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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor

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

Blush besprent Trembling for Fear vntill inviting neerer The courteous General 's gentle words re-cheer-her Sweet-hart I am not I am not so fel ●s false Report hath told fond Israel Who Me for Father I for Children take ● love whom love my Lord their God to make And who do both may be assur'd to have What ever Good Mans heart can hope or crave Which Israel well should finde would they give care ●o that Kings Favour whose drad Power they fear ●hen fear not Thou my Love but tell me free ●he happy Cause that hither bringeth thee O Prince said She with the● firm Countenance ●preme for Fortune Wisedome Valiance Of all that ever had Command in Field Or ever manag'd martiall Sword and Shield Although my fraile Sex and weak bodie 's state No longer could endure the wretched fate Wants Labours Dangers and the deep Affright My fellow Towns-folk suffer day and night Yet is not That the Cause that drives me thence Nor That which drawes me to Your Excellence But 't is a never-never-dying Worm Which gnawes my Conscience a continual Storm A holy Fear least I be forc't to eat Among my People some vnlawfull meat For I foresee Sir that our Folk yer long With cruell Famine so extreamely wrung Wil be constrain'd to fill and file them too With vnclean Flesh which GOD forbids vs doo And that the Lord who strikes with iust Revenge Whom-ever dare his dread iust Lawes infrenge Will then without Fight give Thee vp their Place And one of Thine Thousands of Them shall chase Therfore my Lord GOD's Wrath and yours to fly Out of BETHVLIA to your Camp come I Beseeching humbly for your Honors sake That heer no Rigour neither Wrong I take Hee 's more then Wit-less that him wilfull throwes Winking in Dangers that he well fore-knowes And when he may live pain-less and secure ●n Toil-full Fears will his owne Death procure Now please thee grant me in this Vale away From noise and number nightly to go pray Hebrews no sooner shall GOD's Wrath incense But I inspir'd shall shew thine Excellence And then shall I thy valiant Legions lead Over all Iuda and thy Standards spread Shall swell in SION where not one shal dare Lift Launce against thee nor Defence prepare No not a Dog so much as barke at Thine Arms-clashing Army nor their Armors Shine Thy Name alone shall tame the stoutest Troup To Thee the Hils their proudest Tops shal stoup Rivers for Thee their rapid Course shall stay To yeeld Thine Hoste a new vn-wonted way The Prince replies O Worlds sole Ornament Lady as faire as wise and eloquent ●ight Welcome are You and we wish you ever ●n all Contentment with vs to persever ●nd if you proue in Truth and Loyalty ●s you are pleasing to mine Eare and Eye I shall from henceforth worship evermore The mighty GOD you Hebrewes do adore You shall from henceforth only Lady be Both of my Sceptre of my Soule and Me Hence-forth your Name with high Renown shal ring Where Heber Ister Nile and Ganges spring With Licence then soon as the Moon with light Of silver Rayes began to cleer the night The Widow hies to a dark Vale apart Where first she bathes her hands and then her heart Then from her Eyes a luke-warme Rill she showres Then from her Soule this fervent Prayer powres Lord GOD no longer now Thine Aide deny To those that only on Thine Aide rely Lord rescue Those that ready are to spend Their bloods and goods Thine Honor to Defend Lord let our Infants sad and cease-less Mones Our woefull Elders deep and dismall Grones Our Matron's Scrieches Cryes of Virgins faire Our sacred Levit's Day-and-nightly Prayer Perce to Thy Throne to wake thy slumbring Eye Drad GOD of Iustice glorious Father Why Do sulphury Bolts of thy best Thunder light On Carmel's Top and little Hermon smight And let th'Heav'n-threatning Sons of Eearth alone On proudest Ossa prouder Pelion Alas What said I Ah! forgive me Lord This idle rash and vnadvised Word Which in frail Passion my fond Lips did borrow ●rom fervent Zeale of mine vnfained Sorrow No ô Our Lignes sole Piller deerly dread 〈◊〉 knowe Thou shortly wilt their Head be head 〈◊〉 knowe This hand by Thy right hand led out ●hall at one Blowe This Heathen Army rout The end of the fourth Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE FIFT BOOKE FOr blood and marrow in his veines and bones The Vice-Roy feeds new Pains new Passions Which while he shuns he seeks feels yet not knows A dead-live Fire which of Self's Cinders growes For th' Hebrew Lady's rapting Rarities Being now sole Obiect of his Soule 's dimme Eyes Sad peevish pale soft drowsie dream-awake Care of his Hoste he doth no longer take Goes no more out a-nights to set his Watches And Courts of Gard about on all Approches Comes not to Counsail neither gives The Word Nor viewes the Quarters of his Camp nor stir'd As Sheep that misse their wonted Gard Guide Dispersed stray now by some Rivers side Or gurgling Brook now vp down the Downes Now in the Groves now on the Fallow grounds So th' Ethnik Army without Rule or Reine Pursue their Pleasures violent or vaine None will obey None but will now Command Each as him listeth dares him now dis-band Hebrews Why stay you now mew'd in your City Now now or never doth the Time befit-ye To sally on the Foe whose rank Disorder Among themselves themselves in Fight wil murder Nay bouge not though of such a Victory GOD will the Honor have and Author be Yet that blinde Cupid did this Tyrant blinde To take the Town was Day and Night his minde Now day and night he mindes but how to gain A Lady's grace Who taken is not taen Her Soul being temper'd more then Fancy-proof ●er-while th'vndanted mighty Theban rough Could not have fear'd Him with his massie Mace Now but a Glance of a weak Woman's Grace Dismaies him daunts him nay evē wounds him deep Past care of Cure and doth him Captive keep ●er-while Ambition with Drums rattling Din A wakt him earely yer the Day peept-in Now Love awakes him and with His Alarms Makes him neglect the Hebrews and their Arms ●er-while he had Princes and Kings at bay Now of Him Selfe hath neither Power nor Sway. Alas alas Vnhappy Change said Hee Must I live Captive to my Captive-Shee Is This alas to live the Body base't The minde as brute and both their Power defac't This 's not a Life or is worse Life to feel Then sad Ixion's on the brazen Wheel Eternall turning or a life in brief Most like the Life of that celestiall Thief Whose ever-never-dying heart and liver On Schythian Rocks feed a fel Vulture ever What boots me t' have subdew'd so many Lands What to have tam'd with my victorious hands All Nations lodg'd betwixt Hydaspes large And th'Haven where Cydnus doth in Sea discharge Sith I am vanquisht by the feeble Might Of Captive IVDITH's Glance What boots