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A11395	Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester; Sepmaine. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Pibrac, Guy du Faur, seigneur de, 1529-1584. Quatrains. English.; La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618. Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 21651; ESTC S110823	556,900	1,016

whom he hath erected aboue vs and aboue all things not to abuse the law of humane hospitality and other holy bands for to giue place to these frenetike opinions so to abolish a pretended tyranny I haue also to warne thee of two different sorts of men of the which one sort is so depraued that they can heare nothing but that which is altogether prophane and the other is so supersticious that they make conscience not onely to write but also to read of holy things in verse as though that the measure and iointure of syllabes were so constrained as it were vnpossible to keepe the sense vnperuerted or at least not excessiuely obscured Now if I perceiue that this my first assay may bee to thee agreeable I shall continue more gladly my newe commenced race in such sort that thou shalt not repent thine indulgence nor I my passed pains But if contrarie fall in time to come I wil be ware to lày out my smalpack in this ample Theatre of France where there is almost as many Iudgements as beholders A Dieu GSSDB The Argument of the whole Historie of Iudith AFter that the Children of Israel were deliuered from captiuitie and returned to their land the Citty of Ierusalem reedified the Temple builded and prepared to the seruice of the Lord the multitude of the people being scattered in sundry towns and places of the Land where they liued in peaceable rest the Lord knowing man to be negligent of GOD and his saluation chiefly when he liues at ease and all things frames vnto his fraile desire to th' end that his people should not fal in such an inconuenience would exercise them with a feareful affliction and temptation sending vpon their Countrey an army so great in number and puissance that made the whole earth to tremble This expedition was vnder the Persian Monark named in the historie Nebuchadnezar which neuerthelesse is not his right name His chiefe Lieutenant generall and Conducter of the whole Armie was Holophernes who wheresoeuer hee came ouerthrewe all religion permitting none to inuocate or acknowledge any other God but Nebuchadnezar his Maister whome hee enforced to constitute and establish for the onely God So entred hee Iudea with intent to destroy it all which the people perceiuing and that his power was so great that no nation could resist him and also knowing his cruell hatred were sore affraied and almost driuen to extreame desperation seeing none other thing present before them but ruine and destruction And this the Lord suffered to showe in time his worke to bee more wonderfull For the people being humbled and hauing called to the Lord for mercie and succour at his hand hee both heard and succoured them at neede The meane was not through strength or stoutnesse of some worthy Captaine but by the hand of Iudith a tender feeble woman to the shame of this most proud and cruell tyrant and all his heathen hoste For shee cut off his head put all his campe to slight destroyed his men of Armes in such wise that they fled here and there and seeking to saue their liues left all their tentes and baggage Thus the Lorde by the weake and those that are not regarded makes his workes admirable By one selfe meane hee saued his owne and executed his iustice against his enemies In which wee haue to consider his singular ptouidence and goodnesse and the care which he hath in especiall for his faithfull and all his whole Church This Historie is intituled by the name of Iudith because it containes the narration of her great vertues and for that the Lorde vsed her as an instrument for the deliuerance of his people It is not certaine who was the first Author hereof neuerthelesse the reading of it hath beene receiued in the Church for the doctrine and vtility of the same THE SVMMARIE OF The I. BOOKE HOLOPHERN●● Lieutenant generall and chief of the army of Nebuch●dnezza● K o● the Assyrians was in the fielde for to subdue diuers people and amongst others the Iewes All the Nation is seazed with great feare for the cruelties committed by the enemy Then as it fals out ●n bruits of war al the whole people were troubled som sauing themselues in corners for feare others attending in great perplexity some sad and Tragicall ende the last sort calls vpon God This while IOACHIM the chiefe Priest gouerned the people h● by his letters and expresse commandement recalls those that were fled and scattered and made them returne to Ierusalem where in presence of the Le●its hee made sacrifice earnest prayer vnto God to withdrawe his ire and to bee mercifull to his people which done he enters in counsell and requires his Princes to consult vpon the cause and consider what i● most 〈◊〉 and to preferre the loue of Gods law and the count● i● before all priuate things the first that gainstands this exhortation is an hypocrite and fauourer of the enemy who giues coūsell to render them to HOLOPHERNE● calling him a Prince gratious to those that applauds to him and inuincible in battell to those that dare resist him But the second Lord replying ●●alously againe detecteth his false hypocri●ie and carelesse securitie exposing the people to the mercy of a barbarous godless enemy before the duty they ought to their God and their countrey and to establish in place of the true God a wicked N●MROD con●ummat in all impiety and wickednes to abolish all vertue and godlinesse For he proues that if the nations should be rooted out for the right religiō God should be more honored in the death of the Iewes then in their liues and that it is more worthy to die Hebrewes then to liue infidels and free men then slaues Shortly that they ought to prefer honor and duty before feare and a vaine hope to prolong their dolefull dayes This reply encouraged all the a●●ist●ts wherof IOACHIM gaue thankes to God and resoluing himselfe vpon a iust defence for the onseruation of the seruice of God and the freedome of his nation and the liues of the innocent against this villanous inuatision wise by de●a●●ed the regiments of towns to persons conuenient who past to their ●●●igned places each one preparing according to their power vnto the warre with courage paine and diligence The first Booke of Iudith I Sing the vertues of a valiant Dame Propositiō summe of this worke Who in defence of Iacob ouercame Th' Assyria● Prince and slew that Pagan stout Who had beset Bethulia walles about O thou who kept thine Izak from the thrall Inuocation of the true God Of infidels and steeld the courage small Of feeble Iudith with a manly strength With sacred furie fill my heart at length And with thy Holy spirit my spirit enspire For matter so diuine Lord I require No humain stile but that the Reader may Great profit reape I ioy thou praise alway And since in vulgar verse I prease to sing Dedicatiō of the Author altred by the

for their Deities Gods made with hands Gods without life or breath Gods which the Rust Fier Hammer conquereth But thou art Lord th' invincible alone Th' All-seeing GOD the Everlasting ONE And who so dares him gainst thy Powr oppose Seems as a Puff which roaring Boreas blowes Weening to tear the Alps off at the Foot Or Clowds-prop Athos from his massie Root Who but mis-speaks of thee he spets at Heav'n And his owne spettle in his face is driven Lord shew thee such take on thee the Defence Of thine owne glory and our innocence Cleer thine owne name of blame let him not thus Tryumph of Thee in tryumphing of vs But let ther Lord vnto thy Church appear Iust Cause of Ioy and to thy Foes of fear God hears his Cry and from th' Empyreal Round Miraculous slaughter of the Assirians He wrathfull sends a winged Champion down Who richly arm'd in more than humane Arms Mowes in one night of Heathen men at Arms Thrice-three-score thousand and five thousand more Feld round about beside behinde before Heer his two eyes which Sun-like brightly turn Simile Two armed Squadrons in a moment burn Not much vnlike vnto a fier in stubble Which sodain spreading still the flame doth double And with quick succour of som Southren blasts Crick-crackling quickly all the Country wastes Heer the stiff Storm that from his mouth he blowes Thousands of Souldiers each on other throwes Simile Even as a Winde a Rock a sodain Flood Bears down the Trees in a side-hanging Wood Th' Yew overturns the Pine the Pine the Elm The Elm the Oak th' Oak doth the Ash ore-whelm And from the top down to the Vale belowe The Mount's dis-mantled and even shamed so Heer with a Sword such as that sacred blade For the bright Guard of Eden's entry made He hacks he hews and somtimes with one blowe A Regiment hee all at once doth mowe And as a Cannon's thundrie roaring Ball Simile Battering one Turret shakes the next withall And oft in Armies as by proof they finde Kils oldest Souldiers with his very winde The whiffing Flashes of this Sword so quick Strikes dead a many which it did not strike Heer with his hands he strangles all at-once Legions of Foes O Arm that Kings dis-throans O Army-shaving Sword Rock-razing Hands World-tossing Tempest All-consuming Brands O let som other with more sacred fier Than I inflam'd into my Muse inspire The wondrous manner of this Overthrowe The which alas God knowes I little knowe I but admire it in confused sort Conceiue I cannot and much less report Com-on Zenacherib where 's now thine Hoast Where are thy Champions Thou didst lately boast Th' hadst in thy Camp as many Soldiers As Sea hath Fishes or the Heav'ns haue Stars Now th' art alone and yet not all alone Fear and Despair and Fury wait vpon Thy shame-full Flight but bloody Butcher stay Stay noysom Plague fly not so fast away Fear not Heav'ns Fauchin that foul brest of thine Shall not be honor'd with such wounds divine Nor shalt thou yet in timely bed decease No Tyrants vse not to Depart in Peace As bloud they thirsted they are drown'd in blood Their cruell Life a cruell Death makes good For O iust Iudgement lo thy Sons yer-long Zenacherib slain by his owne sonnes At Nisroch's Shrine revenge the Hebrews wrong Yea thine owne Sons foul eggs of fouler Bird Kill their owne Father sheath their either sword In thine owne throat and heirs of all thy vices Mix thine owne bloud among thy Sacrifices This Miracle is shortly seconded By one as famous and as strange indeed It pleas'd the Lord with heavy hand to smight King Ezechiah who in dolefull plight Ezekiah's sicknesse Vpon his bed lies vexed grieuously Sick of an Vlcer past all remedy Art fails the Leach and issue faileth Art Each of the Courtiers sadly wayles a-part His losse and Lord Death in a mourn-ful sort Through every Chamber daunteth all the Court And in the City seems in every Hall T' haue light a Taper for his Funerall Then Amos * The Prophet Isaiah Son his bed approaching pours From plentious lips these sweet and golden showrs But that I knowe you knowe the Lawes Divine But that your Faith so every-where doth shine But that your Courage so confirm'd I see I should my Liege I should not speak so free A comfortable Visitation of the sicke I would not tell you that in continent You must prepare to make your Testament That your Disease shall haue the vpper hand And Death already at your Door doth stand What fears my Lord Knowe you not heer beneath We alwayes say I towards the Port of Death Where who first anch'reth first is glorified That 't is Decreed confirm'd and ratified That of necessity the fatall Cup. Once all of vs must in our turn drink vp That Death 's no pain but of all pains the end The Gate of Heav'n and Ladder to ascend That Death 's the death of all our storms and strife And sweet beginning of immortall Life For by one death a thousands death's we slay Thear-by we rise from Body-Toomb of Clay Thear-by our Soules feast with celestiall food Thear-by we com to th' heav'nly Brother-hood Thear-by w' are chang'd to Angels of the Light And face to face behold Gods beuties bright The Prophet ceast and soon th' Isaacian Prince Deep apprehending Death's drad form and sense Vnto the Wall-ward turns his weeping eyes And sorrow-torn thus to himself he cries Lord I appeal Lord as thine humble childe A Prayer for a sick person mutatis mutandis From thy iust Iustice to thy Mercy milde Why will thy strength destroy a silly-one Weakned and wasted even to skin and bone One that adores thee with sincere affection The wrack of Idols and the Saints protection O! shall the Good thy servant had begun For Sion rest now by his death vndon O! shall a Pagan After-king restore The Groues and Idols I haue raz'd before Shall I dye Childe-les Shall thine Heritage In vain exspect that glorious golden Age Vnder thy CHRIST O! mercy mercy Lord O Father milde to thy dear Childe accord Som space of life O! let not Lord the voice Of Infidels at my poor death reioyce Then said the Seer Be of good cheer my Liege The Kings praier heard and his life prolonged 15 yeares Thy sighes and tears and prayers so be siege The throne of Pitty that as pierçt with-all Thy smyling Health God yieldeth to re-call Wills to his Temple three dayes hence thou mount Retracts his Sentence and corrects his count Makes Death go back for fifteen yeers as lo This Dial's shadow shal heer back-ward go His Word 's confirm'd with wonderfull Effect The Sunne goes backe For lo the Dial which doth houres direct Life's-guider Daye's-divider Sun's-Consorter Shadow's dull shifter and Time's dumb Reporter Puts-vp-again his passed Houres perforce And back-ward goes against his wonted course 'T is Noon at Mid-night and

their learning fits To sing of nought but lyes and loues and wanton Theames False sooth-sin flatteries and idle Fairie dreames Then turning towards those that fill'd with holier flame For onely obiect choose th' Eternalls sacred name These chiefly I admire whose honourable browes Disdain the fained crowne of fading Laurel boughes Then full-gorg'd with the sweets of such a dainty feast Prickt forward with desire to imitate the best Oft-times I exercise this Art-les Muse of mine To sing in holy Verse some argument diuine One while to praise my God for all receiued good Another while to beg that in his deere Sons blood My black sinnes he will wash and that he will not waigh At his high Iustice beame how I haue gone a-stray Sometimes these wretched times to pittie and deplore Wherein the wicked ones do flourish more and more Sometime to waile the State of sad distressed Sion Imploring to her aide the Tribe of Iudah's Lion If any other Theame at any time I take Yet neuer doth my Verse the setled bounds forsake That Veritie prescribes nor now no more disguise The vgly face of sinne with maske of painted lies And though that heeretofore I also in my time Haue writ Loues vanities in loose and wanton r●me 'T was as a whet-stone that whereon I whet my stile Yer it were ably-apt ought grauer to compile Yet I repent thereof for we must neuer tend To bring by euill meanes a good intent to end When as my wearie spirits some relaxation aske To recreate the same I take some other taske One while vpon the Lute my nimbleioints I plie Then on the Virginalls to whose sweet harmonie Marrying my simple voice in solemne Tunes I sing Some Psalme or holy Song vnto the heauenly King So that the idlest houre of all the time that flies So fast is neuer free from some good exercise Where in I ioy as much as euer I haue done In the most choise delights found vnderneath the Sun But you can neuer walke nor goe to take the aire Nor once looke out of doore be weather ne're so faire But there in solitude you lead your life alone Bard from the fellowship of almost euery one Which doubtles at the last must grieue you needs I thinke A man that neuer thirsts hath neuer need of drinke So though I be bereft these other things you speake of I misse nor minde them not as things I neuer reake of For I haue school'd my heart since my captiuitie To wish for nothing els but what is graunted me And what is graunted me contents me passing well In each condition doth some contentment dwell But men of differing states haue difference in delights What pleaseth common eyes that irketh Princes sights What rashlings do delight that sober men despise What fooles take pleasure in doth but offend the wise What prosperous people loath afflicted folke will loue And what the free abhorr that prisoners will approue But all haue equally indifferent power to make Them equally content that can them rightly take For whoso presently himselfe can rightly beare Hath neither passed ill nor future ill to feare Th' one which is now no more ought now no more affray-vs Th' other which is not yet as little can dismay-vs For what no essence hath that also hath no might And that which hath no power can do a man no spight Besides sith that our life is but a pilgrimage Through which we dayly passe to th' heauenly heritage Although it seeme to thee that these my bands do let me Yet haste I to the goale the which my God hath set me As fast as thou that runst thy selfe so out of breath In poasting night and day by dales and hills and heath If thou haue open fields and I be prisoner T'mporteth me no more then to the mariner Whether he go to sea shipt in some spacious arke Or els at lesser scope aboord some lesser barke Nay heer the least is best sith this vast Ocean wide Whereon we daily saile a thousand rocks doth hide Gainst which the greater ships are cast-away full oft While small boats for the most float ouer safe aloft Then may I well conclude with reason and assurance That there 's no better state then to be kept in durance A sweeter kind of life I neuer prou'd then there Nor was I euer toucht with lesser griefe and c●re If that I care at all it is for others cause And for the miseries this times corruption drawes But being well a●●ur'd that nothing heere ●●●●deth Against Gods ordinance and will that all things guideth And knowing him to be good iust and most of might I gladly yeeld myselfe to th' order he hath ●ight For he it is that now makes me accept so●●ll And like of this estate which others hate as hell He'tis that heeretofore vouchsaf't me like reliefe When as I was opprest with a more grieuous griefe He'tis from whom I hope in time to-come no lesse Although a hundred fold were doubled my distresse Yea he it is that makes me profit euery day And also so content in this estate to stay That of my liberty I am not now so faine To think by liberty a happier life to gaine For I were well content no more from hence to go If I might profit most my friends and countrie so Now here I humbly pray expecting such an end The Lord still towards me his fauour to extend And that he will vouchs●●e still to allot like grace To all that for like cause are handled in like case FINIS OF THE WORKE AVTHOR AND TRANSLATOR LOheer a MONVMENT admir'd of all That weigh the compass weight and height of It O'retopping E●uie's clowds and ever shall Sith built by deepest Art and highest Wit The BAS● that bears it is the WORD that stands True GROVND of highest glory truth and grace The BVILDING rear'd by two rare Heads and Hands Diuinely holp to glorifie that BASE Heer French and English ioyn in friendly fight On even Ground to proue their vtmost pow'r Who shew such equall Skill and equall Might That hard it is to say who 's Conquerour But English bound to foot it like the French And offer nought but what shall like her foe It is as glorious seld to take a Wrench As being free to giue an Overthrowe If French to English were so strictly bound It would but passing lamely striue with it And soon be forc'● to lose both grace and ground Although they straue with equall Skill and Wit Besides all Prose is easier to translate Than Uerse and easier lowe than lofty Lines Then these LINES reaching to the top of STATE Are hard'st of all yet none of all declines O fair Translation then with smoothed face Go forth t' allure TIMES Turns to turn Thee o're So shall they in thy folds vnfold thy grace And grace thee with Fames glorie more and more If * O●id Metamor HE that churn'd the cream of Poetry To honied Butter that the Muses