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
wandring starres are mixed Conioyne in one ye Sphaeres caelestiall Ye Muses nine performe this Funerall Condole her death whose glorious life was so As by her life her death was freed from wo Whose life repleat with grace exempt from strife Whose death 's transformd to neuer-dying life Cynthia faire Sister to blacke ladie Night That Gehons streames with golden Icons dight To whom heau'ns senior Lights proffer their dutie For thy surpassing and refulgent Beautie Renounce thy borrowed Shine reuoke thy race With clouds of Languishment remaske thy face Sad Melpomen with tragicke Scaenes relent Each Marble rocke and obdurated Flint Sigh foorth deepe accents of thy sacred Loue To cause the stonie-hearted Sauage moue Straine out Threnodiae thy assiduall note For Time hath roab'd himselfe with sable Cote Ye sacred Nymphs hang down your Sun-bright haires Bedew your cheekes with penitentiall teares Conduct me to some solitarie Cell Wherein I may with pale-fac'd Sorrow dwell Alas my Muse doth faint ere she proceed To tune Encomions on a mournfull Reed Wise Caliope sweet Queene of Eloquence Inspire her Thoughts with sacred influence Take courage Muse pure Zeale shall stand thy barre Looke not agast on euery frowning Starre Plucke vp thy sprite from pitchie Acheron Solace amidst the fields of Hellicon Now bath thy selfe in the Pierian spring Where thy sad Sisters mournfully do sing Go seeke that Phoenix mounted in the skie Transform'd to euer-during Dignitie The Phoenix of our age Earths onely Faire Faiths Empresse and heau'ns high glorious Haire Englands Phoenix admir'd for Raritie For Beautie Vertue and pure Chastitie O shee 's consum'd with heau'ns resplendent Light That from her ashes one might rise as bright And flourish foorth vpon the verdant ground Whose paralel in Art is scarcely found Why striues my Muse to stellifie her name The bright-eyed-wondring world diuulg'd her fame And Fame it selfe flies swiftly from her nest To blaze her honor from the East to West Sad Sicknesse the pale Harbinger of Death Foredoom'd the losse of Syrinx daughters breath Blacke furious Fate that wrought such deepe despight To locke faire Phoebe from Endimions sight I meane Eliza ô write that name againe That with reuoluing Time it may remaine Eliza she who was profound in Art Is now strucke dead with Thanatos his dart Eliza who in many dangers stood For Gods high glorie and her subiects good By her th'incarnate Gospell was possest Through her all Britaines Ile Iehoua blest For her the heau'ns rain'd down such plenteous store As Natures greedie Sons could wish no more Honor imbrac'd her Art by her did stand Prudence attended on her genious hand Iustice in Mercie with her bare the sway Glorie infinite her last Catastrophé The fatall Sisters ioyntly haue decreed Old Atropos should cut that vitall threed Which counites the Substance with the Soule Nūbing each Sense with leane-chapt Deaths cōtroule This state is incident to Natures lot Drawne through the world in Times still chariot With two vnruly Steedes and hurl'd along By restlesse Motion and Mutation At length they leaue her on Deaths dismall stage As being wearie of their cariage Then his grim Sergeant comes without controule T' arrest her bodie dis-unite her soule He takes no bribes but strikes impartiall The Begger Baron Caitiffe King and all If Death had fear'd to stop Astraeaes breath Then had he spared Queene Elizabeth Whose soule is now enthroniz'd boue the skies Where glorious Cherub's sing her Exequies Through Ioues broad milk-white path now is she gone And stately royaliz'd on Angels throne The siluer Vault with Epods deepe resounds Of her rare Vertue which on Earth abounds I wish Eliza from vs could not passe Who made each place a heau'n wherein she was Th' Almightie Ioue so lock't Virginitie From Antidotes and banefull Trecherie That burning poyson ne're effected harme Although confected with a Magicke charme How many treasons direfull accidents Base-bred complots and experiments Conspir'd her death yet still preseru'd was she By heau'ns eternall Triple-Vnitie How many striu'd to stop Elizaes breath Yet to their shame she died a liuing death For which we laud th' Immortall Deitie Who mixeth ioy with sad calamitie Her fame on earth is painted by all Seuen Her corps in Lead her soule a Saint in heauen Eliza liu'd now is Eliza dead And Dauid rais'd in her Angellike stead Shee 's quite extinct yet hath she left behind The true Idaa of her princely mind Right royall IAMES the Britons gracious King Whose honor through the circling Globe doth ring The Rose is cropt which glistered in each face And yet as faire sprung instantly in place A Rose most sweet and odoriferous A Rose of grace to cheare and comfort vs A Rose that springeth in a Northerne blast A Rose whose lustre doth in Winter last O Wonder that rough Boreas dropping wing Should waft such showres to a desired Spring England prostrate thy selfe with folded hands Whose ioyes are numberlesse euen as the sands Before the powerfull and almightie Throne Who gaue regard vnto thy grieuous mone Sending to thee such an Athenian King Whose learning is the round Orbes wondering A soueraigne Balme vnto thy Corasiue Which did thy half-dead-wounded heart reuiue When Phoebus Lute tuned his mournfull note To make Time turne his glistring golden cote Couragious Cato with his warlike traines While rang'd in rancke vpon the champion plaines Sweet-breathed Zephyrus vp softly blew The fragrant flowers which in medowes grew Vpon their glittering targets then they cride Aglorious Triumph shall to vs betide Euen so the Flowers of fruitfull Brittanie Blowne with the wind of zealous Loyaltie Did congregate in troupes proclaim'd a King Whose name once heard most gladsom ioy did bring When glorious Titan hath his compasse run The foule-maskt gloomie Night ensues thereon Bright Sol declin'd Luna skips in the skie Approou'd by Nature in Philosophie Iehoua derogated Englands Light And yet pursude no duskie darksome Night No sooner Britaine had her bright-Eye lost But straight another gaz'd from Northern coast No sooner did Eliza take her flight But instantly king IAMES appear'd in sight For whom true hearts render immortall praise To high Iehoua who this Starre did raise To yeeld them light to stand their soueraigne Lord And Patron pure of the soule-sauing word O blessed Time when peerelesse Princes preach When Dauid doth his sonne Gods precepts teach He is the sense-concluding Period Of Englands solace charactred by God The pure quintessence of her flourishing state To whom her life is worthie subiugate O what a learned Varro hath she gain'd Who mou'd blith Gelos euen when harts complaind A Cicero for flowing Eloquence A valiant Caesar for Magnificence Don Phoebus rising from his scarlet bed Out of his easterne Closet thrust his head Spreading his flame-hair'd broad vermilion lockes Vpon the earth the sea the trees and rockes Espide a fairer shining here below Pluckt in his head no more his face durst show Now England England shake off sad annoy Thy forts are full replenished
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
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