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A16564	Recreations vvith the Muses. By William Earle of Sterline	Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Monarchick tragedies.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Doomes-day.; Stirling, William Alexander, Earl of, 1567 or 8-1640. Paraenesis to the Prince.	1637 (1637)	STC 347; ESTC S106640	194,215	266

As at the image of their antient Kings Or then some Goddesse all the Souldiers gaz'd But ah some forced by the tyrant striv'd To spoile unnaturall Natures fairest frame And twixth th' Alabaster Balles they driv'd Th' unwilling swords that straight grew red for shame Then she in worth who did all else excell Would neither word nor teare nor sigh forth send But spread her garments o're her whilst she fell As of her honour jealous to the end Cho. O strange barbarity most monstrous deed Could men a woman Subjects kill their Queene And could her fortune past no pitty breed Who ever gave the wound that not her seene The ugly Author of those odious evils Of punishment afraid must still be sad His brest a hell his thoughts all turn'd to divels Through horrour of himselfe must make him mad Nun. And yet the plague of these detested times Doth by more mischiefe aggravate our grones Cho. No end in sinne crimes are maintain'd by crimes Who fall in depths must touch the bottome once The path of honour hath but narrow bounds On which who step attentive must remaine Since rais'd so high above the vulgar grounds That who thence fall can never rise againe Nun. Thus now Cassander since he cannot winne True reputation but lives tainted still Imbark'd in mischiefe sailes the depths of sinne So if not lov'd as good yet fear'd as ill Though by his meanes his ruthlesse eyes have seene Fates as it were from fortunes bosome take His King by poyson by the sword his Queene Even yet himselfe more guilty still to make He prosp'ring in impiety grew proud And murdred both his Masters Sonne and Wife Thus he who all the world by birth-right ow'd Could have no part of it no not his life Yet could Roxanaes death not ease his minde Nor her yong sonne too soone made Platoes gues● But to undoe all Alexanders kinde That to revenge the rest there might none rest By treason he as all his deeds are done Cau's Hercules his brothers steppes to trace Who was great Alexanders bastard sonne And th' onely remnant of that great mans race Loe thus Cassander enemy to all good Whose soule so much for Macedonie longs Hath to the Scepter swim'd through Seas of bloud Yet O weake right since builded but on wrongs Cho. O how ambition doth abuse the great Who with enough not pleas'd still strive for more Loe how our Soveraigne seem'd to raise his state Yet made it but to fall whilst starv'd with store And since his Trophees rear'd in severall fields Both him and his have to confusion brought Then what is all the good that greatnesse yeelds Which makes it selfe seeme much to be made nought Thus though the mountaines make a mighty show They are but barren heapes borne up aloft Where Plains are pleasant still though they lye low And are most fertile too though trod on oft Greatnesse is like a cloud in thy'ayrie bounds Which some base vapours have congeal'd above It brawles with Vulcan thundring forth huge sounds Yet melts and falles there whence it first did move Phil. Since that worlds conqu'ror then whilst farre from feare By too much power press'd so soone was dead Why doe his Captaines strive who now should beare The Diadem that crush'd so strong a head O! when my minde is ravish'd through the starres To search the secret secrets of the fates What treasons murthers mutinies and warres Are threatning to o'rethrow usurped seates That false Cassander who betraid his Lord And spoil'd the princely race in mischiefe chiefe A traitour both of heaven and earth abhorr'd Shall live but with disgrace and dye with griefe His sonnes in wickednesse himselfe t' exceed Shall make the woman dye whom ade them live Then both when drunke with bloud to death shall bleed And none of theirs their funerals shall survive When rash ambition should be cool'd by age Lysimachus shall by Seleucus dye Nor shall Seleucus long enjoy the Stage But by like violence shall breathlesse lye And subtile Pt●l●mies degener'd race Long onely famous for infamous things Shall end and to the pride of foes give place Whilst a lascivious Queene confusion brings Amigon●● shall be in battell kill'd His Sonne a captive perish with disgrace And after that it Greece with bloud hath fill'd In th' end destruction doth attend that race The last in pow'r though of their line not bred A niggard and a dastard beaten downe Shall through a strangers towne a Captive led Of Macedonie bound the old renowne Chorus VVHat damned furies thus tosse mortals mindes With such a violent desire to raigne That neither honour friendship duty bloud Nor yet no band so sacred is as bindes Ambitious thoughts which would a kingdome gaine But all is buried in blacke Lethes floud That may the course of Soveraignty restraine Which from the brest doth all respects repell And like a torrent cannot be gaine-stood Yea many would a Scepter to obtaine In spite of all the world and loves owne wrath March through the lowest dungerons of the hels And from a Diademe would breath with pow'r Though all deaths engines brag'd them every houre Yet though such restlesse mindes attaine in th' end The height to which their haughty hearts aspir'd They never can embrace that dreamed blisse Which their deluded thoughts did apprehend Though by the multitude they be admir'd That still to pow'r doth shew it selfe submisse Yet by the soule still further is requir'd Which should seale up th' accomplishment of joy Thus partiall judgements blindely ●yme amisse At things which stand without our reach retir'd Which whilst not ours as treasures we define But not the same whilst we the same enjoy Some things a farre doe like the Glow-worme shine Which look't too neere have of that light no signe No charge on th' earth more weighty to discharge Then that which of a kingdome doth dispose O! those who manage must the reynes of state Till their pale Ghost imbarke in Charons Barge They never need t' attend a true repose How hard is it to please each wans conceit When gaining one they must another lose Thus hardly Kings themselves can evenly beare Whom if severe as cruell subjects hate Contempt dare to the milde it selfe oppose Who spare in time as niggards are despis'd Men from too franke a minde exactions feare Though in all shapes as Proteus us'd disguis'd Kings by some scandall alwaies are surpris'd Yet one might well with every thing comport Which on opinion onely doth depend If further danger follow'd not by deeds But every Monarch Loe in many a sort Death laid in ambush alwaies doth attend Of some by mut'nous swords the life forth bleeds By unsuspected poyson others end Which whilst they alwaies labour to prevent A thousand deaths within their breasts life breeds Loe this is all for which the great contend Who whilst their pride themselves and others spoiles With their dominions doe their cares augment And O vaine man who toyl●st to double toyles Though

floud of teares be-dew'd his feet Then said by death expecting to be free Let us entombe great Darius like a King Then when we first his funerall honour see Death must to us a great contentment bring This oft they urg'd though he attested there That Darius was not dead as they suppos'd But liv'd with hope his ruines to repaire And in the pow'r of other Realmes repos'd Then did he urge what comfort and reliefe They might attend depending on your Grace Thus having toil'd to mitigate their griefe It seem'd they long'd to see my Soveraignes face Alex. I pitie still and not insult o're such Though once mine Enemies who are humbled so And lest weake feare oppresse their mindes too much To comfort them straight to their Tent I 'le go Exeunt Chorus OF all the passions which possesse the soule None so disturbes vaine Mortals mindes As vaine Ambition which so blindes The light of them that nothing can controll Nor curb their thoughts who will aspire This raging vehement desire Of Soveraignty no satisfaction findes But in the breasts of men doth ever roule The restlesse stone of Sisyph to torment them And as his heart who stole the heavenly fire The Vulture gnaws so doth that monster rent them Had they the world the world would not content them This race of Ixion to embrace the clouds Contemne the state wherein they stand And save themselves would all command As one desire is quench'd another buds When they have travell'd all their time Heapt bloud on bloud and crime on crime There is an higher power that guides their hand More happie he whom a poore Cottage shrouds Against the tempest of the threatning heaven He stands in feare of none none envies him His heart is upright and his ways are even Where others states are still twixt six and seven That damned wretch up with Ambition blowne Then whil'st be turnes the wheele about Throwne high and low within without In striving for the top is tumbling downe Those who delight in climbing high Oft by a precipice do dye So do the Starres skie-climbing worldlings slout But this disease is fatall to a Crowne Kings who have most would most augment their bounds And if they be not all they cannot be Which to their damage commonly redounds The weight of too great states themselves confounds The mighty toyling to enlarge their state Themselves exceedingly deceive In hazarding the thing they have For a felicity which they conceive Though their Dominions they encrease Yet their desires grow never lesse For though they conquer much yet more they crave Which fatall Fortune doth attend the great And all the outward pompe that they assume Doth but with shows disguise the Minds distresse And who to conquer all the earth presume A little earth shall them at last consume And if it fortune that they dye in peace A wonder wondrous rarely seene Who conquer first heavens finde a meane To raze their Empire and oft-times their race Who comming to the Crowne with rest And having all in peace possest Do straight forget what bloudy broyles have beene Ere first their Fathers could attaine that place As Seas do flow and ebbe States rise and fall And Princes when their actions prosper best For feare their greatnesse should oppresse the small As of some hated envied are of all We know what end the mighty Cyrus made Whom whil'st he striv'd to conquer still A woman justly griev'd did kill And in a bloudy vessell roll'd his head Then said whil'st many wondring stood Since thou didst famish for such food Now quench thy thirst of bloud with blond at will Some who succeeded him since he was dead Have raign'd a space with pompe and yet with paine Whose glory now can do to us no good And what so long they labour'd to obtaine All in an instant must be lost againe Loe Darius once so magnified by fame By one whom he contemn'd o're-come For all his bravery now made dombe With down-cast eyes must signifie his shame Who puft up with ostentive pride Thinke Fortune bound to serve their side Can never scape to be the prey of some Such spend their prosp'rous dayes as in a dreame And as it were in Fortunes bosome sleeping Then in a dull security abide And of their doubtfull state neglect the keeping Whil'st fearfull ruine comes upon them creeping Thus the vicissitude of worldly things Doth oft to us it selfe detect When heavenly pow'rs exalt deject Confirme confound erect and ruine Kings So Alexander mighty now To whom the vanquish'd world doth bow With all submission homage and respect Doth flie a borrow'd flight with Fortunes wings Nor enters he his dangerous course to ponder Yet if once Fortune bend her cloudy brow All those who at his sudden successe wonder May gaze as much to see himselfe brought under Act. 3. Scene 1. Sisigambis Statira Regina Statira virgo O Dismall day detested be thy light And would the Gods but Gods neglect our case The world were wrapt in a Cymmerian Night That no proud eye might gaze on our disgrace Why did the Heavens reserve my feeble age To make my burden more when strength grows lesse Could nothing but my harmes their wrath asswage Thus offred up on th' Altar of distresse Ah! have I spent my youth in pompe and pleasure And had my spring-time grac'd with pleasant flowres That th' Autumne which should reape the Sommers treasure Might be distempred with such stormy showres And did smooth calmes and Sunne-shines for a space Make all my voyage through the world a sport That I should fall when neere to end my race And toss'd with stormes even perish at my port Yet for all this were I expos'd alone The wretched object of Ioves thund'ring armes I should not thinke I had just cause to mone When I but wail'd mine owne not others harmes Ah me on those whom more then life I love The state-disturbing blasts of Fortune fall Yet each of them some severall losse doth move But I in anguish beare a part with all I suffred when I saw Oxatres slaine My loving Sonne and most entirely lov'd I dy'd in Darius when he try'd in vaine What Fates would do yet still their hatred prov'd The heavens to plague me more yet make me breath O rigour rare what tortures rack my breast Who feele the sowre but not the sweet of death Still cours'd not kill'd lest that should breed me rest Yet Iove if this may dis-enflame thine ire Let all thy lightning light upon my head To be consum'd with a celestiall fire Some comfort were since that I must be dead Sta. Reg. Leave mother those complaints as fit for me Who still must grieve my friends and grace my foes Whose fortune is so wretched still to be That all the world may wonder at my woes Loe that deare Lord and treasure of my thought Whose presence I my Paradise esteem'd To such a precipice is headlong brought That he from ruine cannot be redeem'd Ah! on

When prosp'rous Times doe forc'd by fates expire To further which oft strangers must make warre And mut'nous subjects som-time may conspire As jealous feare when brav'd by danger moves All princes would suppresse asp●rers still And then a subjects course most dangerous proves When either feare or hope transports his will But though that first to rise last to descend Great States are guided by a secret fate Yet still the cause which doth forgoe their end Springs from contempt or is enforc'd by hate The first in kings the lack of courage breeds Encouraging Ambition to rebell The oth●r doth attend tyrannicke deeds That violence may violence deeds Phoc. Yet never did so many Monarchs fall By forraine battells nor by civill broiles As by themselves who seeming free were thrall Whilst smooth-toogu'd Minions gloried of their spoils Those who have raign'd by choice by birth or worth Or did encroach on Crownes by chance or crime Oft suffer vices to burst freely forth Which vertues colours guilded till that time Men clearely show what harbours in their brest Whilst Envies object free from any feare That which is eminent is marked best And highest fortunes hardest are to beare Low States to censure Criticks doe despise Whilst oft grosse faults for vertues fame esteemes The stupid patient and the fearefull wise Will constancie and softnesse goodnesse seemes But on the Stage of State when one must stand A publike Actor plac'd in all mens sight And swaying pow'r with an imperious hand Doth hold the ballance both of wrong and right Then he for every action that is his The censure of a thousand tongues must have Not onely damn'd for doing things amisse But for not doing all that all men crave That Prince but undermines the Soveraigne seate Who cares not who be weak so he be strong More studious for himselfe then for the state Or if for it that he may hold it long For were Iove him for all mens good ordaines He thinkes both them and theirs made him to please As if a charge of weight a place of paines Were but a bed of rest a Heaven of ease The worlds great weight with Atlas shoulders beate Is not so weighty all to weigh one downe As that which on his head a king doth weare No burdens charge more heavie then a crowne Th'aegean waves Time may more soone appease Then restlesse thoughts whose course for state prepares Can they have rest who toile for all mens ease The purple ever must be lin'd with cares Ar. Good kings are like the fire which flaming bright Doth waste it selfe to serve anothers turne And soveraignty is like fires glancing light Which if but view'd delights if touch'd doth burne I like for warmenesse to stand Vulcan by But not to burne amid'st the Lemnian flame In Cedars shadowes men more safely lie Then on their tops the roaring deities game All th' eie-attracting pompe and glorious showes Do merit scorne though they amazement breed The world them pittie more then Envie owes Who to seeme happy wretched are indeed What alterations strange attend a Throne As if the spheare of fortune were a crowne The great still toss'd like Sysiphus his stone When rais'd most high rest ready to fall downe Of this what greater proofe can fame afford Then mighty Philips memorable fall Who daunted had the Grecians by the sword Though till that time by strangers not made thrall He he then whilst he solemniz'd with state His daughters marriage suddenly was lost It seem'd when Heaven that Monarchs daies would date That Hymens torch gave light to Pluto's post When strong regards had grav'd within my heart The miseries that proper were to Court I thought them happie who retir'd apart Could never know such things but by report I might have liv'd with Alexander still To vertuous men whose favours were not scarce Yet rather choos'd though having both at will To serve with Pallas then command with Mars And whilst he toil'd of others Lord to be I of my selfe did labour to be Lord Yet made as great a conquest too as he My pen shall be as famous as his Sword Phoc. And had I willingly engag'd my rest The way to trace which to vaine glory tends I might have liv'd respected with the best A speciall one of Alexanders friends Though I of him did never merit ought He entertain'd my friendship till his death And when he once our Citties o'rethrow sought At my request did pacifie his wrath Then once to me a masse of gold he sent And offred too a stately Asian Towne Which I refus'd more pleas'd with my poore rent Then he with all the treasures of a Crowne I told that such a summe but serv'd to make Him a corrupter me corrupted thought And foule for him to give for me to take Is us'd sham'd both unus'd did serve for nought But all those baites I never daign'd to touch Least I who all my life had liv'd so free Might be possess'd too much possessing much If taking Riches it had taken me No I would rather learne to live with lesse Then for superfluous furniture to strive Who seekes out substance but to nurse excesse To use it lives not it that he may live My fortune doth afford sufficient meanes That may preserve all natures pow'rs in force And he who on a golden Scepter leanes Can not have more but may well use it worse Then since aboundance but abuses brings Why seeke men more then how to be well eas'd And ah why toile they for so many things Since with a little nature can be pleas'd Ar. Loe how the Heavens whose love to man exceeds Have made his body strong his minde divine And have made th' earth to furnish all his needs Least curbing Cares might make his thoughts decline So that he hath a meanes to raise his flight If wing'd with vertue and may mounting hie By time approach to the celestiall light And deifie himselfe before he die Yet doth he straight forgoe that glorious way To toile for things which th' earth not forc'd affords The which his wants first fram'd were to defray By by himselfe are of his life made Lords O! how unworthie of the worth of man Are many labours which delight him most Since that corruption boldly first beganne To make men nurse vile vice at vertues cost And now what hath great Alexander gain'd By endlesse travell and excessive cares Of whom loe now they onely say he raign'd But death vnto himselfe worse to his heires And for the guiltlesse blood which he hath spill'd His conquests partners loe doe now beginne To die even by the swords by which they kill'd And all his off-spring expiates his sinne Phoc. Strange revolutions sway all worldly things The wheele of fortune still must slipperie prove And chiefely then when charg'd it is with kings Whose states as weighty quickly make it move Yet Alexander I must say was blest Who still a victor from distresse estrang'd The worlds chiefe Monarch when his state

by others pow'rs Whil'st feare licentious thoughts appalls Of all the Tyrants that the world affords Ones owne affections are the fiercest Lords As Libertines those onely live Who from the bands of vice set free Vile thoughts cancell And would excell In all that doth true glory give From which when as no Tyrants be Them to repell And to compell Their deeds against their thoughts to strive They blest are in a high degree For such of fame the scrouls can hardly fill Whose wit is bounded by anothers will Our Ancestors of old such prov'd Who Rome from Tarquines yoke redeem'd They first obtain'd And then maintain'd Their liberty so dearly lov'd They from all things which odious seem'd Though not constrain'd Themselves restrain'd And willingly all good approv'd Bent to be much yet well esteem'd And how could such but ayme at some great end Whom liberty did leade Glory attend They leading valorous legions forth Though wanting Kings triumph'd o're Kings And still aspir'd By Mars inspir'd To conquer all from South to North Then lending fame their Eagles wings They all acquir'd That was requir'd To make them rare for rarest things The world made witnesse of their worth Thus those great mindes who domineer'd o're all Did make themselves first free then others thrall But we who hold nought but their name From that to which they in times gone Did high ascend Must low descend And bound their glory with our shame Whil'st on an object Tyrants Throne We base attend And do intend Vs for our fortune still to frame Not it for us and all for one As liberty a courage doth impart So bondage doth disbend else breake the heart Yet O! who knows but Rome to grace Another Brutus may arise Who may effect What we affect And Tarquines steps make Caesar trace Though seeming dangers to despise He doth suspect What we expect Which from his breast hath banish'd peace Though fairely he his feares disguise Of Tyrants even the wrong revenge affords All feare but theirs and they feare all mens swords Act. 4. Scene 1. Decius Brutus Albinus Marcus Brutus Caius Cassius DEare Cosin Cassius did acquaint mine eares With a designe which toss'd my minde a space For when strange news a strangers breath first beares One should not straight to rash reports give place I would not then discover what I thought Lest he to trap my tongue a snare had fram'd Till first with thee I to conferre was brought Whom he for Patron of his purpose nam'd One should look well to whom his minde he leaves In dangerous times when tales by walls are told Men make themselves unnecessar'ly slaves Of those to whom their secrets they unfold Mar. Brut. As Cassius told thee griev'd for Romes distresse Which to our shame in bondage doth remaine We straight intend what ever we professe With Caesars bloud to wash away this staine Though for this end a few sufficient are To whom their vertue courage doth impart Yet were we loth to wrong thy wroth so farre As of such glory to give thee no part Since both this cause yea and thy name thee binde In this adventrous band to be compris'd There needs no Rhetoricke to raise thy minde To do the thing which thou shouldst have devis'd Dec. Brut. I thought no creature should my purpose know But he whose intrest promis'd mutuall cares Of those to whom one would his secret show No greater pledge of trust then to know theirs As when two meet whil'st mask'd though most deare friends With them as strangers no respect takes place But straight when friend-ship one of them pretends The other likewise doth un-cloud the face So as thou first I 'le now at last be bold My brest with the same birth long bigge hath gone But I to others durst it not unfold Nor yet attempt to compasse it alone But since this course at which I long did pause On such great pillars now so strongly stands Whose count'nance may give credit to a cause It hath my heart and it shall have my hands Ca. Cass To our designes propitious signes are sent So that the Gods would give us courage thus For all who ever heard of our intent Would willingly engage themselves with us Let other men discourse of vertuous rites Ours but by action onely should be showne Bare speculation is but for such sprits As want of pow'r or courage keeps unknowne In those who vertue view when crown'd with deeds Through Glories glasse whose beauties long have shin'd To be embrac'd an high desire she breeds As load-stones iron so ravishing the minde What though a number now in darknesse lyes Who are too weak for matters of such weight We who are eminent in all mens eyes Let us still hold the height of honour straight Mar. Brut. Earst that our faction might be strengthned thus I labour'd much to purchase all their pow'rs Whom hate to Caesar love to Rome or us Might make imbarke in those great hopes of ours By sicknesse then imprison'd in his bed Whil'st I Ligarius spy'd whom paines did pricke When I had said with words that anguish bred In what a time Ligarius art thou sick He answer'd straight as I had Physicke brought Or that he had imagin'd my designe If worthie of thy selfe thou would'st do ought Then Brutus I am whole and wholly thine Since he by Caesar was accus'd of late For taking Pompey's part yet at this houre He though absolv'd doth still the Tyrant hate Since once endanger'd by his lawlesse pow'r Thus of great sprits exasperating spites Heaven of our course the progresse doth direct One inspiration all our soules incites Who have advis'dly sworne for one effect Dec. Brut. So I with Cicero did conferre at length Who I perceive the present state detests And though old Age diminish'd hath his strength In him a will to free his Countrey rests Mar. Bru. That man whose love still to his countrey shin'd Would willingly the common-wealth restore Then he I know though he conceals his minde None Caesar more dislikes nor likes us more Yet to his custody I 'le not commit The secrets of our enterprise so soone Men may themselves be often-times not fit To do the things which they would wish were done He still was timorous and by age growne worse Might chance to lay our honour in the dust All Cowards must inconstant be of force With bold designes none fearfull breasts should trust Then some of ours would hold their hands still pure Who ere they be suspected for a space Amid'st the tumult may remaine secure And with the people mediate our peace But who then Tullius fitter for that turne Whose eloquence is us'd to charme their eares His banishment they in black Gownes did mourne Whom all do honour for his worth and yeares Cai. Cass Those studious wits which have through dangers gone Would still be out ere that they enter in Who muse of many things resolve of none And thinking of the end cannot begin The minde which looks