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Foure paradoxes of arte, of lawe, of warre, of seruice. By T.S.
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Scott, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.
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ciuill broyles dost vex That saist al things are iust thou dost with might But to th'unable there remaines no right That like a wilful woman run'st astray In causeles Enmity and deadly Fude Hauing for thy directer all the way That many headed beast the Multitude Who without all respect of wrong or right Will do as others do or flee or fight That art the Instrument of sterne reuenge Fore-plotted in the subtile skonce of Hate And seru'st the spreading wings of youth to senge A pretty drug to purge a gowty state That swolne with poysoned surfets like to burst Voydes vp those Humors to preuent the worst But as our priuate Doctors phisicke learned Kill more diseased Persons then they cure Yet hinke they iustly haue their wages earned Teaching their patient torment to indure Or as Cyriurians do more hurt then good When with small ill they let out much pure blood So these sword Paracelsians get such power That oft they stroy when they should cure the state And with confusion all things do deuoure Making well-peopled kingdoms desolate Much like a sprite raisd vp by arts deepe skil Which doth much hurt against the Bookemans wil. Euen as we see in marches and in fennes The carefull husband thinking to destroy The fruitles sedge wherein the adder dennes Set's fire vpon some part with which to toy The Northern winde begins and burneth downe Spite of all help the next abutting towne So Warre once set aflote addes strength to strength And where it was pretended to confound The foes of Vertue it proceeds at length Vertue the state and states-mans selfe to wound And like a mastiue harted to a Beare Turnes backe and doth his masters bowells teare O you deepe master Polititians Conuert your stratagems against the Turke And like to carefull state-phisitians Gainst him apply this wit-begotten worke Lest Christian Kingdoms growne too weake with purging Yeeld being not able to withstaÌ„d his vrging Let those that take delight in doing harme And sauage minded ioy in shedding blood With iron walls their guilty bodies arme And doe all things but onely that that 's good For my part I am yet resolu'd to finde Some better thing to please my trobled minde Finis Non solum aduentus belli sed metus ipse affert calamitatem Cic prole ge Manil. Omnis est misera seruitus BVt staie O rest thee Muse and rest thee Mind I now haue found the iewell which I sought Whose onely good is in it self confind The sanctuary of the hopefull thought The port of safetie and the happy Life Free from malitious broyles and tedious strife Who list to draw himselfe from publicke throng And to conuerse with men of more regard Or feares the waightie power of others wrong Or seekes himselfe from enuious tonges to ward Or couets quiet or eschues debate Or loues content or feares leane-visag'd Hate Let him repaire to Court and in the Court Like Iuie cleane vnto some great mans side Whose able strength his weakenesse may support And with his spreading armes and shadow wide Protect and patronize his feeble youth And yeelde him needeful sap t' increase his growth So may he liue secure free from the feare Of publike malice or close-creeping Hate And neuer dread the Sunne or Wind should seare His verdant moysture and exalted state For still hir Lord protects him with his bowes So he growes vp euen as his patron growes O happy man whose fortune t' is to finde This rare-ly-hare of Bowntie in the great Which sooner happens to th' illiterate hinde Then him whose braine the learned Sisters heate Because the man that 's onely great in show Dreads other men his ignorance should know This makes the child of fortune to reueale His thoughts to drudging bores and shallow fooles But all his consultations to conceale From those that are not enemies to schooles For ignorance like euery other sinne Loues still to liue vnknowne and blind within The honest seruant seekes t' amend his Lord And grieus to heare his wants theÌ„selues shuld speak But the base slaue doth fearefully afford A jearing flattery with count'nance bleake To euery word and therefore is regarded When Truth is with suspect and hate rewarded Base flattery and double dilligence That thrusts their fingers into euery place That carries tales and giues intelligence Of all that may their fellowes faith disgrace These are imploy'd these come and go at pleasure Haue what they aske and aske without all measure He that can these shal thriue and may in time Purchase large Lordships with ill gotten wealth And may from Yeomanry to worship clime Ill fare that Gentry so purloynd with stealth But other neuer may expect to rise For to their deeds he turnes his Argus eyes And doth perswade his Lord that his whole care Is like a trusty Seruant for the best His yonger sonne the better for 't shall fare For at his death all shall to him be left The credulous Lord beleeues his smoth conclusion Vntill too late he prooues it an illusion But when the trustie seruant stands aloofe Fore-warning these euents with modestie Exampling this with many likely proofes Of others craft and close hypocrisie He is suspected of deceite his drift Thought a detractors fauour-fauning shift Fond youth who dedicates thy pretious houres To do him seruice that neglects thy meritt And priseth lesse the mindes vnualued powers Then his who only doth rude strength inheritt Fond youth that bind'st thy selfe to be a slaue To him whose loue thy seruice cannot haue O why should I aime all my thoughts to please One like my selfe or to subiect my soule Vnto the vnrespectiue rule of these That onely know how others to controule So Asses suffer Asses spur and ride them So camels kneeld whilst bondmeÌ„ do bestride them But man that is freeborne not borne a beast Should freely beare himselfe and freely loue Where reason doth induce him or at least Where Sympathy of liking equall moue So I could loue and feare obay and serue Him that I see doth see what I deserue For what auailes it me to know so much If other wil no notice take thereof Or cannot well discerne me to be such As I do know my selfe and yet will scoffe At that they vnderstand not and suppose Not smelling there 's no sweetnes in a rose What boots it me to clime the starry Tower And fetch from thence all sectets that remaine Within that euerlasting blissefull Bower If I had none to tell them to againe The soule would glut hirselfe with heauen I know If she might not hir ioyes to others show It is a crowne vnto a gentle brest T'imparte the pleasure of his flowing minde Whose spritely motion neuer taketh rest To one whose bosome he doth open find So wise Promethius stealing heauenly fire In stones the soule of knowledge did inspire O how I least in knowledge and in Art Admire and loue an vnderstanding spirit And share with him my poore deuided hart Wishing his fortunes equall to his merit But since in seruice few of these I find Seruice dislikes my male-contented mind Cum omnis est misera seruitus tum vero intolerabile est seruire impure impudico effeâ—â—nato insulso The resolution THen this my resolution is I knowe All worldly things displease and vex the mind Yet something I must do for here belowe Our time to some imployment Fate doth binde I le be a foole for knowledge is accurst Chaunce makes that best which Nature framed worst I am resolued to be a foole to hate All learning all things else that do not please Great men of clouts whose fortune raised state For some ill parte she crownes with wealth ease So I like Fortune ignorant and blinde Some good fooles Frotune by desert may finde Art Lawe Warre Seruice I le imbrace for neede To serue my wants or to defend my right For otherwayes I purpose not to bleede Or waste my life by day my wit by night But since my soule can nothing certaine finde I am resolued to haue a wauering minde Finis Errando disco