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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B15755	L.A. Seneca the philosopher, his booke of consolation to Marcia. Translated into an English poem; Ad Marciam. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Freeman, Ralph, Sir, fl. 1610-1655.	1635 (1635)	STC 22215a; ESTC S117095	22,671	50

L. A. SENECA THE PHILOSOPHER HIS BOOKE OF CONSOLATION to MARCIA Translated into an English POEM LONDON Printed by E. P. for HENRY SEILE and are to besold at the Tygres head in St. Pauls Church-yard 1635. TO THE READER REader to offer thee a piece of Seneca Englished when the whole is Indenniz'd here and almost every where else might seeme ridiculous but if his Copious Brevity and Powerfull Facility two eminencies peculiar to Seneca be lost or at the best but faintly expressed in those severall Translations as perhaps not to be reached by any Prose but his owne it may be worth an houres paines to see the same in a new way more pathetically rendred to the life which in the opinion of Iudicious men thou wilt find in this Poeme provided thou doest not marre it in the reading PHILOPHRASTES TO THE NOBLE LOVER OF all Vertues and Fautor of all Goodnesse the Illustrious and truely Religious IOHN Earle of Bridgewater Viscount Brackly Baron of Elsmere Knight of the Bath Lord President of Wales and one of the Lords of his Majesties most Honourable Privie Councell THe worthiest Subjects as the Sages say Be those who be their Countries joyfull stay Which Gods due glory next their Princes Fame And these three marks do make their best blest ayme How well's your worth approv'd to God and Man Our Church our King our Kingdomes witnesse can How well your life doth hit this triple white Whose Goodnesse Gravenesse Greatnesse all delight May that bright name shine uneclipsed here Whom all his Country justly holds most deere Whom Heaven hath stellified for 's Piety Whom his great King loves for 's loyalty O may this threefold twist be nere untwin'd Long may Learning of you a sure friend find May Honors Pinnace Fames swolne sayles admit Tackled with merit Piloted with wit That as you God God may you ever honor The while you fight under Faiths sacred Banner That as you grace your King your King may grace you Your God your King your Countrey may embrace you With humble heart and voyce thus sayes thus prayes Who in devout admiring rest alwayes Most devoted to your Vertues RC L. 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SENECA OF CONSOLATION TO MARCIA Cap. 1 BVt that I knew thee Marcia to be As from their faults from Womens weaknesse free And that thy manners argue thou wert sent To re-inforce some ancient president I nothing had against thy griefe attempted Since from the like even men are not exempted Nor could I hope the time now so unfit The fault so great and thou the Judge of it That any reason could thy will importune To be appeas'd and to forgive thy fortune But thy knowne courage and the large extent Of thy try'd vertues made me confident 'T is manifest how in thy Fathers case Thou shew'dst thy selfe who in thy love had place As ample as thy Children then alive Save that thou would'st not he should them survive And yet that 's doubtfull too great piety Against things fit reserves a liberty Thy Fathers death as much as in thee lay Thou hinderd'st when thou saw'st no other way For him t' escape the shamefull servitude Which through Sejanus hate had soone ensude Thou favour'dst not his purpose but content To yeeld thy selfe and privately lament Swallow'dst thy groanes yet never hadst the art In cheerefull lookes to hide a wofull heart And this thou didst when throgh the wretched times 'T was goodnesse to forbeare unnaturall crimes But when an alteration made truth seeme Somewhat more safe thou didst indeed redeeme Thy Sire from death by publishing the wit Which valiantly with his owne blood he writ Well maist thou therefore thy great merits boast For Romes Records whereof most part were lost Posterity that to his endlesse glory May freely read an uncorrupted story Shall render thankes which he shall likewise give For that through thee his memory shall live And flourish here whil'st any of our heires Shall be desirous to revolve th' affaires Of their fore-fathers or shall seeke t' inherit The knowledge of a perfect Roman spirit Whilst any shall require to know a man Free in thought word and action who even then When all mens neckes so slavishly did beare Sejanus yoke was wholly void of feare It had been dammage to the publike weale T' have suffer'd wilfull envie to conceale A worke with two such eminencies fraught Both Eloquence and free revealed thought Hee 's read and in mens hands and hearts abides Where boldly he times menacings derides But those vile miscreants of whom there needs No memory but for their damned deeds Shall nere obtaine of any tongue to be Hereafter nam'd though to their infamie These acts of thine forbad me to looke backe Upon thy Sexe to weigh what that might lacke Or to respect thy lookes where griefe doth rest And is thereof as at the first possest Behold how plainely I intend to deale That doe not on thy passions closely steale But have reviv'd old woes would'st thou be sure This may be heal'd th' hast seene as great a cure Let others then deceitfull med'cines borrow I am resolv'd to skirmish with thy sorrow And if thou 'lt heare me speake to make thee know How to dry up those teares that now more flow From custome then from reason which I meant And gladly would performe with thy consent But if thou shalt in wilfulnesse persist I le do 't perforce though thou thy selfe resist Although thou hast determin'd to imbrace And hug thy sorrow in thy dead sonnes place But what good can there from our labour rise All meanes have been assay'd thy friends allies And others whose authority might threat Thy disobedience have been knowne t' intreat For Learnings cause and for thy fathers sake Yet none could profit longer than they spake Yea time it selfe Natures best remedy That heales all woes hath lost his force in thee Three yeeres are now expir'd and yet at length Thy griefe decayes no jot but gathers strength Custome hath so prevail'd that now 't is growne To make thee thinke it shame to cease thy moane For as all vices entering our brest Take root if they at first be not supprest So this and such like wilfull discontent Raging against it selfe findes nourishment In its owne bane sorrow that knowes no measure Becomes the wretched creatures deadly pleasure I therefore could have wisht I had begun This cure betimes it had been easely done A wound yet greene the Surgeon may be bold To seare it and to search it but growne old And to an ulcer bred he must be faine To do 't with more advice and greater paine I cannot as I might have done at first Heale up thy griefe with ease it must be burst Cap. 2 I Know that such as to advise intend Begin with Precepts with Examples end I must invert this order for there 's need That diversly with divers we proceed Reason prevailes with some others must heare Of famous persons that their mindes may reare To things of splendour