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A16750
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The hate of treason vvith a touch of the late treason / by N.B.
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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1616
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STC 3658; ESTC S1520
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THE Hate of Treason VVith a touch of the late Treason By N. B. Printed at London 1616. To the most high and noble Lord the Duke of Lineux health honour and eternall happinesse RIght honourable and my gracious good Lord your apparant true love to his Maiestie with your assured hate to all his enemies hath made me out of my humble hearts love and service to his Maiestie and your Grace to write these few invective lines against the most hatefull and horrible nature of Treason and Traitors I name no person offendant and wish there were no such offence But hoping that God will weede out the wicked and blesse his Maiesty with a world of loving Subiects encrease his love with many such good friends ' as your selfe in prayer for his Maiesties and your long life with health and all hearts happinesse I humbly rest Your Graces in all humble service N. B. To all that love God and the King NObles and Gentlemen and all other his Maiesties loving subiects of what condition soever let me laie before your eies a few invective lines against the horrible nature of Treason and especially against so gracious a King Queene and Prince so honourable a Counsaile and so blessed a State The consideration whereof may make the hearts of all true Christians to tremble to thinke that the Divell had so great a power in the world as to sow so much wickednesse in the hearts of vnhappie men But God that euer is and will be gracious vnto his hath revealed their villanie and so preserved his people as in the preservation of our King and Countrey from the Divell and all his devices hath given iust cause day and night to give glorie to his holie Maiestie to whose Almightie tuition and mercifull goodnesse I leave thee From my lodging in London Your friend as I find cause An Invective against Treason OH what a wretched wicked world is this So little faith in soules or loue in hearts So many minds mind nothing but amisse Thus on this earth can Divels play their parts To poyson soules with such infernall darts Can nothing flow but wealth and wickednesse To drowne the world in all vngodlinesse What mischiefe walkes among the minds of men Will nothing serve their discontented wills Must they needes run into the divels den Are these the scopes of Machiuilian skill That all the world with his infection fills Oh God what divell could in ill go further Then pride in malice practice hellish murther To kill at all is an vnkinde desire To kill a foe is but a bloody fact To kill a friend a heate of hellish fire To kill a neighbour an vngratious act To kill a brother horrors fowle abstract To kill a father too vnnaturall To kill a king the wickedst deede of all For father brother neighbour friend or foe In each of these but few to ruine runne But in a King or Princes overthrow How many thousand thousands are vndone Wo worth the hand that such ill threed hath spun As by the worke of Sathans wickednes A world of Christians should endure distresse But all together King Queene Prince and Peere The Bishop Lord the Iudge the Magistrate When they should all in parliament appeare For the establishing of a blessed state Even then to shew the horror of their hate And by a fire devised for the nonce To teare the house and blowe them vp at once What eare doth heare whose spirit doth not tremble To thinke vpon the horror of this act If all the Divells did in hell assemble Among themselves to make a foule compact How could they finish a more hainous fact Than so to seeke the ruine of a State And leave so faire a Land so desolate But God in heaven who from his seat beholdeth Heav'n earth sea hel what ech one containeth And every thought of every heart vnfoldeth And for his service all and some retaineth Hating the pride his powerful hand disdaineth Hath broke the force of all their wicked frame And made their work vnto the world a shame But of the griefe of griefes in gratious thought To see a villaine on a vertuous King By a secret malice to have murder sought Murder on him and on his after spring What eare hath heard of a more hellish thing Than for a little gaine of prides content To practise murther on the Innocent Our gratious King on whom the King of Grace Hath rainde a showre of his eternall Graces And over vs hath given the Kingly place Of high command command the King of places Ordainde for him and for his royall Races This godly King whom God himself hath sent What do we aile that he cannot content To whom is he a foe but to our foes A neighbour borne and ever found a friend In love a brother and his care who knowes Might as a sonne a fathers love commend And for a King let it be wisely weende And Reasons eies will see that Royalty That will coniure a Christians loyalty Whose proved love hath he left vnregarded Whom but the wicked hath hee ever hated Whose vertuous acts hath he left vnrewarded Whose power but Prides hath ever he abated Whose humble suites hath he left disalated Whose true affect but he in favour graces Whose gratious life but he in love embraces Whose Virgines hath his wanton loue defloured Whose worthy honour hath his scorne disgraced Whose wealth hath he with auarice deuoured Whose loue despised or whose fame defaced Or vertuous person from his place displaced What proued grace but in his grace approued To make his Grace of gratious harts beloued Learnings aduauncer and Religions loue Wisedomes affecter Reasons studient Valours maintainer Vertues Turtle doue Of Maiesty earths royall President Graces companion Honours continent Heau'ns gratious blessing worlds worthy wonder Liue our king Iames to bring earths kingdoms vnder Amen good God and Diuell let them be Who to this prayer will not say Amen Blinde be his eies and let him neuer see Who â—ides himselfe in vtter darkenesse denne And pinnes his thoughts vp in impatience penne Where by the traines of treasons foule illusion He brings both soule and body to confusion Oh t is a woe to thinke vpon the thought That entreth into a defiled heart And with what speede the wit is ouerwrought That once is led to learne the Diuells Arte Who will haue all if once he get a parte Where still one sinne he heapes vpon an other Till he the soule in vtter darkenes smother He makes a King esteemd below his state Murder a Plot where Policie may plod Pride a brave humor Wealth a Magistrate Content a kingdome and a King a God But in these humours heaven and he are odde For good mistaken makes him prove so evill As far from God doth make him prove a devil Oh when a crue of ydle headed wits That think they have a world within their brains To counsaile fall in their fantasticke fits By lacke of grace to lay
is the ground of all eternall griefe Why Pride doth blinde the eie infects the minde Venoms the heart and gives the soule a sting And in all vilenes of so vile a kinde None can describe it t is so vile a thing It doth ill humours to such issue bring That pitty t were but such a plague approved From christian hearts should ever be removed O the sweete sence of Loves humilitie Which feares displeasure in a dearest friend The onely note of Truths nobilitie Whose worthy Grace is graced without end For who wants faith wants little of a fiend While faithful love in humble truth approved Doth ever live of God and man beloved Alas the little time of Natures leave To runne the course of her allotted care Where idle shadowes the eie deceave That onely hunteth after Fortunes share And had must leave it ere it be aware Looke looke at heav'n and let the world go by Better to die to live than live to die Let pride be hatefull vnto every state It is a vice with vertue not allowed And such a vice as vertue hath in hate For vertue never makes the spirite prowde But hath her love the humble heart avowde And in advauncement of Nobilitie Gives greatest grace to Truths humilitie Which grace is gratious in the sight of God Makes men as Saints and women Angells seeme Makes sinne forgotten mercy vse no rod And constant faith to proove in great esteeme While Wisedomes care can never truth misdeem But is in some a blessing of the Highest And to the nature of himselfe the nighest It maketh Vertue so in Beauty shine As if on earth there were a heavenly light It maketh wit in wisedome so divine As if the eie had a celestiall sight It is a Guide that leades the spirite right Vnto the place of that eternall rest Where all the blessed live for ever blest It makes a Court a kinde of Paradice In subiects service and the King his grace Whose favour drawes their harts vnto his eyes While they live blessed to behold his face O blessed Prince that in his blessed place In Subiects love beholds his safeties being While they live happy in their Princes seeing God in his mercy send those humble mindes To all the Subiects of our gratious King That he whose wisedom in true iudgement finds Of humble faith what fruits do fairely spring In his good grace may give vs cause to sing If on the earth a heaven be figurde thus The Lord of heaven graunt it in him and vs. Confound 〈…〉 orces of his 〈…〉 Cut off the trayâ—ors that intend him 〈…〉 And of his thoughts and actions so 〈◊〉 That we may see thy wisedome in his will And so his spirite with thy blessing fill That he may seeke to glorifie thy name And we be humbly thankefull for the same O heavenly God let never hellish braine Have powre to doe his Maiestie misdeede But let themselves even by themselves be slaine That doe their spirites with such poison feede And let our harts in teares of Comfort bleede To thinke on thee to blesse thy people thus To have so good a King to raigne over vs. Blesse him our Queen gratious Prince of ours And all their of-spring in their princely places Raine on their soules in thy celestiall showres The heav'nly comforts of thy holy graces That when thou seest thy favours in their faces They in their loves and we in thankfull hearts May in thy prayers make true Musike parts 〈…〉 wisedome his state with wealth Nobles hearts with Truths nobilitie 〈…〉 biects all with loves humilitie 〈…〉 is governement with such a worthy fame That he and we may glorifie thy name Vnto which prayer let that wretch not live That doth not say Amen with sincere hart And doth not thee due glory humbly give That vnto vs in mercy doost impart Such good too good for our too ill desart And grace our musike plaid on tru harts bright For our King Iames blest be the knight FINIS