the blest To be dissolued and to sleepe in rest And as the Sunne 's most swift at his descending So shalt thou be most blessed at thy ending London with teares thy grieuous sins lament Thy flintic heart with humblenesse relent With fastings mournings greet him by the way Preuent his plagues with spacious Niniue And purge the inward Man of foule Offence That God may purge thee of this Pestilence Imbrace his Loue as sweet Preferuatiue If in heau'ns Eden thou dost meane to thriue Discute that damn'd-aspiring Enemie That puft-sterne-dropsie-swelling surquedrie Of Selfe-conceit which suffocates thy Soule And in thy Heart doth Puritie controule Lest thy Selfe-ruine so be brought to passe As to the Basiliske which in a glasse Beholds his beautie long vntill at length He be depriued of his vitall strength And whiles the glasse his beautie foorth doth send His owne reflecting-poison workes his end Or lest thy Springs be turn'd to Gulfes of blood And Beautie drown'd in faire Narcissus flood To muse on Heau'n thy Senses eleuate To walke vpright thy Spirit animate Let not heau'ns Light obscure thy dazeled eye And be the Deaths-man to Virilitie Let not th' Ambassage of the glorious Lord And powerfull Essence of his sacred VVord Lifes pure Elixer Sun-shine of thy Day VVhich can with Ioy Hearts corasiues allay Harden thy heart and eke thy soule compell To tread the broad-beat-path that leades to hell As scorching Titan with his ardent ray Dissolues the waxe and obdurates the clay So doth Heau'ns voice the humane heart relent Or workes it harder then the sparkling Flint Approou'd by Pharaoh who would neuer grant His heart being clos'd in tombes of Adamant A free dismisment to poore Israel Bur did the Legate of heau'ns Lord dispell And gainst his Prophet did peruersly stand Till Ione sent foorth strange plagues vpon his land So hath thy Toad-swel'd proud rebellious hart Increas'd the rigor of thy generall smart Which at thy gates hath forc'd Intrusion To thy Conuersion or Confusion Therefore in Ioue gush out pure streames of teares Enuiron round thy heart with sacred Feares And to renounce thy crimes with Zeale intend Lest Heau'n reserue thee to a fearefull end Shake hands with Sin and bid him now Farewell Prepare thy Soule with Godlinesse to dwell Redeeme that Time which thou haft lewdly spent In this Times-turne with Faith be penitent For Heau'n hath sent thee to thy soules desire More blessings then earths Nature could require So many Graces to thy hearts Content Which to the World doth argue wonderment But sith from him thou turnedst backe thy face He turn'd these Mercies to thy deepe disgrace And tedious Taxes fastned on thy head In that thy Pride was not abandoned But still relapse from Grace and fall from Truth The Nerues of Age the Complements of Youth You immane Atheists who in darknesse dwell To horride Diuels the damned Centinell Affoording Nature that sole high renowne Which natures Author weareth as a crowne Old grandam Earth doth loath your noysome breath That die in life and liue to liue in death Th' insatiat Gulfe prognosticates your merits It grieues the Aire to feed your vitall spirits Can new-borne Sucklings frame their steps to go Can Youth graue Eld Experiences show Can the Puple his learned Tutor teach Can the damn'd Reprobate heau'ns Towers reach Can the Pallace direct the Framers hand To build so firme that it for ay might stand Or can base Nature cauteriz'd with shame Abstract one Iod from Ioues great glorious name Can abiect Dust by heau'ns predestinate Though collocated in Angellike state Assume or derogate that Worke diuine Which can to nought but filthinesse incline With terror muse with trembling cogitate To higher Thoughts your soules exasperate Heau'n is the Iusticer of Natures hart Nature 's the workmanship of heau'ns great Art Art is the roote of humane natures Skill Skill letteth loose the reines of Natures Will Will workes th' Effects of Natures owne decay Decay must Nature God perfists for ay How could her power confirme Times Accident Turning sad woes with ioyes circumferent How could th' Effect without th' Efficient Redound these glorious graces imminent To Albions comfort by Iehoua wrought When Hope lay frustrate of aspiring thought Then when the Zodiacke of Earths Sun was ended And our Horizon on the Fates attended Who rob'd Apollo of that fairest Faire Whose bright Meridian guilded Albions Aire Yet of aires benefite it selfe depriued From frozen Pole a brighter Sun reuiued It led to th' Occident of fatall Rest A clearer Orient started out from West Againe to mixe the poyson of Annoy With her delightsome cordials of Ioy Amidst her chearefull wines to mingle in The bitter Potion of the dregs of Sin Now search your hearts in heart imagine now Hels deepe damnation branded on your brow O gaze to heau'n grouel not on the ground Earth you corrupts in Heau'n all ioyes are found Heau'n is the hauen of true perfect rest Heau'n is that place assigned to the blest Heau'n tendreth all that do heau'ns Truth auerre Heau'n trophees yeelds to Natures Conquerer Therefore awake from th'Ecstasin of Shame By earthly Conquest purchase heau'nly Fame Out of your hearts Earths drugs euacuate To heau'ns great All all praises arrogate Accurst to Hell such as 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Do calcitrate against the gates of Heau'n Now sith ô Albion Ione hath full decreed To send thee succour at thy extreme need Shrowding thee vnder his Al-couering wing And still protecting thee from Sorrowes sting Be gratefull therefore to his Soueraigne Might Who alwaies held thee gracious in his sight In thee no rumors runne of ciuill warres Nor of Sedition and tumultuous iarres But all with joynt applause do sing of Peace Of plenteous Autumnes and a sweet Increase O sacred Peace by thee are onely found Th'exceeding ioyes that euery where abound Thankes sacred Ione
And quite bereft of vitall sense and breath So Pleasures presse thee downe to gauling Griefe Or glance away and leaue thee sans reliefe Like ranging Hawkes that soare in loftie skie With swift-wing'd flight from Lure of Falkners hie Demosthenes that famous Grecian Fau'ring faire Lais Corinths Curtisan Most vehemently desir'd by Fanciefed To haue accesse vnto her brothell bed Whom she desir'd three hundred crownes to send If lustfull Will her wish would apprehend High heau'ns forbid quoth he that hote Desire Should heape such flames to Pryaps burning fire Though Lust allures yet doth true Vertue hate To buy Repentance at so deare a rate This heathen Mole had Reasons eyes to see That Paine attends on Pleasures surquedrie The buzzing Bee that sings in Autumnes field Doth from her labour waxe and honie yeeld Which to mans senses many comforts bring Yet in her taile there lutkes an angrie sting So Pleasure hath her hony of Desire Inflaming waxe dissolu'd in Follies fire But yet behind a dreadfull sting remaines Which wounds the heart enwrapt with Fancies pains Her meager ioynts are tentred on deepe Cares Her vigor rack'd on imbecile Despaires Times reuolution frets her pleasing prancks As waters wash and weare away their bancks And as the dew from heau'n to earth assign'd By heate exhal'd or scattered with the wind Or christall bubbles which on riuers play With agitation vanish quite away Or Characters deciphered foorth on sand Which by Eluuion perisheth out of hand So Earths mask'd Ioyes but for a moment last And soone extinct by Times oft-changing blast Peruse the Songs of sweet-toung'd Salomon Israels great King faire Iuda's Paragon Sions Melodes the sourse of Sapience Bedewd with drops of sacred influence For whom the Sabian Queene did iourney farre To view the splendor of so bright a Starre When he had heaped millions vp of gold Erected buildings glorious to behold And planted trees fed with sweet fluent Springs And treasures won by captiuated Kings And singers with harmonious melodie Concording in Amphyons simphonie And all delights which Reason could deuise Were set as Obiects to his restlesse eyes O vaine quoth he is all the Earths delight But pictur'd Glosses and disturbe the Sprite I now discerne by Faiths celestiall eye Pleasure 's but vaine most vaine and Vanitie For with Times-turne their semblant Beautie 's gone Whirl'd round with Change as Sysiphus rolling stone Thus mans Delights and earths Felicities Are but euen pleasant-seeming Vanities In Turne of Time all Creatures shall decay For Time it selfe in time must passe away The winged-people of the various Skie The scalie Troupe which in the Surges lie The heau'ns the earth and seas shall burne to nought Not to that Chaos whence they first were brought The Worlds great Synode formally combin'd With pure celestiall Fire must be refin'd Don Phoebus Steeds their glistering coach must stay The burnish'd Gates include heau'ns Bright from Day The Stars and Phoebe's feuer-shaking Light Shall maske their Beauties from the dismall Night The Comets Meteors with each Hemi-sphaeare To worke strange Operations shall forbeare Old white-hair'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with strikt compas'd pace Must cease to course his artificiall Race The Sea the Floud the Spring and watrie Lake Must by Times turne their liquide Caues forsake Which from the Cesternes of the Center deepe Through Earths wide Nerues in curbed maner creepe The flourishing Ver and fruitfull Autumnes grace The icie Vizard of breme Winters face The Yeare the Month the Houre the Night the Day Shall subiect stand to Heau'ns Catastrophé Heau'ns wondrous Works which thus in strictnesse turne When Pan appeares in sulphur'd flames must burne All Wights that wander through this Orbe below Must pay that summe which they to Nature ow All must dissolue euen from the Cedar tall Vnto the Hysope springing on the wall When heau'ns loud Trump shal sound Earths sumning note And Time turnes off his rain-bow coloured cote But Ates brood true Modell of the Maker That Angel-like of ioyes are made partaker Indude with Reason Dangers to eschue Iudicially Times Accidents to view Casting an eye to things past and forgone To suprauise th' Euents ensuing on By retrogredience to Times heighth and fall In their progredience can discerne them all These that in portraiture all Shapes excell Must mount to heau'n or flutter downe to hell Therefore let Reason feruently apply His soule to liue as still prepar'd to die In all essayes his heart vprightly bend As one that swiftly marcheth to his end Though he on Earth all worldly Pleasures haue Yet let him deeme one foot still in the graue The valiantsouldier marching longst the plaine Couragiously to his immortall gaine Assaults his foes and neare to them doth come Although most neare ensues his banefull doome Swifter he marcheth them with blowes to spend The swifter still approcheth to his end Desire of Fame kindles an ardent rage While leane-fac'd Death attends him as a Page Yet arm'd in heart of furniture well sped Resolues to die in Honors valorous bed This world 's a warfare thou a souldier Wherein thou striu'st to stand Deaths conquerer Contending with hels Dragons damned hoast From woes to ioyes from ioyes to woes ytost Without the World alluresthee with Delight Within foule Sin thy intellectuall sprite Suggests and opposite to thy darke Eye T'entangle thee slie Sathans engines lye Behind a strict-bound Conscience clogs thy heele On thy right hand mounts Fortunes loftie wheele And on the left Aduersitie doth waite To feed thy Thoughts with Cares penurious baite Vnder thy feete the Graue doth gape each houre With wide-stretch'd mouth to swallow and deuoure And ore thy head Heau'ns heauie ludgements lie Prepared still to be powr'd foorth on thee Then not vnaptly graue learn'd Writers call Thee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Small world of thrall Thy state of life may be compared thus Vnto the Mariner in stormes dangerous When blustring Aeolus opes his vented Caues And Neptunes rorall beard 's bedasht with waues He viewes the Heau'ns ore-vail'd with pitchie cloudes Huge tempests rise each beast in shelter shroudes And foaming billowes beating gainst his Barke Then waites each houre to diue in Deluge darke But when Dan Titan with bright golden ray Doth guil'd the pale-greene Pallace of the sea And with his purging Fire refines the skie He skips with ioy for his deliuerie So in this Orbe thou sail'st through seas of Woes Againe with pride scornes Fortunes ouerthrowes Oft Fortune stormes and her cleare Sun-shine failes Then Ioy retires with wofull-battred sailes Thus art thou subiect to Times turne and Fate To be transform'd in Person Life or State For Time can turne to set the World on flote And straight can vrge him sing poore Niobs note If th' Embryo foreknew these woes intomb'd Within the wals of his deare Mothers wombe If he could see before he sees heau'ns Light Earths Languishments as Objects to his sight Would ne're contend to ope the Matrice wide By Generation naturally to glide From
with ioy Let all thy Turrets glister in the aire Thy Faire not turn'd to fowle but Fowle to faire Now boast thy selfe amidst thy sommers Pride Thy Ebbe's transformd into a flowing Tide Of Mirth and Gladnesse honor God for ay Who turn'd thy Night into a Sun-shine Day What greater graces to thee could he bring Then grace thy Land with such a gracious King Who lends an eare to euery clients crie Decides his case with princely Grauitie Lycurgus-like hath he prescrib'd his lawes To keepe poore Codrus out of Croesus iawes He succour sends to all opprest by Might Defends true Irus and maintaines his right By him thou reapst the wished fruites of peace And for his sake God giues thee huge increase Of thy fat haruest and thy wel-til'd fields Thy withered Plants do bud and blossome yeelds For Phoebus Lute descants a gladsome note Whereat Time skips and turnes his sable Cote What if th' Almightie had stretch't out his hand To scourge Impietie within thy Land And raz'd thy walles with flat confusion With ciuill broiles and proud Rebellion Then had thy famous Cities gone to wracke And euery towne bene subiect to the sacke Then Rigor would haue rul'd and borne the sway Reason exil'd and banisht quite away Then would the mother dread her dreadlesse child Then spotlesse virgins would haue bene defil'd All these O London to thy extreme paine With present spoile wert likely to sustaine Then hadst thou languisht in th' effusion Of bloudie murther and occision Then Phoebus Lute a Threnos would haue strained And Time with teares his golden vestments stained Me thinke I heare the wailefull weeping cries Of wretched Dames in dreadfull miseries Me thinke I heare the thundring Canons sound Whose bullets gainst the battred walles rebound Me thinke I see huge troupes of glistring shields And coursing Palfreys trampling ore the fields Me thinke I see how souldiers wounded lye With gasping breath and yet they cannot dye But heau'ns great King to thee propitious In lieu of Mars sent graces wonderous Permitting still his Light to shine with thee That thou mightst walke in perspicuitie Romes Minotaure that monstrous enemie To braue Britanniaes peerelesse Progenie In rancor guzled for his annuall food T' imbrue his throate with Innocencies blood Whetting his blacke exacuated fangs To murther sacred soules with tortring pangs Till Albions Theseus with his conquering hand Redeem'd her state from tributarie band And slue this Beast distent with irefull fell Grapling with death in his prodigious cell By Ioues decree reduc'd her Babes away So wan the loue of heau'ns Pasiphaë Adopted England sweet Elysian I le Obserue how God reuiewes with a smile Accumulates a sympathie of ioy To countervaile thy late-sustain'd annoy Remember that twice twentie winters told Thou neuer tastedst of that freezing cold And indigence of true Religion To thee oblig'd by perfect vnion Mercie hath set a supersedeas free On Iustice which conuicts Iniquitie So loth is Heau'n to take reuenge of sin Grants thee more spacious walkes to solace in Reuiues thy saplesse Trees which withering dide Thy wals of Grace with Truth reediside Euen as the Parent educates his child By obsecrations and corrections mild To fraught his soule with filiall reuerence Extenuates Rigor by sweet Indulgence Yet still if he progresse in lusts content Then he inflicts a triple punishment So doth th' Almightie powerfully intice Thy feet to walke in heau'ns faire Paradise And fosters thee with nurcing milke of life Which yeelds an end to endlesse terrene strife His glorious eye Scrutator of thy hart Delighting not to view thy ruthlesse smart Protracts reuenge to thy affections lust As though the Iudge forgetteth to be iust Numbers of daies hast thou possest the light Of his pure Gospell in thee shining bright And now t' enrich thee from his treasures store Hath caus'd it shine farre clearer then before Yet still thou liest in darke Obscuritie Wrapt in the depth of Sensualitie Repugnantly with Aesops frozen Snake Reiects his mercies and his grace forsake Spurning the Clemencie which he hath showne To monstrous crimes deepe transgressions knowne And most perspicuous to his piercing Eye Vindicta's battering gainst the lostie skie Thou sufferedst Vertue in thine iron age To tread the lonelesse path to Hermitage For which his heauie Iudgement foorth did flie To counterchecke that great Solemnitie Which thou esteemedst at so high a rate And consonant with Kings renowmed state Farre dissonant to thy expected Fame Who still aspires to dignifie her name Consider how he hath stretch'd out his hand To scourge the Mother-citie of thy land Breaking her sinewes by diuine Pretence With fierie shafts of feuer Pestilence Withered her Flowers with blasting-venim'daire Driuing her vp-growne Trees to trembling Feare His arrowes sharpe in euery corner flie And euery street did wound outragiously In furie smiting father sonne andall None could eschue the stroke of sudden fall Euen as the Tygresse rauening for her food In furious rage doth range alongst the wood Who in some darksome denne hath long bene pent From meat and sustenance which makes herrent And teare the next shee meeteth by the way As nothing partiall so she gaines a pray Euen so this Plague the Tygresse fierce of heau'n Such lethall wounds such large assaults haue giu'n Consuming seuering midst the hugest throng The youth from age the aged from the young Insatiatly deuour'd in euery place None could persist fore her contagious face O heauie England now behold and see Thy Beautie stricken with the leprosie Of blasphemies imbrac'd without regard To whom the Lord hath sent a iust reward Thy grieuous sins with dreadfull noyse did crie For iust Reuenge vnto his Maiestie Who can both strike and heale preserue and wound Erect thy wals or raze them to the ground How many wonders for thee hath he wrought How many heau'nly Lessons thee hath taught T' asswage thy arrogance suppresse thy hate Yet still thou standest in a fearefull state As he reduc'd his chosen Israell From sauage cruelties of Egypts fell When they were plung'd in perils dangerous At his commaund O wonder maruellous On either side the barking billowes stood Whilst that they marched through the brinie flood When their pursuing foes would them haue slaine Were ouerwhelm'd amidst the troubled Maine Yet did they murmure in the Wildernesse As too vngratefull for their rare successe But heau'ns iust Iudge incens'd with wrathfull ire Powrd foorth his plagues vpon their vaine desire While they tooke repast on their lustfull will Vile venimous beasts their grauer age did kill Euen thus ô England God hath dealt with thee Conducting thee through seas of miserie Redeem'd thy Race from rage of forraine spoile Casting thy foes to base-dishonor'd foile Yet all these graces not incite thy hart With humblenesse to cure thy curelesse smart Demurres thy dayes in dilatorie care Of worldly lusts which Heau'n will neuer spare But in thy heighth of pompe and iolitie The massacring Angell came to visite thee Slaughtring thy people with reuengefull
sword The Harbinger of Death sent from the Lord. These sad euents arose and came to passe As it befell to old Diagoras Who when his sons th' Olympian games had won Casting their garlands in their Trophees done About his necke the mens applauding voyce And rare delight did make his heart reioyce But while his soule repleat with chearefull grace Was stung by Death ere he mou'd from the place Euen so whilst thou in Pleasures gardens stood Thy siluer lakes were turn'd to brookes of bloud Thy flouds of ioyes were turn'd to seas of teares And lightsome Mirth to interrupting Feares Thus cast from top of climing Dignitie Into the depth of darkest miserie The hungrie Earth deuour'd thee vp alas As Corah Dathan and Abiram was Thy Anthemes Trophees and thy Excellence Were swallowed vp by starued Pestilence Thou wert consum'd with Death on euery side As bold Belshazzar was amidst his pride Nought but Threnodiae danc'd amidst thy throng Whereat Time wet his cheekes and slunke along Corrupted London Sinke of Surquedrie Thou that supports this yoke of miserie Impos'd vpon thee by th' Almightie Lord For the reiecting of his sacred word His Minaces brought no remorce to thee But sleptst secure in beds of Luxurie Feeding thy Will with Pleasures lustfull beite Did cast thy Soule the huskes of slie Deceit The Prophet Ionah Troubler of the sea Sent by heau'ns King to sinfull Niniue So soone as he approch'd her streets so wide With vehement speech in vengefull spirit cride O Niniueh thy monstrous facts auoyde In fortie dayes else shalt thou be destroyde Then King and Commons ioyntly did agree With humbled hearts and zealous feruencie In mourning sackcloth seriously to pray The worlds chiefe Iudge his burning wrath to stay The brutish Animals which harmelesse be VVere taxed with this generall penaltie VVith bleeding soules and drearie countenance The glorie of the Highest did aduance Sincerely turning to Submission That he might turne from them Destruction So sweet attonement Mournings did affoord Restrain'd the stroke of his two-edged sword Not fortie dayes but fortie yeares and more Wherein thou mightst thy grieuous sinnes deplore Thousands of Ionahs sent by heau'ns great Lord In thee resolu'd to preach his sacred word Bonarges thundering in euery street Thy deafe-charm'd sins would not his voice regreet But Mole-like plung'd in slauish Lusts content On which the Lord inflicts a punishment As wise Martha the Syrian Prophetesse With Marius caried through his wars successe By Necromancie in her Sacrifice Presag'd the trophees of his victories But once not tolerating her aduice He bought the day too deare with bloudie price So God hath sent his Angels from aboue Still to be resident with his sacred loue Preaching the tidings of celestiall Ioy Which warres nor pestilence can ere destroy He conquered Death and in his conquering brought Life in thy death yet thou setst him at nought Till he in wrath thy stubburnnesse conuicts On grieuous sins most grieuous plagues inflicts Foule noysome crimes in euery corner swarme Deadly-infectious wickednesse doth harme In euery house and loose-led Families Are fostred vp these dainn'd enormities These take their place as chiefe commanding all Amongst thy precepts Oeconomicall Pride Murther Auarice Vsurie Deceipt With sauage Sodomie hels alluring baite Blasting Blasphemie Rape and Crueltie These are the Actors in thy Tragedie Shrowding Tractates of viperous Poperie Vnder the shades of ciuill Pollicie Reiects the tidings of heau'ns Messengers And quite subuerts the sacred Ministers Thy Widowes mourne opprest by cruell might Thy Orphanes weepe dis-franchis'd of their right Thy Trades Mechanicall are tax'd so hie With Rent and Lease they fall to penurie With craft thou grindst the faces of the poore To feed thee fat while they starue at thy doore Thou sitst in silke and costly soft array And viewes thy brother perishing in the way With pinching cold lye shiuering on the ground To sow him coates no Dorcas can be found When thou perceiu'st thy friends Extremitie Traduc'd to Want by Fortunes casualtie Nescio thou ' criest no Mercie canst thou show No streames of Pitie from thy heart will flow To his penurious Lacke no succours sends When wealth declines thy flattering friendship ends Xanthippus dogge condemnes thy sauagenesse Who when his master iourneyed on the seas Swam by his ship euen from the shoarie sand Till he arriu'd in Salamina's land And left him not till he the citie spied With wearied lims then laid him downe and died Thy Friend thou leauest in his deepe Distresse Wrapt in the waues of endlesse Carefulnesse Scorning Compassion no Comfort bring But as the Swallow Herald of the Spring Will sing with vs while Sommers beautie lasts But takes her flight when Winter breath 's his blasts So while his Sommers-flourishing wealth doth flow Most firme in Friendship thou thy selfe wilt show And wilt conuerse in smooth-fram'd words each day Thy toung pronounce suppos'd Apocripha When Fortunes freezing frownes benum his store Thou art a Stranger he thy Friend no more Thus weakest Wants the smallest Succors gaine The nakedst Need the latest Helps obtaine How true is that which may be answered then More kindnesse oft is showne by Dogs the Men. Thou studiest still Inuention to suffice And deckst thy selfe like Protean Prodigies In monstrous shapes and garish rude attire Deuotes thy soule to swelling Prides desire In worldy ioyes consumest euery day With Zeale affoording scarce an houre to pray That christall Ice which lends my bodie light Hath bene dissolu'd to teares depriu'd of sight My hart-strings broke with dolorous complaint My soule hath mourn'd in forcible constraint When I haue ambulated longst the street And oft this Monster haue I chanc'd to meet A Britaine borne bedight Castilian-wise A Ganle in shape a Thuscane in disguise His brauerie lin'd with enuious Pride at least A Man in forme in facts a brutish Beast O that Heraclitus were resident To powre foorth streames of teares in sad lament For Albions virgins who from Grace do slide Surpassing Sions Daughters in their pride Prides shop it selfe full fraught with Fopperie May patterns draw from their Varietie As Helens shape the wofull wracke of Troy Was brauely limned by Apelles boy In rich attire and sumptuous shining gold Yet foule in face not amorous to behold So some resemble Helens picture here That bigly brag in gorgeous garments deare But nothing beautifull to Reasons eye Patch the defects of Natures pouertie Adorne with silkes infuse them with perfumes Like ietting birds bedeckt with others plumes How canst thou thinke thy sins growne vp so hie With haplesse hope t' escape Impunitie Canst thou resolue that God will spare his hand To view such Hydra's fostred in thy Land No no his Wrath consumes like smoking fire Thou liest as Flaxe before his burning ire He 'le crop thee of from full Maturitie And cast thee foorth to bitter Miserie At his command the sword shall ruinate Thy gates shall mourne and streets be desolate Thy Citie grone enthral'd with deepe distresse
And Iim howle within thy Pallaces Satyres and Apes shall dance within thy bowers Ostriges and Scrich owles crie in ruinous towers No voyce of man on thy wals shalt thou heare Nor light of lampe in any house appeare Heau'ns grant thy heart t' affect and feare this so As that thou neuer feele or tast this Wo. Thy children deare in their quotidian sport Blasphemously the name of God extort Their battring oaths against the heau'ns rebound This hideous noise in house and street doth sound They scoffe Elisha in decrepit age With arrogance reuile the graue and sage Till Ioue sent foorth a she-Beare from his wood To gormandize on their decocted bloud How earnestly thou striu'st for their defence To curbe them from contagious Pestilence For their soules health thou neuer takest care Such as the Parents such the Children are Thy Trades-men watch to vndermine each other And early rise to circumuent their brother In buying selling traffiquing for gaines By which poore Truth impouerishment sustaines Thy head-strong Seruants impudently stray From sin to sin vpon the Sabbath day Heaping vp Mischiefes on themselues and thee Plucke on their heads earths iust Calamitie These are the swords of Desolation These are the Agents in subuersion These are contagious Plagues diseased foule These are the sores and botches of thy soule These are ordures which noysomnesse affoord Vp to the nosthrils of the glorious Lord These are the Scourges of thy leud offence These are th'Inductors of heau'ns Pestilence O London then what terror wert to see Thy streets exempt of popularities And nought but cries and dolefull horrors yeeld Ore-growne with grasse as in the verdant field The master from his seruant snatch'd away The seruant from his master bearing sway The children fatherlesse each where were found The fathers childlesse in deepe Dolor drown'd The husband from his neare-espoused wife The trustfull friend bereaued of his life No kinsman scaping to interre his brother Not one scarce left to mourne and weepe for other Thy tender Virgins sprung from Natures grace Who once adorn'd and beautifide the face Of all thy streets with rosiall visage bright As splendant Stars a cleare and glorious Night Besmear'd their pure and proper Lineaments With scalding Sighs and pitifull Complaints Their Feature deck't with diffidentall Feares And drown'd in salt vncessant-flowing Teares Thy Youth howl'd out amaz'd themselues to see Bereft of Vigor and Validitie Thy ramparts mouln'd thy gates condol'd their state Because no stranger ingresse sought thereat To view thy stately Towers at solemne Feasts Replenish'd then with Owles and lothsome Beasts Thy paths breath'd sighes which did vntrampled lie No huge Recourse or Concourse walk'd thereby Nor scarce one foot-step figured on their face But clinging Brambles did vsurpe their place Thy streets which once with gloriousnesse did show Kneel'd as Homagers to solitarie We Where noble States obtain'd most free accesse Resembled then the vast of Wildernesse Thy selfe dist weepe yea weep in mournfull wise And faire Aurora visited with thy cries And from thy bitter anguish could not cease When Vesper drew to his declining ease Each bird and beast with tranquile sleepe possest When Night appear'd imbrac'd their vsuall rest But thou consumdst the day in deepe Complaints Disturbdst the night with loathsome Languishments Thy Eyes like two deepe Fountaines ay did run Whose brinie springs and streames could not be done Thy friends admir'd at thy diseases fowle As fluttring birds flie wondring bout the Owle Amidst thy griefes thy Louers thee forsake Fled from thy sight as from an Aspe or Snake Thy foes reioyc'd at this confusion Vsing these termes with proud derision Is this that Mirror reuerenced with dutie Surnam'd The full perfection of BEAVTIE Then hiss'd with hate and clapt their hands to see Thy Glorie spurn'd by pale Perplexitie Thus Wo was drawne thy badge and Want thy crest And hungrie Famine did thy skirts inuest For shee 's the hand-maid of Calamitie Attending still on common Miserie Thy tender infants young did gaspe halfe-dead In mothers armes for indigence of bread Thy worthie Magistrates high-growne in age Expected viols of Ioues ardent rage To be powr'd foorth vpon them from aboue To notattending on his sacred loue Grizly Thanatos slinked through each street Waiting t' arrest each person he did meet Dragging him headlong to his centred caue Out of whose mouth no man himselfe can saue In harsh discordant sound each banefull Bell Rung foorth a Requiem with his dolefull knell No Prospect opposite to thy blear'd eyes But horrors howlings mournings weepings cries These are externall Plagues to secret sin And most transparant to entrap thee in O these will driue each heart to hideous grones Though most inflexible as flintie stones The constellation of the twinkling starres Nor the foure Humors with discordant iarres The reuolution of Comets bright Nor corrupt Meteors blasting in the night Nor yet the welking of a Pleni-lune From whence some do the cause of death assume Nor distillations exhal'd by the Sunne Falling in mists when Vesper hath begunne To draw his sable Curtaines ore the skie Could be th' Efficient of this Miserie No secundarie Cause nor all of these Discuss'd at large in Ephymerides These are but Meanes manag'd by heau'ns great King Though without meanes he comprehends each thing Alas the venime of thy soules offence Poyson'd thy flesh with viprous Pestilence Phisitians Skill nor Galens learned Art To whom the Heau'ns deepe Secrecies impart Could rightly censure or discerne with eye The nature of this venimous Qualitie Strange are thy plagues far stranger are thy crimes Most strangely nourished in these moderne Times Therefore the thought of this deuouring Smart With feare may penetrate each Christians heart Deepe sad Remorse may aggrauate each one To waile his sins with sad Contrition T' admire this Plague with lamention Lament in faith with admiration Deeming his age the length of Natures span A Monarch now to morrow not a Man Thou that didst flie from Heau'ns consuming spoile To stand secure within the countries soile Know that this Plague deuour'd from East to West God striketh where and when he seemeth best The thirstie Sword doth watch without the gate Within the wals fierce Peftilence laies waite And boundlesse Famine which tormenteth all No path lies straight to shun their deadly thrall Thy firme-built walles thy viands house and ground Wherein thou wertst inuelloped around Thy purged Aires and pleasant Pallaces Could not protect thee from this darke Distresse If thou shouldst run vp to the mountaines steepe Downe to the wildernesse and deserts deepe Resoluing there to dwell secure and free He can pursue thee there with Miserie His Messengers more volatile then Thought Fore thou canst thinke such Accidents are wrought In Sions Songs then Dauid singeth well Heau'n can ore-take me if I runne to hell When thou resolud'st by flight to scape his hand Thy life and state in deepest dangers stand Like the Viator trauelling by the way Who meetes a Beare out-ranging for her prey
tranquile Calme to surging seas of Cares From silent Mansion to a masse of Snares But rather wish in darke Obliuion cast Without a Being then on Earth be plac'd To gaze vpon the Suns bright Orient His Beames Meridian course and Occident The worlds delights would hold in spitefull scorne Intirely wishing he should ne're be borne This was obserued by the Drausians And as an Axiome high decretall stands That when a Babe from fruitfull wombe did rise Would mourne weepe and lament in wondrous wise For that they knew he was brought foorth to stand In this fraile Orbe as on the shiuering sand Readie to sinke into the depth of Feares Enuiron'd round with intricate Despaires But when one died then gladly they reioyce With rauishing Musicks-simphonizing voice In this respect they held him then set free From out the vale of cankred Miserie Thus Man by Nature is conceiu'd in wo From generatiue Seed continues so Still turn'd about with Times soft motion Disturbed-wise as Sysiphus rolles his stone Or boyling Eurypus which hurles along With neuer-ceassing Agitation Fast marching forward like a Souldier braue Yet step by step descends fast to his graue Till the last trauell of his mother Earth Shall purge him with regeneratiue Birth But in earths warre prepare heau'ns furniture That in thy death of life thou maist be sure As Nauigators first forgo the sight Of friends and next of cities faire and bright And finally lanch out from banke and shore With resolution ne're to see them more So Man 's depriued first of Infancie Next of his Youth and strong Virilitie In fine out-worne with his vnwealdie Age Loseth the sight of this Orbes spacious stage When hoarie Eld his stooping backe doth bend With concau'd eyes viewes then his rest and end Thus pedetentim Man exhales his breath If not preuented by immediate Death Euen as the Dials shade depos'd from Rest In one dayes space doth course from East to West By circumuersion slily passeth by Gradatim wise yet not discern'd with Eye So Man craules on twixt earth and heau'ns bright raies Towards the west and welking of his daies Yet knowes not when grim Death shall stop the race Of his lifes houres mouing with gentle pace As nothing is more sure then losse of Breath So nought's vnsurer then the kinds of Death Aeterna Lex hath sacredly described From whence th' euent of Life and Death 's deriued A generall vniformall path from Wombe But various by-waies to the graue and tombe As diuers ships lanch from one port and deepe Yet sundrie waies vpon the Surges sweepe Some bound for East to frost-bit Scythia Others for West to faire America Some subiect faile to Austers briefe controules Others range through breeme Boreas frozen poles So all atchieuc one entrance from their birth But various passage to their grandam Earth How many plunge to tristall timelesse fall As may appeare by proofes Authenticall By Murther Shipwracke Beasts Eluuion By Fire by Sword by Wars confusion By Famine Pestilence Earths Miserie By wondrous Accidents throwne downe from hie By Thundring Lightning Tempests that arise By desperate Sprites and damned Fallacies By Ioy by Penurie by Wealth by Wo Some apprehend vnnaturall ouerthrow By Nonnage Youth Old-age some strangely hie To the darke Mansion of Obscuritie Young Drusus Pompey Claudius lineall heire Amidst his sport was choaked with a Peare Eurypides was torne with dogs alone Anacreon stifled with a Raisins stone And Catulus pursuing timelesse death With stinking smoke did suffocate his breath When Marius souldiers swiftly did pursue Imbrac'd this death a better to eschue Valerius Carus Emp'rors great through might Perished by thunder and celestiall Light Plinie was burnt by wondrous fires that blaz'd From mount Vesuvius whereon still he gaz'd To comprehend the nature of that light Wherewith his dayes were consumated quite And hundreds mo which might in tragicke verse Be instanced too tedious to rehearse Thus various stands Times imminent turne of Men They know to die yet know not where nor when The heau'ns bright Eye knowes whē t' include his raies But Man knowes not the Vesper of his daies So whether thou incline to Good or Ill Or frame thy heart to Natures wilfull Will Or plant such trees which bring foorth bitter fruit In thy Soules soyle following with hote pursuit Earths soure-sweet Pleasures various in their tasts Yet still thy Lampe combusts thy lifes Oyle wasts Wheeling about with blasts of whirle-wind Time To Deaths darke den of dust and putride slime Admit thou reapst Youths flourishing verdant flours And ouer-runne the glasse of Nestors houres Yet at the last Lifes roote will withered be And stocke traduc'd to grosse Morositie The Sap once dried Life instantly is gone Euen as a Dreame or Apparition And as greene fruites by ripenesse fall from tree Or sparkes which of themselues extinguish'd be So Nature must thy fruitlesse branches send To the succincting Period of their end Then let this Dish be seru'd last at thy Feast Memento mori VIR incertus est He that his Soule to sinfulnesse doth bend Let him recount the Sorrowes of his End Whē heau'ns shril Trump shal rowze him frō his sleep And Goates sequestred from the harmlesse Sheepe Before the generall ludge shall he be brought To plead Peccaui for each triuiall Thought Like as his life shall be his Death and end VVhat Death abandons Iudgements apprehend VVhat Life and Death in Good or Ill defrayes The Iudge in iudgement to his Soule repayes Heau'ns work-men then their wages shall be paid VVhen slouthfull slugs in Dungèon shall be laid VVhere Fire shall burne yet not consume them quite Nor to their comfort yeeld them any Light There shall they die in life and liue to die Such Horrors waité on hels Eternitie O London meekely prostrate on thy knee Fore heau'ns great King with pure Sinceritie Reuolue his praise Creator of that Day VVherein the Organs of thy Senses play VVho hath preseru'd thee from Sedition From thirstie Sword and staru'd Occision Better it is a thousand times for Sin To fall into the hands of God then men For brunt of fierie Wars are mercilesse But God in mercie will thy woes redresse This caus'd the princely Prophet wars refuse By inspiration Pestilence did chuse Thou that art poisoned with this fierce disease And fierie torments furiously increase If all externall Remedies were gone Haue thou recourse to heau'ns Phisition Perfume the inward roomes of thy Desites With sauours sweet and holy-heated Fires Moisten thy couch with reares for thy offence To quench the flames of burning Pestilence Sing sadly foorth to Heau'n this sacred Dittie Thus stirre Iehoua to soules-sauing pitie If thou shouldst search the poysoned heart of man If thou in ludgement shouldst his indgements scan If thou shouldst view how vile his Nature is If thou shouldst notice take what 's done amisse Then would his name be written in the aire Then would Obliuion wrap him in Despaire Then would he ne're atchieue Heau'ns crowning Fame Then
vpon the high confronting mount He fram'd a Doue of wood by Art so rate That for some space perpended midst the aire Seeming aliue and counterpois'd so right Was thought to flie most strange to humane sight So shall thy Muses from sweet Sapience Infuse their Thoughts with powerfull Influence The learn'd Thalia that doth on Pernasse dwell Shall Nectar quaffe from Aganyppe's well That they with deepe Designes may moue delight Beyond the motions of sharpe Reasons sight From midst their Rarities shall Caliope sing Great King of kings protect king IAMES our King Now genious Muse drinke of Castalian Springs Then soare aloft with swift Pegasian wings And mounting Euolence to th'ingenious braine There bid thy turret-climing sprite remaine Suruiue thy Thoughts ere all the Musick 's done With Pallas daunce in this Idilion Let Phoebus rauishing Lute thy Musicke be Salute great Pan with this Panygerie Diuine Apollo Harbinger to Ioue To Earth descend from mouing sphaeres aboue With thy bright Chariot by proud Eôus led Where heau'nly Queenes are high enthronized That they as Guards may waite with rare delight On Albions Caesars royalized sprite Let faire Sophia seate the chiefest part In the Bed-chamber of his peerelesse heart That by conuerse she may pure Motions lend From whence all Motions draw successefull end Let louely Phronesis with cleare Diamonds dight Be euer resident fore his Princely sight Feeding with her bright Shine his piercing Eye To search the drifts of wresting Sophistrie So sincere Truth shall chieue the vpper hand Ore-topping Vice while she amaz'd doth stand Let Melôs tune her siluer-sounding Song Within the groues of his minds Motion That Heau'ns Astraea sacred queene of Grace Iust measures there may tread with loftie trace Soter vnsheath thy neuer-danted sword Strike downe-right Blowes as full-eyes can affoord With strict attendance on his right side stand Mercy on left t' asswage thy rigorous hand And counterpoise thy scales with Paritie Reiecting squint-eyed Partialitie Then shall thy Deitie be ador'd of all Congratulated both of great and small As bright-eyed Eôus Don Phoebus Page Attends his Maisters sweating Pilgrimage Sliding vpright with burning flames accrude To his Meridian climing altitude And then descends till his hote taske be done Towards the Wests extracted Horizon So let these glorious Empresses attend Vpon his Acts from Alpha to the end That by their Conduct he may view the way To dignifie his Throne and Scepter sway Pursuing still his princely Thoughts with speed That their rich fruites th' Euent may alwaies feed As ' Numa was suppos'd to spend each day In deepe conuersing with Egeria By whose aduice he constituted Lawes Consorting to the Vulgar sorts applause So by sweet Conference with all of these Shall he prescribe his Lawes Acts and Decrees Which in their good Successe shall stand vpright Fore mightie Ioue fore Heau'n and humane sight Then Albion thou abundantly increase In Wealth Tranquilitie and ioy full Peace For that 's true Peace which Ius to kingdomes brings Kings subiect to their Lawes not Lawes to Kings Now Mercurie surnam'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Plume thy light wings make hast no time delay Be swifter then Palladius Persian That through the Romaine Confines quickly ran To Theodosius where he did remaine Shewing The Romaines had the Persians slaine Desist not then if thou wilt purchase name To thrust this Motto in the chaps of Fame Al-seeing Ioue faire Albions isle hath blest With a renowmed King and tranguile Rest. Whose Vertue glistering from his stately Throne Giues sight vnto his Substitutes each one Euen as the Sun with his transcendent Light Tiends all the twinkling Candles of the Night Faire Phoebe daunce on Ganges argent streames Dan Titan laugh with bright-reflecting Beames Protract thy course from burning Ida's hill Commaund thy burnisht coach to wander still Vnder the starrie Round and third Degree Till Earth be crown'd with Angels dignitie Great Court of Heau'n thy Synode counite T' adorne his heart with crownes of true Delight That neighbour-kings admiring at his state His Princely steps may striue to imitate And that by Soueraigne blisse his Raigne may be A rare Memoriall to Eternitie O blisfull Concord bred in Heau'ns pure brest For Albions sacred and assured Rest By Ioue who rules the restlesse ranging skie By thy Decree that glorious power doth lie With sweet Accord to keepe the pugnant stars And each foule Planet from disastrous wars Celestiall Ens that Earths Ens fram'd of nought And by Creation Light from Darknesse brought Thou that refin'd those vitall Elements From the confused Chaos quintessence By whom we liue respire moue stand and be Compounded of indifferent Qualitie Thou that commandst Heau'ns Axletree to moue Vpon the distant Poles the Sphaeres aboue To turne with measured Course and neuer stay From Agitation neither Night nor Day Yet in the midst Earth hast thou fram'd so fast That shall perdure till Heau'ns huge Frame doth wast Thou art that First and last things dost pretend Yet sans Beginning and without an End Thy glorious Power doth comprehend each one Yet comprehended canst thou be of none Thou didst prepare the mountaine Ararat When the wide World in blind-fold Deluge sate To entertaine the waue-tost Arke with Rest From whence each Kind abundantly increast In thee in thee such powerfull glorie bides From thee such Lenitie and Friendship slides As may commaund this Vniuerse to bend As mortall Ens can neuer comprehend By thy Decree the lustie Cedars spring The bloomie Ver abundant fruites doth bring Thou dost increase the grouth of Sommers seed For to supply the breeme-fac'd Winters need Thou dost inspire the hearts of peerelesse Peeres In ripening Youth to chuse their flourishing Feeres And looke how fast to Death Man payes his due So fast againe dost thou his Stocke renue As by this President Albion now may see Who doth inioy IAMES royall Maiestie To whom I wish long long and happie Raigne Wherein he may the Gospell pure maintaine Old Nestors yeares ô Heau'ns let him excell And be a Father graue in Israel Grant sacred Ioue his royall Stocke to stand His Branch to flourish in faire Albions Land So long as Titan treades Heau'ns siluer tracke To analize Times compleat Zodiacke Till Time himselfe leaue turning of his cote And Phoebus cease to strike Time rauishing note Thus each true English heart sincerely pray And he that seekes his Person to betray Fierce Proserpina with her Daughters three Shall dragge his soule to cole-blacke Tartarie To fearefull Hades or the darkest Hell Where nought but Diuels and damned Spirits dwell Meane time my genious Muse this Note shall sing Heau'ns prosper IAMES the Britons lawfull King CECINI Nuncibo intereà Pernassi in rupibus altis Donec Musa iterum in beat me exire latebo PASTORALL PANEGYRICKS Iacobo Regiaeterna Gloria In Winters wracke the torrents rage and flow And sheapheards forc'd to leaue their pleasant rockes Cold-wrinkled furrowes seated in his brow Out bids them driue their weather-beaten Flockes But mightie Pan commannds a Cedar spring Out of whose roote faire-flourishing Branches grow Rising in heighth Heau'ns Quire about him sing Each loftie Oake doth pure Alleigeance show Graze now ye tender Lambes skip and repast In fruitfull Groues vnder this Cedar shroud Esteeme not of fierce AEolus blustring blast Turne not from fields when mists bright Titan cloud Eager Phaea the wild Cremonian Sow Rauening abroad and searching for her prey Nought can obtaine but dreadfull ouerthrow As Flocks suruine she surfets in decay Great Cedar spread in lasting glorie spring Leaues Viburnes Flowers All shall sing thy praise Our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Astraea's King Recrown'd be thou with neuer-fading Baies In Albions Groue flourish thy royall Bloud As long as Riuers flow and Cedars bud Astra Deo nil maius habent nil Caesare terra Sic Caesar terras vt Deus astra regat Anna valeat Regina Astraea peeping from the skie Nymphs and Satyres gaz'd to spie Nature worke her owne Despaire And foile her selfe to frame that Faire Vp Flockes and dance pipe rusticke Swaines All fragrant flowers adorne the plaines Loe Astraea comes at hand Euer Lucina by her stand Astraea glideth from the aire To guild the Groues she fairest Faire Reuiues the Plants recures the Sprayes Eternall be her Crowne of Bayes Gaze may the Sun with splendant Bright In darke doth she surpasse his Light Now sweet Muses ye behold Astraea trip on earthly Mold Semper virescas Henricus Princeps vivat Ho Syluanes Nymphs leape from your siluer lake Erect your viols fil'd with golden praise Now Satyres sing your Cynicke Cels far sake Rodanus thy madide beard from Riuers raise In sweet agree Come sing with me Vnto that Starre that deignes to glide these waies Sweet Flora now imbellish thy faire Bowers Paris thou shepheards Ioy Heau'ns musicke bring Reuolue thy Lils tripping amongst these flowers Infuse rare Tunes and rurall Paeans sing Note his bright Face Combin'd with Grace Eccho with Aues bid the mountaines ring Phoebus intraile him with thy golden ray So fragrant Clores Sommers verdant Queene Vnto his Progresse thy vert shades display Inuellop him around with Chaplets greene Vnto this Shrine All ioyes diuine To Heau'n a Sun to earth a Load-starre seene Sempersplendescas ἘΠΙΜΕΛΩΔΕΣ Laeta sit ista Dies totumque canenda per orbē Qua Princeps nobis Rexque IACOBVS erit Plebs pia cumque pia laetetur plebe Senatus Redde Deo grates ANGLIA tota tuo Attulit illa Dies fessis miserisque Leuamen Et Lumen caecis attulitilla Dies Tempora temporibus mutantur tristia laetis Succedunt summis Gaudia summa Malis FINIS * Semper lachrimabat Qui Dro repugnant * Midnight * The Geddesse of Mirth * Wisdome * Prudēce * Concord * Iustice * Day-star * Light-soot * Roma