captiue France releast May now the Clergie ingenuously confess God on Thy Side giuing Thy Right Success Crowning Thy Vertues with sacred Oyle Of his own Spirit anointing Thee the while May now in briefe All Frenchmen say sing Thou art Thou ought'st Thou only canst be King But ô some Gangrene Plague or Leprosie O're-spreads vs all a Brand of Mutinie Barnes France to Ashes And but Thou vnidle Bear'st-vp so hard this stumbling Kingdoms Bridle Our State yerst honor'd where the Sun doth rise Would flie in Sparks or die in Atomies Priests strike the Fire the Nobles blow the Coale Of this Consumption People peeuish whole Pleasd with the Blaze do wretched-witched Elves For fuell fooles cast-in their willing Selues O Clergy mindless of your Cure and Coat Becomes it you to cut your Princes throat To kill your King Who in the Wombe of kin To Thousand Kings that Office did begin Who for Your Law Your Altars Your Honors Hath ventur'd oft his blood in many manners Who as deuout to Rome as any Man Fear'd most your roring Bulls of Vatican And canonize amid the sacred Roule Of glorious Saints a Patricidiall Soule Whose bloody hand had stabd with baneful knife The Lords Anointed Him rest of life Ignoble Nobles see You not alas Your King supplanting you your Selues abasse And while you raze this Royall Monarchie You madlie raise a monstrous Anarchie A Chaos rude still whetting day and night Against your Selues the Peoples proud Despight Who hate the Vertuous haue onely Hope T' ensue the Switzers too-rebellious Scope And Thou fond People Who before a Father A wise iust King a valiant Monarch rather Tak'st hundred Tyrants who with tushes fell Will suck thy marrow out crack thy shell To whom the Gold from India's bowels brought Or mid the Sands of shining Tagus sought Seems not so good as doth the Gold they fet From out thy Womb or what thy Tears shall wet No no the French or Deafe or Lethargik Feele not their danger though thus deadly Sick Or if they liue and feele they frantik arm Against their Leach that fain would cure their harm Applying many sound-sweet Medcines fit But They the more increase their furious Fit Yet Courage HENRY six thy Thoughts heeron Pursue braue Prince thy Cure so well begun And sith so little gentle Plaisters thriue Let it be launc't lay-on the Corrosiue Câ—oke me This Hydra whence such MoÌ„sters sprout And with thy Famâ— fill me the World about Follow thy Fortâ—â—e Hills most lofty-browd Stoop to thy Steps swift Riuers swelling proud Dry-vp before thee Armies full of Boast Like Vapoâ—s vanish at Thy sight almost Yea at thy Name alone the strongest Wall And mâ—ssâ—â—st Towrs shake as affraid fall But yet My Liege beware how Thou expose Thy blood so oft among thy bloody Foes Be not too-lauish of thy Life but waigh That Our Good-Hap on Thine dependeth aye But if Thou light regard This lowe Request Of Thy Fames Trumpet list how France at least Presents her to thee not as Once Shee was When Baltik Seas within Her bounds did pass When Nile Euphrate as Her Vnder-Realms Through fruitful Plains rould tributary streams When to proud Spanyards Shee did Kings allow And to Her Lawes imperiall ROME did bow But lean lank bleak weak all too-torn And in a Gulfe of Miseries forlorn Deer Son saith She nay My Defender rather My Staff my Stay my second-founding Father For Grief and Furie I should desperate die I should Selfe stab-mee I should shamefully Stop mine own breath to stint these Cares of mine Wert Thou not Mine my Liege were I not Thine Therfore deer Spouse be of thy Life less lauish Let not My Lord Fames greedy Thirst so rauish Thy dauntless Courage into Dangers need-less Nor too-too-hardy hazard Thee so heed-less A braue great Monarch in Youths heat behoues Once twise or thrise to shew Courageous proues For Prowesse is bright Honors brauest Gate Yea the first Step whereby the Fortunate Climbe Glorie's Mount nothing more in briefe Fires Souldiers Valor then a Valiant Chiefe But afterward he must more warie vvar And with his Wit ofter then Weapon far His spirits contenting with the pleasing-paine Noâ— of a Souldier but Soueraign◠〈…〉 My Soâ— too often hath thine own hand dealt Too-many Blowes which thousands yerst haue felt My Liege too-often hast Thou toyled Thee For Honors Prize braue Prince My Victory Not in thine Arms streÌ„gth but â—hy Yeers length lies Thy Life my Life Thy Death my Death implies If Thou thy Self neglect respect Me though At least some Pittie to thy Country showe Weigh weigh my sad plight if vntimely Death Should ô vntimely reaue My HENRY's breath Euen like a widow-Ship her Pilot lost Her Rudder broke in ragefull Tempest tost Against the horned Rocks or horrid Banks Hoaring the Shore with her dispersed Planks But if too-much Heart of thy life too-careless Too-soone expose thee not to Sisters-spareless I hope to flourish more then e'r in Arts Wealth Honors Manners Vertues Valiant hearts â—ligion Lawes and Thy iust Raign at rest 〈◊〉 Happinesse shall match AVGVSTVS Best FINIS â—ONOR's FARWEL To Her Honorable Frends Or The LADIE HAY's Last Will Copied By a Well-willer in WAKEFVL DREAM Dedicated TO Her R. Honorable Executors TO My Reuerend Friend M r. Doctor Hall NOne should but Thou This Ladies death be grieving None knew so well the Vertues of her life Death 's robd of Her death by Thy labours rife By Thee is Shee in Heav'n Earth still liuing Heav'n by hearing through Thee belieuing Th' eternall Word which taught Her Holy strife Gainst Hell Sin and as becomes a Wife Peace with her Spouse him due Obedience giuing Earth for acting in so gracious measure The twice preacht Lectures of thy Life Tongue Alms Meeknes Mildnes towards Old Young 〈◊〉 giuing wrongs forgetting all Displeasure O happy Seed that fell in such a Ground And happy Soile that such a Seed-man found I. S. TO The Right Honourable Executors Overseers EDWARD Lord Denny IAMES Lord Hay MARY Lady Denny â—â—om Gratitude From Dutie From Affection â—o You my Lords Your HONOR Your Name â—â—â—hout Offence without Mis-sense or Blame â—…iue conceiue consider THIS DIRECTION â—â—â—INST th' Excess the Rage the Insurrection â—ears of Sighs of Sorrowes FOR THIS DAME â—EAD WHO LIVES in Soule in Seed in Fame â—RING Breth Life Strength To THIS COLLECTIOÌ„ 〈◊〉 aimed meant FOR quick kind keen CORRECTIOÌ„ â—en of Minds of Manners OVT OF FRAME â—ie Court Country ALL TOO-BLAME â—gh Sin 's throgh Satan's throgh our Selues INFECTION â—n Vow Som Verse Som Monument To HONOR â—ought I ought and Thus I Dreamed on-Her I. S. HONOR'S FAREWELL FRom Man-Gods Birth the Scale of Earth to Heau'n Th' Yeer twice Eight hundred twice single Seau'n â—midst the Month which Second Caesar names â—on the Day which Diane weekely clames â—bout the Howre that golden Morpheus vses â—hantastikly to feast perplexed Muses â—hile
euer did good for meer Goodnes cause This Baen of Soules and that same Fopperie Of old sirnamed Dysidaimonié Whose hart deiect with Terrors ouer-strong To feare God 's Iustice doth his Mercie wrong Right Seruile Feare with Errors foolify'd Haue driuen Eusebia hence els wheare to bide Because th' one loues not th' other miss-beloues What best to fear and least presume behoues The Angell therefore ferrets euerie nook And narrowly her wonted haunts dooth looke In euerie Cloister and in euerie Cell Where Folk belieu'd that She did euer dwell Yet nothing findes hee of her anie-wheare Saue some old track or footing heer and there No though he visite the austerities Of famous Abbayes and faire Nunneries But in Her stead he meeteth euermore One of These Haggs in euerie Couent Doore Dresst in a habite of so humble showe That hard it was the difference to knowe Yet at the last prying on euerie side Her as conceald in a by-place hee spi'd Where with incessant teares shee stayd to rew And to bewaile our Errours old and new Amid an humble Troupe whom like Desire To loath the VVorld and from it to retire Had made preferre a poore and meane estate Yea Want itself in place so separate Before the Wealth the Honours and Delights Where-with the World inueigles as inuites As choosing rather heer to lose all These Then lose thereby their Soules eternall Ease In this sequestred place prostrate in Prayer Best Antidote gainst Hopes-pride and Despaire The Two grand Poisons of Soules Faculties The Angell found Eusebia on her knees Their Talk was short the Time inportun'd so In brief therefore hee doth his Message showe Acquaints her quickly VVhence and Why he came Then She eftsoones consenting to the same Away they post in a swift Aierie Coach Towards the place where all the rest approach The generall Rendez-vous for all This Act VVhere yet alas the Ladie Dice a lackt For th' Angell tasked to goe seek her forth Sees her no more conuersing on the Earth Nor findes her sitting as she wont of-old On Princes Thrones and Prelats vncontrould Nor among Magistrates which are the Tongue And Life of Lawe t' interpret Right and Wrong Where-at amazed and desiring more To sound what reason Men could yield therefore Assumes a Bodie bearing in his hands A bagg of VVritings and seem-Deeds for Lands Comes to a Hall all full of Murmuring Of people pricked with the angrie sting Of fel Eridea who her Venome sheds Euen into Boores and Paisants harts and heads By Her keen furie as wiith Brizes stung And by Merimnè and Dapania wrung In This great Hall vnknow'n vnto Repose Stalks that stern Furie either among those Of her owne Frye or 'mong the wretched Crew VVhom Her hard Gripes had made in vain to rew A Rank of Seats each vnto other fixt And euery-one a sundrie Name affixt Bordred the Walls smoakie with age'and foule Perches of manie plumie-pownced Fowle Whose nimble Quills haue learnd to flye for that Rich Minerall which makes men peace and prate There was no Order a lowd-buzzing Presse VVith whirling Eddies hurry'd without cease Full of all Sorts of Priests of Gentlemen Merchants Mechaniks Grooms and Husbandmen Each iustled other crowding to and fro As heer and there the stream did ebb and flowe This yauld that brauld another beat the Barr One woo'd the Iudge another vrg'd him farr This proues Default That pleads a Warrantie This auoides Witnes That appeals more high Another fleering dooth his Aduerse flowte With Rod in hand the Vshers trudge about A world of Lawyers swarm'd yet some had leasure As least imploy'd the Places length to measure All boyld with Discords one no sooner don But instantly another New begun With such a Noise as soundeth neer the Shoare When towards a Storm the Sea beginns to roare Hard-by this Ocean which Night only stilld Appeerd an Old-man as one deeplie illd And inly galled for some grieuous Losse With eyes lift-vp pale cheeks and armes acrosse Whom th'Angell spying towards him he speeds And seeming Mortall by his Shape and weeds Good Father sayd hee so to sound his minde Where might I think you Lady Dicea finde VVhom I haue sought already far and neer And surely thought now to haue found her heer Dicea my sonne said the Old-man well-nigh Gushing out Teares which stood in either eye And sending forth a deep-fet Sigh before Dicea alas is in the World no more That Fire which only Death hath power to quench That fel Desire no Deluge else can stanch The burning Thirst of Worldly Goods and Gold And all Sinns taught to warr against her bold Haue forc't her to forsake this wretched Frame And fly again to Heauen whence first she came Or if in Earth she yet haue anie Stance 'T is with the Chinois Turkes or Scythians But in This Climat hardlie dooth appeer Anie small signe to showe she hath bin heer Cruell Adicea in her Roome is sett Hate Fauour Fraude and Madame Counterfait Out of all Courts hunting all Conscience quight Make of Right crooked and of Crooked Right Art and Deceipt keep thear their open Schooles Reason and Lawe are but the phraze of Fooles For Law and Reason are now waigh'd by Sleight In golden Scales where only GOLD is waight Thus the Old-man proceeding still complaind Till th'Angell thus his Blasphemies restraind Alas good Father your fresh Grief I see For some great Suite late lost vnhappily From your sad lipps this bitter language drawes Excusable perhaps for your Grief's Cause But th' eye of Passion ill discernes the truth This hauing spoken the Celestiall youth Turns to another lesse disturb'd in minde And likewise askes Where he might Dicea finde Hee more discreet and milder-spoken farr Replyes My Sonne sure verie few there are Yea of the wisest who best vnderstand That easily can answer thy demand For One perhaps will think her to be there Whereas another seeming wrongd will swear By Heau'n and all that in it Heau'n containes That not a spark nor mark of her remaines Each holding her present or absent still As his owne Cause hath thryued well or ill But I 'll assure thee and past all Appeal That in this Place shee dooth not alwayes dwell Sometimes shee comes and brings for Companie Honor and Faith and old Integritie But the strange Tricks of a bold babbling Dame Call'd Quiddi-quirk as barbarous as her Name Molest her so that soon they driue her hence For Both at-once haue no-where Residence And Plutus too her many-times dismaies With that sweet Power whereby the world he swaies Causing her oft return with heauie cheer And that 's the Cause she stayes so seldom heer Oft haue I seen her on the souverain Seat In that high Senate whose Edicts compleat Sway all the Kingdome and if anie-where I sure belieue you yet shall find her There If those Abuses whose bold Tyrannie From other Thrones hath driuen her openly Haue not crept-in by some close Golden Port But farr bee That from such a
All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted â—eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becomâ— Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspirâ— Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast â—ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
Of Either Sex of Every Sort must die Yea th' INNOCENT for Our imputed Ill Who came not Lawes to break but to ful-fill The Son of GOD The Son of MAN become Th' Immortal yielded to This mortal Doome â—o that for Sin no Son of MAN hath breath But once must dye Wages of SIN is Death As for the reason Why it comes to passe Somtimes that Age seems to haue turn'd his Glasse While oftentimes Youth's yer it seem begun Is crackt or broken or already run Why Lillies Roses Gillie-flowers be reft When Nettles Thistles Hemlocks heere be left Why Cedres Okes Vines Oliues rather fall Then Brush and Bryars good for nought at all Let Flesh and Blood let Dust be rather mute Then with His MAKER sawcily dispute Yet heer me thinks but little Question needs Doe not We rather gather Herbes then Weeds Doe not We take the timber for our turn And leaue the Dottrells in their time to burn And in the Shambles who is it but would Be rather sped of yong Flesh then of old And yet in Season when we see it good Wee weed our Gardens fell our Vnder-wood And kill old Cattell least they goar the yong Or fall away or mix some Mange among Much like the Lord who knoweth best all Season And best obserues But will we vrge his Reason His Reason is His WIL His Wil is iust Or rather Iustice which His Power must In Wisedome execute right vnderstood To His Owne Glory and His Childrens Good Wherein His Goodnes through His Mercy shines To cleer and cheer devout and humble mindes For to the Godly in despight of Hell Heav'n maketh all things to re-issue well Heer heer 's a Harbour heer 's a quiet Shore From Sorrowe's Surges all Storms that rore This is Cap Comfort a high Promontorie Of richer Store then heer is roome to storie Heer let vs bide and ride-out all Events With Anchor Hope and Cable Patience Vntill our Bark some happy Gale shall driue Home to the Haven where we would All arriue Come Noble Vi-Count put into This Bay Where with a Light our A'M'RAL leads the way Though deepest laden the most distrest The greatest Ship of Burthen and the best HIM boldly follow though heer as CHIEF In Grief as Greatnes His must drown your Grief Count it an Honour to be call'd to try Your Vertue 's Valour in your Soveraine's eye Wee All partake His Cross His Losse is Ours But His Affections to the life are Yours The neerer then You match His mournful fate His royal Patience neerer imitate And you sad Lady Mother of annoy For hauing lost the prime Sonne of your Ioy Ah! see the Soveraine of your Sex hath so Some think it ease to haue some peer in Woe But such a PEER and such a Pattern too Should much me thinks confirm comfort You To beare-vp hard into this happy Road And lighten somwhat of Your heauy Load The rather sith besides the Happinesse Which now aboue your Darling doth possesse The Crown the Kingdome and the Companie Of All the holy heauenly HIERARCHIE Besides your Mess of goodly GRACES left Whose WORTH froÌ„ Al the Prize of Worth hath reft Foure louely Nymphs foure Rivers as it were Your veines of Vertue through the Land to bear You haue another Model of The same To propagate renowned SIDNEY'S Name Another like in every part to proue As worthy of our Honor and your Loue In whom if now You IOB-like bear this Cross Heav'n may restore you manifold your Loss FINIS THE SECOND SESSION of the PARLIAMENT of Vertues Reall Continued by Prorogation For better Propagation of all true Piëtie Vtter Extirpation of ATHEISME HYPOCRISIE AVARICE CRVELTIE PRIDE LVXVRIE From th' Originall Transcribed Inscribed To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Great Britaine By IOSVAH SYLVESTER A DIVINE TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall OR THE HISTORIE OF His Heroicall Patience In A measured METAPHRASE To ARTHVRS CASTLE call'd by ART'S CHAST LVRE My Hope Heere Hasteth For My HART 's LAST CVRE Sir YOV haue seene In My PANARETVS A SVVEET IDEA Of Our hopes in YOU A REAL ACT of That Ideall VIEVVE In My LEVVâ—… Roy â—… Vertue Heer more HEROIK and more HOLY-True I bring Your Highness Yet A Higher Peece Past all the Patternâ—… of old Rome Greece Faith 's PATIENT Champion in His Triumph due Farre bee His Crosses FroÌ„ my Prince I pray Neer bee His Course As the most Completâ—… In sacred GRACES that beseeme The GREAT Towards God and Man in Cleer or Clowdy Day So much More needfull In This Sin-full Age By How Much Satan neer his end doth rage VVith VVhom and His the better Aye to wras tle Great Michael gard strengthen ARTHVRS CASTLE praies Prostrate Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Reuerend Honorable FAther GEORGE ABBOT Lord ARCH-Bishop OF CANTERBVRY IN Grate-full HONOR Of Your MANY Giftes Of GRACE NATVRE Apted to Your Place This DORIKE Piller My DEVOTION liftes To shewe Heere After What We owe your Grace Both for Your Prudence And Your Pious Zeale Learning And Labour In Your Double Charge Swaying The CHVRCH Staying the CoÌ„mon-Weal Most STVDIOVS Euer EITHER to Enlarge And Last not least of all For CONSTANT standing On Right 's vveake Side Against the tide of wrong When PHILISTINES And Daliladies banding With Armes or Charmes Would bind or blind the Strong In Honor of these Honors this I bring To Reuerend ABBOT His Second KING VESTER SYL VESTER Deditissimus TO The Right Honourable The Lord ELESMORE L. High Chancelour of England * THOMAS EGERTONVS Anagramma * NESTOR THEOMAGVS GRaue * GOD-WISE NESTOR Neuer did a Name Saue A IVST MASTER better speak a man As Court Councell with Mee witnes can Than doth Your Owne in This Your Anagram Should I A Volume of Your Vertues frame Broad as my Brest Thicker then my Span Could I say More more True more Duly than The Character concluded in This same For * PIOVS-Prudence cannot but be Iust And Iustice cannot but be Temperate And Temperance from Courage issue must So that Your Name doth Your whole Life relate So NESTOR-like for grace-full * Godly-Sage That Nothing wants but what we wish His Age. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honourable WILLIAM HARBERT Earle of Penbroke Lord Chamberlaine c. PATIENCE preuailes when Passions are vndon This doth This Volume truly intimate So doth Your Vertue firm and fortunate Now cheer'd with Radiance of our Royall Sun O! long and Happy may Hee shine vpon So Noble a Plant mo Such to propagate So Grace-full Vse-full both in Court and State Help-full to All Hurt-full at-all to None Among Those Many whom your Worth hath won Of either Sexe of euery Age and State With glad Applauses to congratulate The worthie Honour of Your Charge begun Though not perhaps so long and lowd as Many Accept My AVE as Deuout as Any Your Lordships most obliged Iosuah Sylvester To the Right
addresse Him would I seek of Him would I enquire Whose Works are great whose Wonders all admire Vnspiable Vnspeakeable by Man Immutable Inserâ—table to scan Who on the Earth the raine at pleasure poures And in the Streets distills the liquid Showers Who lifts the Lowly vp brings downe the Lofty And reares sad Mourners vnto Health and Safety Who dissipates the craftiest Policies And dis-appoints the Counsells of the Wise Who takes the wariest in their proper Wiles And Wicked ones in their owne Guile beguiles So that they meet with Darknes in the Day And as at Midnight groap at Noon their way But He preserues the Poore from sword tongue And cruell hands of Tyrants prone to wrong So that the Poore shall haue their blessed Hope But Wicked ones their cursed mouthes shal stop Lo then how happy he whoÌ„ GOD correcteth Repine not therefore that he Thee afflicteth He wounds heales he strikes he restores He sendeth Plagues Plaisters for the Sores Hee in six Troubles shall deliuer thee And in the seauenth thou shalt be danger-free He will preserue thee from fel Famines rage And from the Sword of War thee dis-ingage Thou shalt be safe froÌ„ scourging tungs of Momes Nor shalt thou fear Destruction when it comes â—ay thou shalt laugh at it and Death derâ—de Not dreading Beasts of fellest Pawes and Pride â—tones thorns thistles shal be friends with thee With thee the Beasts in constant league shall be And as without thou shalt haue Peace within Thy house thou shalt behold it and not sin Thou shalt perceiue thy Seeds seeds seed to spred As Grass in Fields Flowers in euery Mead. â—n a full Age to thine own Graue shalt Thou As in due time Corne to the Barne or Mow. Lo This is Truth and Thus we daily try-it Consider it and to thy Selfe apply-it â—ap 6. IOB then reply'd ô were my Sorows waigh'd And with my Suffrings in iust Balance layd They would exceed the Seas wet Sands in poize Therefore alas they swallow vp my voice For th'Arrowes of th' Almightie keen and quick Haue thrilled me still within mee stick Their Anguish makes my spirits faint quaile me Alas the Terrors of the LORD assaile me Braies the wilde Asse if he haue grass his fill Or lowes the Oxe if he haue fodder still Vnsauory things who without Salt can eat In whites of Eggs is there a taste of meat Yet am I faine alas and forc't indeed Of what my Soule abhorred most to feed O! that the LORD would daign me my desire Grant me my Loâ—ging grant what I require Which is but This that He would end my dayes Let goe his hand and let me goe my waies So should I yet haue Comfort though I burn In bitter pangs of Death I will not spurn Let him not spare me for yet do not I The holy Word of th' Holy-One denie But ô What Power haue I to persist What may ensue if I shall long subsist Am I as hard as tough as strong alas As strongest Stones or is my Flesh of Brass Nay am I not already Impotent My spirits consumed my strength all spent In Crosses Comforts should Friends most afford But men alas haue left to feare the LORD My Brethren haue deceiu'd mee as a Brooke As rifing Flouds they haue me soone forsook Which foule and deep in Winter all o're-flow Or crusted thick with ice no moisture show Or else in Summer by Sol's thirsty Ray Are licked-vp and quicklie dry'd away While Trauailers to Thaema and Saba thought To water there for their succour sought But failing quite and frustrate of the same They are confounded they blush for shame Even such are you you see me ill appaid In dismall Plight and you are all dismaid Why are yee so When haue I bid you bring Or out of yours supply me any thing Or crav'd of you auxiliarie Bands To reskue me from Foes or Tyrants hands Shew me mine Error where I haue gone wrong Tell me my Fault and I will hold my tongue But bold and free 's the speech of Innocence Which of you can reproue and what Offence Thinke You aduantage of my words to haue As if Affliction made me wildely raue Then on the Orphan doth your furie fall You dig a Pit to catch your Friend withall Therefore vouchsafe me better to revise Wrong me no more My words be neither lyes Neither my deeds as you shall find I trust If you returne in that behalfe vniust Complain I causeless Do I counterfait Is not my mouth with Anguish all repleat â—ap 7. HAth not Man's warfare his set limits heere As hath the Hireling by the day or yeere As toyled Seruants for the Night attend And weary Taskers for their Labors end So haue I looked but alas in vain For end of Sorrowes for ease of Pain Perpetually my fruitless Months proceed My tedious Nights incessantly succeed No sooner layd down but I long to rise Tired with tossing till the Morning spies My Flesh is clad with Worms with excrement Of lothsom dust my Skin doth rot and rent My Dayes flit faster then the Shuttles slide From Weauers hands whipping froÌ„ side to side Consider Lord my Life is but a Blast Mine eye no more shall see the Goodnes past Who now beholds me shall no more anon â—f Thou look-on Mee I eft-soones am gon As Clowdes do passe quite away do flit Whoso descends ascends not from the Pit Neither returnes vnto his wonted owne Nor of his place is any more be-known Therefore alas I will not spare to speake â— cannot hold needs must I silence break Amid the anguish of my Spirits distresse And in the depth of my Soules bitternesse Am I a Sea or Whale that with a Gard Thou girtest me keep'st me in so hard â—f I haue said In silence of the Night When drousie Humor siels-vp euery Sight When All aboue in vnder Aire Earth Seas â—â— quiet Slumber seem to take their Ease â— may be that my painfull Pangs shall cease â— may be that my Passions shall haue peace With fearefull Visions then thou doost affray me With Dreames Fansies dreadfully dismay me So that my Soule had rather chuse at once To die then liue in Durance of my Bones Wearie of life liue alwaies shall I not Then leaue me Lord alas my dayes are nought O! What is Man that thou extoll'st him so That Thou on Him doost euen thy heart bestow That euery Morning Him thou visitest And euery Moment Him examinest How is it that Thou leau'st me not a little Alas nor lett'st me swallow-in my spettle O! Thou Preseruer of Mankind I knowe And I acknowledge I haue sinn'd but O! What shall I say What shall I do to Thee Why in thy Wrath doost Thou incounter Mee Why mak'st Thou Me alas the Mark White To thy Displeasure in my Selfe's despight Remit O Lord what I haue ill omitted Remoue alas what I haue miss-committed For now I
Face doth couer And laâ—die Câ—ilops on his sides hang ouer And dweâ—ls in Houses rather Townes of late By Hâ—â— â—i-paâ—ron'd and depopulate By Him â—e built re-gilt re-glost re-glas'd By Hâ—m re Nâ—med ready to be ras'd Yet shall not â—eâ—â— Râ—ch nor in Prosperity Persist nor leaue Possession to Posterity Nor onto Darknes euer get shall He Nor euer other then ingloâ—â—ous be His Branch shall wither and with Flame be wasted Him Self shal sodain with GOD'S Breath be blasted Then let not hard-beleeuing hauâ— Humanity O! let not the Deceiued trust in Vanity For Vanity shall be his Recompence Before his Time shall he be snatched hence His Spring shall neuer sprout his Flowers shall fall His Fruit yer ripe shall be off-shaken all As Grapes and Oliues with vntimely Frost The Lord shal shake them and they shall be lost For th'Hypocrites Dâ—ssembling Congregation Shall be disperst and brought to Desolâ—tion And sodainly shal Fire consume the Tents Of Briberie with all their Instruments For They conceiue but Mischiefe breed but Guile And bring forth vain Iniquitie the while HE pausing heer IOB Thus replies him sad Caâ— â— Yet more of This This haue we often had You are indeed a sort of Visiters A Crew of cold and wretched Comforters Shall idle iddle aiery Words surcease Or what doth make thee dare to dwel on these Could I as you if you were in my Case And I in yours your Soule in my Soules place Could I against you words haue multipl'ed Insulted on you at you shook my head No I should rather haue raught you Reliefe And with my speeches haue asswag'd your Griefe But though I plain my Griefe 's not mitigated Either forbeare I What is it abated For He hath wearied me Yea Lord Thou hast Spoild me of All and laid me wholly wast The wrinkled Furrowes on my Brow and Back Bare skin and bone bear witnesse of my Wrack My Foe 's fell wrath hath raakt and rent me sore He striues against me and still angry more More eager still gnasheth his Teeth vpon me And with his eyes keen flashing frowneth on-me My Friends alas they laugh at me the while They buffet me and bitterly reuile They gape vpon me and together gather Not to relieue me but to grieue me rather Thus hath GOD hemm'd me with vngodly Bands And turnd me ouer into Wicked hands I was at ease When by the Neck he took-me Brake me a-sunder and to shiuers shook me And whether for Disport or for Despite Made me his Butte and set me as his White His cunning Archers do beset me round He cleaues my Reines and ruth-less on the ground Poures-out my Gall with doubled Blowes he crushes And Giant-like vpon me fiercely rushes I haue in Sack-cloth sadly sow'd my Skin In Dust and Ashes haue I humbled bin I haue alas besmeard my Face with Teares On mine Eie-lids Death's Shade hath swom in Fears For no foule Sin neither for Fashions sake To seem a Saint pure Prayers did I make Pure and Sincere else neuer may they come In Heau'n to haue either regard or roome Neither O! Earth if euer Blood I shed O! let it not by Thee be couered But lo my Witnesse is in Heav'n aboue My Record there my Conscience to approue My Friends contemne me and condemne me too But droun'd in Teares to GOD appeal I doo O! that one might as Man with Man in Sute That Neighbor-like one might with GOD dispute For the few Daies of my set Number gone I goe the Way from whence Returne is none MY Spirit 's spent my Daies are don leaue me The Graue's already ready to receiue me Cap. â— Yet are there with me none but those that mock me Doth not mine eye still see them still prouoke me But put me in a Surety giue me Pledge To answer me what I shall then alleadge Who 'll vndertake it Who will giue his hand That to the Triall Thou wilt daign to stand Sith Thou O Lord Their hearts hast hidden quight From Vnderstanding and from iudging right And therefore wilt not for their Arrogance Admit of them nor them so high aduance Not that I would they shold haue sooth'd me neither For such shal perish and their Seed together But to the Vulgar I am made a Song A Tale a Tabret vnto euery Tongue Through grief whereof mine Eye decaies dims And as a Shadowe are my other Limbs The better sort amazed at my Plight The Innocent iudge me an Hypocrite Yet shall the Righteous still hold on his Course And the Sincere shall still adde force to force Therefore my Friends returne recant re-call Your hard Opinions and mis-Censures all For of you all not one Wise man I finde Nor fit Physician for a troubled minde My Daies are past and my Dessignes vndon Yea euen my Hopes my hearts Possessions gon My Noon alas is changed into Night Small ods there is twixt Darknesse and my Light What can I looke for but among the Dead To make my House to haue my Graue for Bed For to Corruption thus alouâ— I call Thou art my Father to the Worms that crawl You are my Mother and my Sisters all Where 's then my Hope How shal that Hap appeer Which you yer-while old so re-promise heer Those things with me shall downe into the Deep And with my Dost â—mid the Dust shall sleep THen said the Shuhite Will you neuer cease Cap. 1â— Your tedious Talking Neuer hold your peace Forbeare a while giue eare a little now Obserue our Speech and we will answer you But why as Beasts are we vpbraided thus And why so basely doe you count of vs He rather seems to be besides his Sense That wounds him Selfe in his Impatience Why Shall the Earth for Thy sake be forsaken The Rocks remou'd and solid Hils be shaken No no The Light of Wicked-ones shall out His Fiery Sparkle shall not shine about Within his Doores shall Darknes be for Light With Him his Candle shall be quenched quight His Strength shall faile him or be fatall to-him His Counsels cast him His owne Wit vndoo-him For his owne Feet shall bring him to the Net And willingly vpon the Gin shall iet Him by the heele the subtill Snare shall catch Him shall the Theeues and Robbers ouer-match For him are laid the Meshes of Mis-hap Traines on the ground and in his wayes a Trap Him on all sides sad Terrors shall affright And sudden driue him to his Feet to flight His plentious Store shall Famine soon deuoure Destruction's Sword shall hunt-him euery-hower Consume his Sinewes and vn-bar his Skin And Pestilence Death's Heire shall rage within His Hope shall hop without his expectation His Confidence shall from his Habitation Be rooted out and razed as it were And bring him downe to the drad King of Feare Who aye shall dwell within His Tabernacle Because not His not his owne Habiracle Some secret Flame som Flash som Sulphury shower Shall sudden spred amid his cursed Bower