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A11395	Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester; Sepmaine. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Pibrac, Guy du Faur, seigneur de, 1529-1584. Quatrains. English.; La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618. Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 21651; ESTC S110823	556,900	1,016

quick conceipts And bodies victuallers to prouide it meats Will you the Knees and Elbow's springs omit Which serue th' whole Body by their motions fit Ioynts The Knees and Armes For as a Bowe according as the string Is stiff or slack the shafts doth farther fling Our Nerues and Gristles diuersly dispense To th' human Frame meet Motion Might and Sense Knitting the Bones which be the Pillars strong The Sinews Gristles and Bones The beams and Rafters whose firm Ioynts may long Maugre Deaths malice till our Maker calls Support the Fabrik of these Fleshly Walls The Feet Can you conceal the Feets rare-skilfull feature The goodly Bases of this glorious Creature But is' t not time now in his Inner Parts To seeth ' Almightie's admirable Arts First with my Launcet shall I make incision To see the Cells of the twin Brains diuision The Treasurer of Arts the Source of Sense The Seat of Reason and the Fountain whence Our sinews flowe whom Natures prouidence Arm'd with a helm whose double lynings fence The brains cold moisture from its boany Armor Whose hardnes else might hap to bruise or harm-her A Registre where with a secret touch The studious dayly som rare Knowledge couch O how shall I on learned Leaf forth-set That curious Maze that admirable Net Through whose fine folds the spirit doth rise and fall Making its powrs of Vital Animal Euen as the Blood and Spirits wandering Through the preparing vessels crooked Ring Are in their winding course concoct and wrought And by degrees to fruitfull Seed are brought Shall I the Hearts vn-equall sides explain Of the Heart Which equall poiz doth equally sustain Wherof th' one 's fill'd with bloud in th' other bides The vitall Spirit which through the body slides Whose rest-les panting by the constant Pulse Doth witness health or if that take repulse And shift the dance and wonted pase it went It shews that Nature 's wrongd by Accident Or shall I cleaue the Lungs whose motions light Of the Lungues Our inward heat doo temper day and night Like summer gales wauing with gentle puffs The smiling Medows green and gaudy tuffs Light spungy Fans that euer take and giue Th' aetheriall Air whereby we breathe and liue Bellows whose blast breathing by certain pawses A pleasant sound through our speech-Organs causes Or shall I rip the Stomachs hollowness Of the Stomach That ready Cook concocting euery Mess Which in short time it cunningly conuerts Into pure Liquor fit to feed the parts And then the same doth faithfully deliuer Of the Liuer Into the Port-vain passing to the Liuer Who turns it soone to Blood and thence again Through branching pipes of the great Hollow vain Through all the members doth it duly scatter Much like a fountain whose diuided Water It self dispersing into hundred Brooks An apt Similitude Bathes som fair Garden with her winding Crooks For as these Brooks thus branching round about Make heer the Pink there th' Aconite to sprout Heer the sweet Plum-tree the sharp Mulberie there Heer the lowe Vine and there the lofty Pear Heer the hard Almond there the tender Fig Heer bitter Worm-wood there sweet-smelling Spike Euen so the Blood bred of good nourishment Of the Bloud Nourishment By diuers Pipes to all the body sent Turns heer to Bones there changes into Nerues Heer is made Marow there for Muscles serues Heer Skin becoms there crooking Veins there Flesh To make our Limbs more forcefull and more fresh But now me list no neerer view to take Of th' Inward Parts which God did secret make Nor pull in peeces all the Human Frame That work were fitter for those men of Fame Those skilfull sons of Aesculapius Hippocrates or deep Herophilus Or th' eloquent and artificiall Writ Of Galen that renowned Pergamite 'T sufficeth me in som sort to express By this Essay the sacred mightiness Not of Iapetus wittie-fained Son But of the true Prometheus that begun Of the Creation of the Soule And finisht with inimitable Art The famous Image I haue sung in part Now this most peer-les learned Imager Life to his louely Picture to conferr Did not extact out of the Elements A certain secret Chymik Quint-essence But breathing sent as from the liuely Spring Of his Diuinenss som small Riuerling Itself dispersing into euery pipe Of the frail Engin of this earthen Type Not that his own Selfs-Essence blest he brake Of her Essence and substance Or did his Triple-Unitie partake Vnto his Work but without Selfs-expence Inspir'd it richly with rare excellence And by his power so spread his Rays thereon That euen as yet appers a portion Of that pure lustre of Coelestiall Light Whearwith at first it was adorn'd and dight This Adam's spirit did from that spirit deriue Which made the World yet did not thence depriue Whence it is proceeded Of Gods self-substance any part at all As in the Course of Nature doth befall That from the Essence of an Earthly Father Diuers Similes An Earthly Son essentiall parts doth gather Or as in Spring-time from one sappy twig There sprouts another consubstantiall sprig In brief it 's but a breath now though the breath Out of our Stomacks concaue issueth Yet of our substance it transporteth nought Onely it seemeth to be simply fraught And to retain the purer qualities Of th' inward place whence it deriued is Inspired by that Breath this Breath desire I to describe Whoso doth not admire His spirit is sprightless and his sense is past Of the excellēce of Mans soule Who hath no sense of that admired Blast Yet wot I well that as the Ey perceiues All but it self euen so our Soule conceiues All saue her owne selfs Essence but the end Of her own greatnes cannot comprehend Yet as a sound Ey void of vicious matter How she may know her selfe Sees in a sort it self in Glass or Water So in her sacred Works as in a Glass Our Soule almost may see her glorious face The boistrous Winde that rents with roaring blasts Three fit comparisons to that purpose The lofty Pines and to the Welkin casts Millions of Mountains from the watery World And proudest Turrets to the ground hath whurld The pleasing fume that fragrant Roses yeeld When wanton Zephyr sighing on the field Enammels all and to delight the Sky The Earth puts-on her richest Lyuory Th' accorded Discords that are sweetly sent From th' Iuorie ribs of some rare Instrument Cannot be seen but he may well be said Of Flesh and Ears and Nose intirely void Who doth not feel nor hear nor smel the powrs The shock sound sent of storms of strings of flowrs The Soule not only vitall but also diuine and immortall Although our Soule 's pure substance to our sight Be not subiected yet her motion light And rich discourse sufficient proofs doo giue We haue more soule than to suffice to liue A Soule diuine pure sacred admirable Immortall

lately From Ferdinando as a famous Work Vnto Bizantium to the Greatest Turk Wherein a spirit still mouing to and fro Made all the Engin orderly to go And though th' one Sphear did alwaies slowely slide And opposite the other swiftly glide Yet still their Stars kept all their Courses ev'n With the true Courses of the Stars of Heav'n The Sun there shifting in the Zodiack His shining Houses neuer did forsake His pointed Path there in a Month his Sister Fulfill'd her course and changing oft her lustre And form of Face now larger lesser soon Follow'd the Changes of the other Moon O compleat Creature who the starry Sphears Of mans resemblance to his first Paterne which is God Canst make to moue who ' boue the Heav'nly Bears Extend'st thy powr who guidest with thy hand The Day 's bright Chariot and the nightly Brand This curious Lust to imitate the best And fairest Works of the Almightiest By rare effects bears record of thy Linage And high descent and that his sacred Image Was in thy Soule ingrav'n when first his Spirit The spring of life did in thy limms inspire-it For as his Beauties are past all compare So is thy Soule all beautifull and fair As hee 's immortall and is neuer idle Thy Soule 's immortall and can brook no bridle O● sloath to curb her busie Intellect He ponders all thou peizest each effect And thy mature and settled Sapience Hathsom alliance with his Prouidence He works by Reason thou by Rule Hee 's glory Of th' Heav'nly Stages thou of th' Earthly Story Hee 's great High-Priest thou his great Vicar heer Hee 's Souerain Prince and thou his Vice-Roy deer For soon as euer he had framed thee Other testimonies of the excellency of Man constituted Lord of the World Into thy hands he put this Monarchy Made all the Creatures knowe thee for their Lord And com before thee of their own accord And gaue thee power as Master to impose Fit sense-full Names vnto the Hoast that rowes In watery Regions and the wandring Heards Of Forrest people and the painted Birds O too-too happy had that Fall of thine Not cancell'd so the Character diuine But sith our Soules now-sin-obscured Light Wherein consisteth Mans selicitie Shines through the Lanthorn of our Flesh so bright What sacred splendor will this Starr send forth When it shall shine without this vail of Earth The Soule heer lodg'd is like a man that dwels In an ill Aire annoy'd with noysom smells Excellent comparisons In an old House open to winde and weather Neuer in Health not half an hour together Or almost like a Spider who confin'd In her Webs centre shak't with euery winde Moues in an instant if the buzzing Flie Stir but a string of her Lawn Canapie You that haue seen within this ample Table Of the Creation of Woman made for an ayd to Man and without whom Mans life were miserable Among so many Modules admirable Th' admired beauties of the King of Creatures Com com and see the Womans rapting features Without whom heer Man were but half a man But a wilde Wolf but a Barbarian Brute ragefull fierce moody melancholike Hating the Light whom nought but naught could like Born solely for himself bereft of sense Of heart of loue of life of excellence God therefore not to seme less liberal To Man then else to euery animal For perfect patern of a holy Loue To Adams half another half he gaue Ta'en from his side to binde through euery Age With kinder bonds the sacred Mariage Euen as a Surgeon minding off-to-cut Simile Som cure-less limb before in vre he put His violent Engins on the vicious member Bringeth his Patient in a sense-less slumber And grief-less then guided by vse and Art To saue the whole sawes off th' infected part So God empal'd our Grandsiers liuely look Through all his bones a deadly chilness strook Siel'd-vp his sparkling Eys with Iron bands Led down his feet almost to Lethè Sands In brief so numm'd his Soul's and Body's sense That without pain opening his side from thence He took a rib which rarely he refin'd And thereof made the Mother of Mankinde Grauing so liuely on the liuing Bone All Adams beauties that but hardly one Could haue the Louer from his Loue descry'd Or know'n the Bridegroom from his gentle Bride Sauing that she had a more smiling Ey A smoother Chin a Cheek of purer Dy A fainter voice a more inticing Face A Deeper Tress a more delighting Grace And in her bosom more then Lillie-white Two swelling Mounts of Ivory panting light Now after this profound and pleasing Traunce Their Mariage No sooner Adams rauisht eyes did glaunce On the rare beauties of his new-com Half But in his heart he gan to leap and laugh Kissing her kindely calling her his Life His Loue his Stay his Rest his Weal his Wife His other-Self his Help him to refresh Bone of his Bone Flesh of his very Flesh. Source of all ioyes sweet Hee-Shee-Coupled-One Their Epithalamie or wedding Song Thy sacred Birth I neuer think vpon But rauisht I admire how God did then Make Two of One and One of Two again O blessed Bond O happy Mariage Which doost the match 'twixt Christ and vs presage O chastest friendship whose pure flames impart Two Soules in one two Hearts into one Hart O holy knot in Eden instituted Not in this Earth with bloud and wrongs polluted Profan'd with mischiefs the Pre-Scaene of Hell To cursed Creatures that ' gainst Heav'n rebell O sacred Cov'nant which the sin-less Son Of a pure Virgin when he first begun To publish proofs of his drad Powr Diuine By turning Water into perfect Wine At lesser Cana in a wondrous manner Did with his presence sanctifie and honour By thy deer Fauour after our Decease The commodities of Mariage We leaue behinde our liuing Images Change War to Peace in kindred multiply And in our Children liue eternally By thee we quench the wilde and wanton Fires That in our Soule the Paphian shot inspires And taught by thee a loue more firm and fitter We finde the Mel more sweet the Gall less bitter Which heer by turns heap vp our human Life Eu'n now with ioyes anon with iars and strife This done the Lord commands the happy Pair Propagation by the blessing of God With chaste embraces to replenish Fair Th' vnpeopled World that while the World endures Heer might succeed their liuing Pourtraitures He had impos'd the like precept before On th' irefull Droues that in the Desarts roar The fethered Flocks and fruitfull-spawning Legions That liue within the liquid Crystal Regions Thence-forth therefore Bears Bears ingendered The Dolphins Dolphins Vulturs Vulturs bred Men Men and Nature with a change-less Course Still brought forth Children like their Ancestors Vnnaturall Cōiunctions produce monstrous Births Though since indeed as when the fire hath mixt-them The yellow Gold and Siluer pale betwixt them Another Metall

Which her small fingers draw so ev'n and fine Still at the Centre she her warp begins Then round at length her little threds she pins And equall distance to their compass leaues Then neat and nimbly her new web she weaues With her fine shuttle circularly drawn Through all the circuit of her open lawn Open least else th' vngentle Windes should tear Her cipres Tent weaker then any hair And that the foolish Fly migh easter get Within the meshes of her curious Net Which he no sooner doth begin to shake But streight the Male doth to the Centre make That he may conquer more securely there The humming Creature hampred in his snare You Kings that beare the sword of iust Hostilitie The Lion to Kings Pursue the Proud and pardon true Humilitie Like noble Lions that do neuer showe Their strength and stomach on a yeelding Foe But rather through the stoutest throngs doo forrage ' Mid thousands Deaths to shew their daunt-les courage Thou sluggard if thou list to learn thy part The Emmet and Hedge-hog to the sloathfull Goe learn the Emmets and the Vrchins Art In Summer th' one in Autumn th' other takes The Seasons fruits and thence prouision makes Each in his Lodging laying vp a hoord Against cold Winter which doth nought affoord But Reader We resemble one that windes Man may finde in himself excellent instruction From Saba Bandan and the wealthy Indes Through threatning Seas and dangers manifold To seek far-off for Incense Spice and Gold Sith we not loosing from our proper Strand Finde all wherein a happy life doth stand And our owne Bodies self-contained motions Giue the most gross a hundred goodly Notions You Princes Pastors and ye Chiefs of War The head teacheth all persons in authoritie Do not your Laws Sermons and Orders mar Least your examples banefull leaprosies Infect your Subiects Flocks and Companies Beware your euill make not others like For no part 's sound if once the Head be sick You Peers O doo not through self-partiall zeal The Eys instruct Princes and Noble-men With light-brain'd Counsails vex your Common-weal But as both Eys doo but One thing behold Let each his Countries common good vp-hold You that for Others trauail day and night With much-much labour and small benefite The teeth such as trauaile for others Behold the Teeth which Toule-free grinde the food From whence themselues doo reap more greef then good Euen as the Hart hath not a Moments rest The Hart the Ministers of the Word But night and day moues in our panting brest That by his beating it may still impart The liuely spirits about to euery part So those to whome God doth his Flock betake Ought alwaies study alwaies work and wake To breathe by Doctrin and good Conuersation The quickning spirit into their Congregation And as the Stomach from the holesom food The stomacke the same Diuides the grosser part which is not good They ought from false the truth to separate Error from Faith and Cockle from the Wheat To make the best receiv'd for nourishment The bad cast forth as filthy excrement The Hands all Christians to Charitie If Bat or Blade doo threaten sodain harm To belly brest or leg or head or arm With dread-less dread the hand doth ward the blowe Taking her self her brethrens bleeding woe Then mid the shock of sacrilegious Arms That fill the world with blood and boistrous storms Shall we not lendour helping hands to others Whom Faith hath made more neer and deer then Brothers Nor can I see where vnderneath the Sky The whole body the whole society of mankind that euery one ought to stand in his owne vocation A man may finde a iuster Policy Or truer Image of a calme Estate Exempt from Faction Discord and Debate Then in th' harmonious Order that maintains Our Bodies life through Members mutual pains Where one no sooner feels the least offence But all the rest haue of the same a sense The Foot striues not to smell the Nose to walk The Tongue to combat nor the Hand to talk But without troubling of their Common-weal With mutinies they voluntary deal Each in his Office and Heav'n-pointed place Bee 't vile or honest honoured or base But soft my Muse what wilt thou re-repeat The Little-Worlds admired Modulet If twice or thrice one and the same we bring 'T is teadious how euer swect we sing Ther-fore a-shoar Mates let our Anchor fall Heer blowes no Winde heer are we Welcom all Besides consider and conceiue I pray W'haue row'd sufficient for a Sabbath Day THE END OF THE FIRST WEEK Du BARTAS His SECOND VVEEKE Disposed After the proportion of his First Into SEAVEN DAYES viz. THE 1. ADAM THE 2. NOAH THE 3. ABRAHAM THE 4. DAVID THE 5. ZEDECHIAS THE 6. MESSIAS THE 7. Th' ETERNAL SABBATH But of the three last Death preuenting Our Noble Poet hath depriued vs. Acceptam refero TO THE MOST ROYAL PATTERN AND PATRON OF LEARNING AND RELIGION THE HIGH AND MIGHTIE PRINCE IAMES BY THE GRACE OF GOD KING OF GREAT BRITAINE FRANCE IRELAND TR VE DEFENDER OF THE TR VE ANTIENT CHRISTIAN CATHOLIKE AND APOSTOLIKE FAITH c. 1. SONNET From ZEAL Land sayling with the Winde of Loue In the Bark LABOVR stirr'd by Theorems Laden with ●ope and with DESIRE t' approve Bound for Cape Comfort in the I le of IHMMES In such a Mist wee fell vpon the Coast That sodainly vpon the Rock Neglect Vnhappily our Ship and Goods we lost Even in a Place that we did least suspect So Cast away my LIEGE and quight vn-don We Orphan-remnants of a wofefull Wrack Heer cast a-shore to Thee for succour run O Pittie vs for our deer Parent 's sake Who Honour'd Thee both in his Life and Death And to thy guard his POSTHVMES did bequeath 2. SONNET These glorious WORKS and gratefull Monuments Built by Du BARTAS on the ●yrenaeis Your Royall Vertues to immortalize And magnifie your rich Munificence Haue prov'd so Charge-full to Trans-port from thence That our smal Art's-st●ck hardly could suffize To vnder go so great an Enterprize But is even beggerd with th' vn-cast Expense So that except our Muses SOVERAIN With gracious Eye regard her spent Estate And with a hand of Princely Fauour daign To stay her fall before it be too-late She needs must fail as lending Light about Self-spending Lamps for lack of Oyl go-out Voy Sire Saluste To the Right Excellent and most hopefull young Prince HENRY Prince of WALES ANAGR Henricus Stuartus Hic strenuus ratus THE TROPHEIS MAGNIFICENCE THe gratious Welcome You vouchsaf't yer-while To my grave PIBRAC though but meanly clad Makes BARTAS now no Stranger in this Isle More bold to come though suted even as clad To kiss Your HIGHNES Hand and with Your Smile To Crown His Haps and Our faint Hopes to glad Whose weary longings languish in our Stile For in our Wants our very Songs be sad Hee brings for

should drop What booted all to me that am alone Alas my Lord I have enough for one That hath no issue after to inherit But my good seruant ELEAZAR'S merit Not so my Son replies th' Omnipotent Mistake not so my bountifull intent I 'll not disparage to a Servants Fee The rich estate and royall Dignitie That in my People shall heereafter shine No no mine ABRAM even a stock of thine Thine owne deer Nephews even thy proper Seed Shall be thine Heirs and in thy state succeed Yea thine owne Son 's immortal-mortall Race Shall hold in gage the treasures of my Grace The Patriarch then rapt with sodain Ioy Made answer thus Lives then my wandring Boy Lives IS MAEL is IS MAEL alive O happy news Lord let him everthrive And shall his Seed succeed so eminent Ah! let me die then then I die content IS MAEL indeed doth live the Lord replies And lives to father mighty Progenies For from the Day when first his Mother flying Thy ieloux SARA'S curst and threatfull crying To the dry Desarts sandy horror hi'd I have for both been carefull to provide Their extream Thirst due-timely to refresh Conducting them vnto a Fountain fresh In liquid Crystall of whose Mayden spowt Bird never dipt hir bill nor Beast his snowt And if I err not but I cannot err For what is hid from Hearts-Artificer What can the sight of the Sight-maker dim Another Exile yet attendeth him Where-in he shall in season feel and finde How much to him I will be good and kinde He shall growe Great yet shall his rest be small All shall make war on him and He on all Through Corslets Rivets Iacks and Shirts of Mail. Ismaels mightinesse His shaft shall thril the Foes that him assail A swift Hart's heart he shall even running hit A Sparrows head he shall even flying split And in the air shall make the Swallow cease His sweet-sweet note and slicing nimblenesse Yea O Saints-Firstling only for thy sake Twelue mighty Princes will I shortly make Spring from his Loigns whose fruitfull seed shall swaie Even vnto Sur from golden Havila Yet 't is not He with whom I mean to knit Mine inward Covenant th' outward seal of it ISMAEL may bear but not the efficace Thy Son but after flesh not after Grace But to declare that vnder Heavens Frame I hold nought deerer then mine ABRAHAM I 'll open SARA'S dry and barren womb Isaac promised From whence thine ISAAC Earths delight shall com To glad the World a Son that shall like thee Support the Faith and prop her Family Com from thy Tent com forth and heer contemple The golden Wonders of my Throne and Temple Number the Stars measure their bigness bright With fixed ey gaze on their twinkling Light Exactly mark their ordered Courses driven In radiant Coaches through the Lists of Heaven Then mai'st thou also number thine own Seed And comprehend their Faith and plainly read Their noble Acts and of their Publike-State Draw an Idea in thine owne conceit This This is He to and with whom I grant Th' eternall Charter of my Covenant In him the Covenant ratified Which if he truly keep vpon his Race I 'll pour an Ocean of my plentious Grace I 'll not alone giue him these Fields heer seen But even from India all that flowreth green To th' vtmost Ocean's vtmost sand and shelf I 'll give him Heav'n I 'll give him even my Self Hence hence the High and mighty Prince shall spring Of his ligne shall come Christ the Redeemer Sin 's Death's and Hell 's eternall taming King The sacred Founder of Man's soveraign Bliss World's peace world's ransom and world's righteousness Th' Eternal seem'd then towards Heav'n to hie Th' olde-man to followe him with a greedy eie The suddain dis-appearing of the Lord Seem'd like to Powder fired on a boord When smokingly it mounts in suddain flash With little flame giving a little clash Plenty and Pleasure had o're-whelm'd the while Prosperity plungeth the Sodomites in all manner of abhominations Sodom and Gomor in all Vices vile So that already the most ruth-less Rape Of tender Virgins of the rarest shape Th' Adulterous kiss which Wedlocks bands vnbindes Th' Incestuous Bed confounding Kindreds kindes Where Father wooes the Daughter Sister Brother Th' Vnkle the Niece and even the Son the Mother They did not hate nor as they ought abhor But rather scorn'd as sports they car'd not for Forbear deer Younglings pray a-while forbear Stand farther from me or else stop your ear At th' obscene sound of th' vnbeseeming words Which to my Muse this odious place affords Or if it's horror cannot drive you hence Hearing their Sin pray hear their Punishments These beastly Men rather these man-like Beasts Could not be fill'd with VENVS vulgar Feasts Fair Nature could not furnish their Desire Their most execrable sinne Som monstrous mess these Monsters did require An execrable flame inflam'd their hearts Prodigiously they play'd the Womens parts Male hunted Male and acted openly Their furious Lusts in fruitless Venery Therefore to purge Vlcers so pestilent Two heav'nly Scowts the Lord to Sodom sent 2. Angels sent down received and guested by Lot Whom deeming Mortals Lot importunates To take his Lodging and to taste his Cates. For Angels being meer Intelligences Have properly no Bodies nor no senses But sacred Legats of the Holy-One Of the nature and essence of Angels To treat with vs they put our Nature on And take a body fit to exercise The Charge they haue which runs and feeds and flies Dures during their Commission and that past Turns t'Elements whence it was first amasst A simple Spirit the glittering Childe of Light Vnto a bodie doth not so vnite As to the Matter Form incorporates But for a season it accommodates As to his Tool the quaint Artificer That at his pleasure makes the same to stir Yet in such sort that th' instrument we see Holds much of him that mooves it actively But alwaies in som place are Angels though Not as all filling God alone is so The spirit which all good spirits in spirit adore In all on all with-out all evermore Nor as environ'd that alone agrees To bodies bounded with extremities Of the next substance and whose superfice Vnto their place proportionable is But rather as sole selfly-limited And ioyn'd to place yet not as quantiti'd But by the touch of their liue efficace Containing Bodies which they seem t' embrace So visibly those bodies move and ost By word of Mouth bring arrands from aloft And eat with vs but not for sustentation Nor naturally but by meer dispensation Such were the sacred Guests of this good Prince Such courteous ABRAHAM feasted in his Tents When seeing three he did adore but one Which comming down from the celestiall Throne Fore-tolde the sad and sodain Tragedy Of these loose Cities for their Luxury You that your Purse do shut and doors do bar Exhortation to Hospitality

hundred times his colour coms and goes From all his body a cold deaw doth drop His speech doth fail and every sense doth stop But self-return'd two sounding sobs he cast Then two deep sighes then these sad words at last Cruell command quoth He that I should kill A tender Infant innocent of ill That in cold blood I barbarously should murder My fear-less fault-less faithfull Friend nay further Mine owne deer Son and what deer Son Alas Mine only Isaac whose sweet vertues pass The louely sweetnes of his angel-face Isaac sole Pattern of now-Vertue knowen Isaac in years yong but in wisedom growen Isaac whom good-men loue the rest enuy Isaac my hearts heart my lifes life must dy That I should stain an execrable Shrine With Isaac's warm blood issued out of mine O might mine serue 't were tolerable loss 'T were little hurt nay 't were a welcom cross I bear no longer fruit the best of Mee Is like a fruit-less branch-less sap-less Tree Or hollow Trunk which only serues for stais To crawling Iuie's weak and winding sprais But losing Isaac I not only leese My life withall which Heav'ns haue linkt to his But O! more millions of Babes yet vn-bore Than there be sands vpon the L●hian shoar Canst thou mine Arm O canst thou cruell arm In Isaac's breast thy bloody weapon warm Alas I could not but even die for grief Should I but but yield mine Ages sweet relief My bliss my comfort and mine ey 's delight Into the hands of Hang-mens spare-less spight But that mine own self O extreamest Rigour What my self formed should my self dis-figure That I alas with bloody hand and knife Should rip his bosom rend his heart and life That odious Author of a Precedent So rarely ruth-less I should once present Vpon a sacred Altar an Oblation So barbarous O brute abhomination That I should broyl his Flesh and in the flame Behold his bowels crackling in the same 'T is horrible to think and hellish too Cruel to wish impossible to doo Doo 't he that list and that delights in blood I neither will nor can becom so wood T' obey in this God whom we take to be Th' eternall Pillar of all verity And constant faith will he be faith-les now Will he be false and from his promise bow Will he alas vndo what he hath don Mar what he makes and loose what he hath won Sail with each winde and shall his promise then Serue but for snares t' intrap sincerest men Somtimes by his eternall self he swears That my Son Isaac's number-passing Heirs Shall fill the Land and that his fruitfull Race Shall be the blessed levain of his Grace Now he commands me his deer life to spill And in the Cradle my health's Hope to kill To drown the whole World in the blood of him And at one stroak vpon his fruitfull stem To strike-off all the heads of all the flock That should heer-after his drad name inuoak His sacred nostrils with sweetsmels delight His ears with praises with good deeds his sight Will God impugn himself and will he so By his command his couenant ouer throwe And shall my faith my faith's confounder be Then faith or doubting are both one to me Alas what saist thou Abram pawse thou must He that revives the Phoenix from her dust And from dead Silk-worm's Toombs their shining Clews A living bird with painted wings renews Will he forget Isaac the only stock Of his chaste Spouse his Church and chosen flock Will he forget Isaac the onely Light Of all the World for Vertues lustre bright Or can he not if 't please him even in death Restore him life and re-inspire him breath But mark the while thou bringest for defence The All-proof Towr of his Omnipotence Thou shak'st his Iustice. This is certain too God can do all saue that he will not doo He loues none ill for when the wreakfull Waues Were all return'd into their wonted Caues When all the Meads and every fruitfull Plain Began with ioy to see the Sun again So soon as Noah with a gladsom heart Forth of his floating Prison did depart God did forbid Murder and nothing more Then Murder doth his Maiesty abhor But shallow man sound not the vast Abiss Of God's deep Iudgements where no ground there is Be sober-wise so bound thy frail desire And what thou canst not comprehend admire God our Law-maker iust and righteous Maketh his Laws not for himself but vs He frees himself and flies with his Powrs wing No where but where his holy will doth bring All that he doth is good but not therefore Must he needs do it 'cause 't was good before But good is good because it doth indeed From him the Root of perfect good proceed From him the Fountain of pure Righteousness From him whose goodness nothing can express Ah profane thoughts O wretch and think'st thou then That God delights to drink the blood of men That he intends by such a strange impietie To plant his seruice You you forged deitie Of Molech Milcom Camosh Astaroth Your damned Shrines with such dire Orgies blot You Tyrants you delight in Sacrifice Of slaughtered Children 't is your bloody guise You cruell Idols with such Hecatombs To glut the rage of your outrageous dooms You holde no sent so sweet no gift so good As streaming Riuers of our luke-warm blood Not Abram's God ay gratious holy kinde Who made the World but onely for Man-kinde Who hates the bloody hands his Creatures loues And contrite hearts for sacrifice approues You you disguiz'd as angels of the light Would make my God Author of this despight Supplant my Faith on his sure promise built And stain his Altars with this bloody guilt No no my ioy my Boy thrice-happy born Yea more then so if furious I forlorn Hurt not thy Hap a Father shalt thou be Of happy People that shall spring from thee Fear not deer Child that I vnnaturall Should in thy blood imbrue my hand at all Or by th' exployt of such detested deed Commend my name to them that shall succeed I will the Fame that of my name shall ring In time to com shall fly with fairer wing The lofty Pine that 's shaken to and fro 〈◊〉 With Counter-pufs of sundry windes that blowe Now swaying South-ward tears som root in twain Then bending North-ward doth another strain Reels vp and down tost by two Tyrants fell Would fall but cannot neither yet can tell Inconstant Neu●er that to both doth yield Which of the two is like to win the Fi●ld So Abraham on each side set-vpon Betwixt his Faith and his Affection One while his Faith anon Affection sways Now wins Religion anon Reason waighs Hee 's now a fond and then a faithfull Father Now resolute anon relenting rather One while the Flesh hath got the vpper hand Anon the Spirit the same doth countermand Hee 's loth alas his tender Son to kill But much more loth to break His Fathers will For thus at

like God be honoured 33 Then saw I him that served Sapores For foot-stoole base I saw Aurelian Valeri●● Decius Lycinus and Hostilian And fell Maxentius marching next to these 34 I saw great Traian learn'd Aurelius And learned Dioclesian all which three Among wise Caesars might well praysed be Had they not been 'gainst Christians barbarous 35 Iustin Theodorus Constantinus Sonne An●stasius Heraclius Ualence Constance Manuel And that Bizantian Prince that did mis-tell A foure-fold Essence in the onely ONE Comn●●●●s 36 Then Goaths and Uandals Gens'ric Trasimond Honorius Theodorus Totilas Alaricus and Rhotoris alas Who Rome and Afrik with S 〈…〉 blood haue drown'd 37 But who is this that laden so with chains By thousand hang-men racked with despight By thousand furies tortur'd day and night For God-les deeds receiues so righteous pains 38 'T is Mahomet who more by Mauors Art Sergius a Nestorian Monk holp Mahomet to make his Alcoran Than 's Alcaron Bird of a Friers nest Hath all subdu'd the wealthy golden East And won with-all the triple world's best part 39 I see Prince Saladine of match-les force But th' Alcaron too-deeply favouring Haly th' Caliphe and the wanton King That did our Maids on Edess Altars force 40 With wrath and woe old Ottoman opprest Too-late repentance in his face presents And Mahomet the second much laments That he the Greekish Emperie supprest 41 So the proud scorn of scourge-Turk Tamberlain Baiazeth That in an iron Cage was cooped straight And he that first presum'd to passe the Streight Which Europ's bounds divides from th' Asian 42 Then he that quittance did with Scythia cry And over Sea his Scepter rais'd again Mahomet 3 And Amurath that did repell amain Uincenslaus that first had made him fly 43 Orcan the Phrigian s fear and Calipine Who foil'd Sigismond's hoast his Father fear'd And Baiazeth that being haughty rear'd By Germain Tropheis did their peace repine 44 He that his Sire and Brother put to death Selim ● Is with a Cable kill'd his Son that quail'd Th' Hungarian King and Rhodes and Bud assail'd Solyman With trembling fear now quakes like Aspen leaf 45 And neer this Solyman ther doth remain An empty room for him that yet survives Selim. Who by our Kings strange iars so richly thrives That proud he threats both Germany and Spain 46 O wretched Christians while your civillrage Gainst your owne hearts doth arme your proper hands O see you not the Turks invade your Lands And safely spoyl the Lords choise heritage 47 The discord growen 'twixt the Bulgarian King And th' Eastern Caesar even the Bridge it was For hate-Christ Turks the Hellespont to pass And so in Greece a Pagan Scepter bring 48 The discord of two brethren Morea lost And O! I fear lest Christians home-bred frayes Dejecting quite Christs name and all his prayse Bring Turks to land in farthest Western coast 49 Forget then Christians your vn-christian iarr● Your civill strife for wagging of a straw Ioyn harts hands and all ioynt weapons draw In Faith's defence to fight Iehoua's warrs 50 In Asia and Egypt make your Forces knowen Recover Gaza A●tioch Ascalon Tyre Sidon Ioppa and King Dauids Throne And Famagosta lost a yeer agon Canto II. 1 THough bloody Tyrants had in every age Busiris Altars Bulls of Phalaris Gemonid Ladders making Land and Seas And fire and air racks of their beastly rage 2 Yet could they neuer wound the Church so much As haue the Writings of the worldly Wise Which on mens soules doo felly tyrannize The tortures onely did the bodies touch 3 These Sages puft with self-conceited pride Dare to controule th' Almighties match-less work Where mystik Secrets from our senses lurk The search wherof the Lord hath vs deni'd 4 And though the spred of our too-feeble wings Scant rayse vs from the ground they mount aloft Even vp to Heav'n where they do measure oft By their Wits compass God's eternall things 5 Their knowledge is but meerly ignorance They lose the truth in seeking it too much For Truth doth still conceal her self from such And to the humble doth herself advance 6 Truth alwayes dwels within the holy Tables Of God's liue Word not in our wanton brain Which dayly coyning som strange Error vain For Gold takes Lead for Truth electeth Fables 7 Long time their reasons were with Reason ri●e To wrack the Church and Faith to ruinate But now I see they doo detest too late Their former errors and their former life 8 In formost rank march all Gymno-sophists 1 The ancient Sages of the world Follow'd by all the cunning Persian Mages Th' old French Druids learned Calde-Sages And flower of all the Brachmane-sophists 9 Pathagoras Zeno Xenophanes 2 Philosophers Greeks Latins Parmenides merrie Democritus Empedocles and sad Heraclitus Archytas Naucides Nausiphanes 10 Brief all the Doctors of the Latin Sect Tearing their Tresses melting into tears Beating their breasts detest those Dreams of theirs And so the greatest of the Greeks Elect. 11 Anaximander Anaximenes Mylesian Thales Anaxagoras Gnawen with continuall care cry out alas On their owne Errors and so Socrates 12 Cleanthes and Chrysippus next to these With Zeno Sto●k● that haue often stray'd And next the Cyn●ks all as ill-appay'd Diogenes Crates Antisthones 13 There the grand Patrons of each A●adem Plato Speusippus and Zenocrates Clytomachus Crantor Carneades And he that labours to conciliate them 14 There mourns in vain Pirrhon Son of Plistarchus That fond beleeues not what his ears do hear Eyes see nose smells tongue tastes and hands do bear Then Timon Hecate and Anaxarchus 15 There the Stagirian that with learned vain Aristotle In 's Works includes the Encyclopedy Sorrie t' haue led so many soules awry With Strato and Theophrastus doth complain 16 There carnall Epicurns wayls with tears And Metodorus next to whom there came Both Aristipp● Aretas and that same Vile wretch that coyn'd a worser sect than theirs 17 I mean that Monster Theodorus hight Who shame-less sayes Ther is no God at all And that the Wise may when occasion● fall Be Lyer Traytor Theef and Sodomite 18 Alas how true the Proverb proves too plain Saying Bad weeds grow euery-where a-pace But wholsom hearbs scant spring in any place Without great labour and continuall pain 19 O Graecians Baen thy mortifying mores To growe in Rome the swelling Seas haue crost From Rome too soon over the Alps have past As far as France and all her neighbour shoars 20 Thy deadly Plant now buds on Iustice Throne In Christian Camps and Courts of Christian Kings In Church and Chair and every-where so springs That with thy thistles all is over-growen 21 But now return we to our task again All these Wise-men of God have false defin'd Of Cheefest-good Soules or wrong place assign'd Where dead we feel or end-les peace or pain 22 Those that since Christ true Son of righteousness 3. Deceiptfull Sophists and Apostataes opē Enemies

' innocent pren en main la raison Car Dieu te doit la-haut iuger encore First honour God and then thy Parents deere Be true and Iust and see thou neuer grudge The Innocents oppressed cause to cleere For one-day God shall also be thy Iudge 2 Si en iugeant la faueur te commande Si corrompu par or ou par presens Tu fais iustice au grè des Courtisans Ne doute point que Dieu ne te le rende If gold and bribes corrupt thy conscience If feare or fauour in thy Iudgement sway thee If thou respect the Persons difference Be sure that God will in the end re-pay-thee 3 Auecle iour commence ta iournèe De l'Eternel lesainct nom benissant Le soir aussi ton labeur finissant Loue-le encor ' passe ainsi l'annèe Begin thy Dayes-work when the Day begins First blessing Gods thrice-blessed Name deuout And then at Euening when thy labour ends Praise him againe so bring the yeere about 4 Adore assis comme le Grec ordonne Dieu en courant ne veut estre honorè D'vn fer me cueur il veut estre adorè Mais ce cueur là il fault qu'il nous le donne Adore thou sitting as the Greek doth bid For running Prayer is praeposterous With stedfast Heart God will be worshipped But such a heart himselfe must giue to vs. 5 Ne va disant ma main a faict cest oeuure Oumavertu cebel oeuure a parfaict Mais dis ainsi Dieu par moy l'oeuure a faict Dieu est l'autheur du peu de bien que i'oeuure Say not My hand this Work to end hath brought Nor This my Vertue hath attayned to Say rather thus This God by me hath wrought God's Author of the little Good I doo 6 Tout l'Vniuers n'est qu'vne citè ronde Chacun a droict de s'en dire bourgeois Le Scythe More autant que le Gregeois Le plus petit que le plus grand du monde The World is all but a round Citie like Where each may right be said a Citizen As well the rude Barbarian as the Greeke As well the meanest as the mightiest men 7 Dans le pourpris de ceste cite belle Dieu a logé l'homme comme en lieu sainct Comme en vn Temple ou luy mesmes s'est peinct En mil endroicts de couleur immortelle In this faire Citie 's goodly Walls God planted And placed man as in a Sanctuarie Where He himselfe in thousand parts hath painted With liuely coulours that do neuer varie 8 Il n'y a coing si petit dans ce temple Ou la grandeur n'apparoisse de Dieu L'homme est plantè iustement au milieu A fin que mieux par tout il la contemple There 's not a nooke so small in all this Temple Wherein God's Greatnes doth not plaine appeare Which that we might the better all contemple He placed man iust in the middle heere 9 Il ne scauroit ailleurs mieux la cognoistre Que dedans soy où comme en vn miroir La terre il peut le ciel mesme voir Car tout le monde est compris en son estre Yet can he no-where better knowe the same Then in himselfe where-in he may behold As in a Glasse Earth Water Aire and Flame For All the World his Essence doth in-fold 10 Qui a de soy parfaicte cognoissance N'ignore rien de ce qu'il fault scauoir Mais le moyen asseurè de l'auoir Est se mirer dedans la sapience Who of Himselfe hath perfect Knowledge gain'd Ignoreth nothing that he ought to know But the best meanes whereby it is attain'd Is often-times to Wisedomes Glasse to goe 11 Ce que tu vois de l'homme n'est pas l'homme C'est la prison où il est enserrè C'est le tombeau où il est enterrè Le lict branlant où il dort vn court somme That which thou seest of Man it is not Man 'T is but a Prison that him Captiue keepes 'T is but a Toombe where Hee 's interred wan 'T is but the Cradle where a while he sleepes 12 Ce corps mortel où l'oeil rauy contemple Muscles nerfs la chair le sang la peau Ce n'est pas l'homme il est beaucoup plus beau Aussi Dieu l'a reseruè pour son temple This mortall Body where the rauisht sense Sees sinnewes flesh bones muscles blood and skinne It is not Man Man 's of more excellence As the fair Temple that God dwelleth-in 13 Abien parler ce que l'homme on appelle C'est vn rayon de la diuinitè C'est vn atome esclos de l'vnitè C'est vn degout de la source eternelle Rightly to speake what Man we call and count It is a beamling of Diuinitie It is a dropling of th' Eternall Fount It is a moatling hatcht of th' Vnitie 14 Recognoy donc homme ton origine Et braue haut dedaigne ces bas lieux Puis que fleurir tu dois la hault ès cieux Et que tu es vne plante diuine Then knowe O Man thine owne Originall And braue-ambitious scorne base Cells of Earth Sith thou shalt flourish in Heav'ns glistring Hall And art indeede a Diuine Plant by Birth 15 Il t'est permis t'orgueillir de la race Non de ta mere outon pere mortel Mais bien de Dieu ton vray pere immortel Qui t' a moulè au moule de sa face Wel maist thou vaunt thee of thy glorious Race Not from thy mortall Parents either Ligne But from thy true Immortall Father's Grace Who by the Modell of his Face made thine 16 Au ciel n'y à nombre infiny d'Idèes Platon s'est trop en cela mesconte Denostre Dieu la pure volontè Est le seul moule à toutes choses nèes There 's not in Heav'n a number infinite Of bright Idéas Plato did mistake God's only Will the only Rule of Right Was th' only mould of all that he did make 17 Il veut c'est faict sans trauail sans peine Tous animaux iusqu'au moindre qui vit Il a creè les soustient les nourrit Et les deffaict du vent de son aleine He Will'd and it was done He without paine All kinde of Creatures to the least that is Created feedeth and doth still sustaine And re-dissolues them with that breath of his 18 Hausse tes yeux la voute suspendue Ce beau lambris de la couleur deseaux Ce rond parfaict de deux globes i●meaux Ce firmament esloignè de la veue Lift vp thine eyes The hanging Vault aboue The goodly Seeling of a Waterie hew The perfect Orbes of Twinnes that euer moue The spangled Firmament so farre from view 19 Brief ce quiest qui fut qui peut estre En terre en mer au plus cachè das cieux Si tost