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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06468) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 1356) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 653:06) Bosvvorth-field with a taste of the variety of other poems, left by Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased: set forth by his sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet; and dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie. Beaumont, John, Sir, 1583-1627. Beaumont, John, Sir, d. 1644. [24], 208 p. Printed by Felix Kyngston for Henry Seile, and are to be sold at the Tygers head in Saint Pauls Churchyard, London : 1629. The first leaf is blank. P. 181-2 are cancelled in all recorded copies. Reproduction of the original in Cambridge University Library. eng Bosworth Field, Battle of, 1485 -- Poetry. eebo Bosvvorth-field: with a taste of the variety of other poems, left by Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased: set forth by his sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Beaumont, John, Sir 1629 230 45146 205 0 0 0 0 2 178.31 F The rate of 178.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2006-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-05 Sampled and proofread 2007-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Bosworth-field : WITH A TASTE OF THE VARIETY OF OTHER POEMS , LEFT by Sir John Beaumont , Baronet , deceased : SET FORTH BY HIS SONNE , SIR IOHN BEAVMONT , Baronet ; And dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie .

LONDON , Printed by Felix Kyngston for Henry Seile , and are to be sold at the Tygers head in Saint Pauls Churchyard . 1629.

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TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAIESTIE . Most Gracious Soueraigne ,

I Here present at the feet of your Sacred Maiesty these Orphan Verses , whose Author ( had hee suruiued ) might haue made this Gift somewhat more correspondent to so Great a Pa●ron . I haue only endeauored without Art , to set this Iewell , and render it apt for your Majesties acceptance ; to which boldnes I am led by a filiall duty in performing the will of my Father , who , whil'st he liued , did euer intend to your Maiesty these Poems : Poems , in which no obscene sport can bee found ( the contrary being too frequent a crime among Poets , ) while these ( if not too bold I speake will challenge your Maiestie for their Patron , since it is most conuenient , that the purest of Poems should be directed to You , the Vertuousest & most vntoucht of Princes , the Delight of Brittaine , and the Wonder of Europe ; at the Altar of whose Iudgement , brigh● erected flames , not troubled fumes , dare approach . To your Maiestie must bee directed the most precious off-springs of each Muse which though they may well bee esteemed Starres , yet how can they subsist without the aspect of You their Sun ? Receiue then , Great King , these my Fathers Verses , and let them find , ( what his Son hath found ) your Princely clemency . Effect on them ( I beseech your Maiesty ) a Kingly worke , giue them life , and withal graciously please to accept the sincere wishes for your felicity , and the humble vowes of

Your Maiesties euer loyall Subiect , Iohn Beaumont .
An Elegy to the liuing memory of his deceased Friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Knight , Baronet . TO tell the World what it hath lost in thee , Were but in vaine ; for such as cannot see , Would not be grieu'd to heare , the morning light Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night . Such onely whom thy Vertue made , or found Worthy to know thee , can receiue this wound : Of these each man will duly pay his teares To thy great Memory , and when he heares One fam'd for Vertue , he will say , So blest , So good his Beaumont was , and weepe the rest . If Knowledge shall be mention'd , or the Arts , Soone will be reckon vp thy better parts : At naming of the Muses , he will streight Tell of thy Workes , where sharpe and high conceit , Cloath'd in sweet Verse , giue thee immortall Fame , Whil'st Ignorance doth scorne a Poets Name : And then shall his imagination striue , To keepe thy gratefull Memory aliue , By Poems of his owne ; for that might bee , Had he no Muse by force of knowing thee . This maketh me ( who in the Muses Quire Sing but a Meane ) thus boldly to aspire , To pay sad duties to thy honor'd Herse , With my vnpolish'd lines , and ruder Verse . Yet dreame I not of raysing amongst men A lasting fame to thee by my fraile Pen : But rather hope , something may liue of me , ( Perhaps this Paper ) hauing mention'd thee . Thomas Neuill .
An Elegy , dedicated to the memory of his much honoured friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Knight and Baronet . I Write not Elegies , nor tune my Verse , To waite in mourning notes vpon thy Herse For vaine applause , or with desire to rank My slender Muse'mongst those , who on the bank Of Aganippe's streame can better sing , And to their words more sence of sorrow bring . That stirres my Genius , which should excite Those pow'rfull wits : to doe a pious Right To noble vertue , and by verse conuay Truth to Posterity , and shew the way By strong example , how in mortall state We heau'nly Worth may loue , and imitate . Nay , 't were a great Iniustice , not to saue Him from the ruines of a silent Graue , Who others from their Ashes sought to raise , To weare ( giu'n from his hand ) eternall Bayes . It is by all confess'd , thy happy Straines , Distill'd from milky streames of natiue veines , Did like the liuing source of Naso's Song , Flow to the Eare , thence gently glide along Downe to the Heart , in notes so heau'nly-sweet , That there the Sister-graces seem'd to meet , And make thy Brest their Seate for soft retire , And place from whence they fetch'd Promethean Fire , To kindle other hearts with purest Flame Of modest Verse , and vnaffected Fame : While pedant Poetasters of this Age , ( Who stile their saucy Rimes , Poëtique Rage ) Loose humours vent , and Ballad-lines extrude , Which grieue the Wise , captiue the multitude , And that thy ▪ Poems might the better take , Not with vaine sound , or for the Authors sake , Which often is by seruile spirits tryde , Whil'st heau'n-bred soules are left vnsatisfyde ▪ Like to the Bee , thou didd'st those Flow'rs select , That most the tastefull palate might affect , With pious relishes of things Diuine , And discomposed sence with peace combine . Which ( in thy Crowne of Thornes ) we may discerne , Fram'd as a Modell for the best to learne : That Verse may Vertue teach , as well as Prose , And minds with natiue force to Good dispose , Deuotion stirre , and quicken cold Desires , To entertaine the warmth of holy Fires . There may we see thy Soule exspaciate , And with true feruor sweetly meditate Vpon our Sauiours sufferings ; that while Thou seek'st his painefull torments to beguile , With well-tun'd Accents of thy zealous Song , Breath'd from a soule transfix'd ; a Passion strong , We better knowledge of his woes attaine , Fall into Teares with thee , and then againe , Rise with thy Verse to celebrate the Flood Of those eternall Torrents of his Blood . Nor lesse delight ( Things serious set apart ) Thy sportiue Poems yeeld with heedfull Art Composed so , to minister content , That though we there thinke onely Wit is meant , We quickly by a happy error , find In cloudy words , cleare Lampes to light the mind . Then blesse that Muse , which by vntrodden wayes Pursuing Vertue , meetes deserued Bayes To crowne it selfe , and wandring soules reduce From paths of Ignorance , and wits abuse ; And may the best of English Laureats striue , Thus , their owne Fun'rall Ashes to suruiue . Thomas Hawkins .
To the worthy Muse of his Noble Friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Knight Baronet . WE doe not vsher forth thy Verse with these , That thine may by our prayse the better please : That were impertinent , and we too weake , To adde a grace , where eu'ry line doth speake , And sweetly Eccho out in this rich store , All we can any way pretend , and more . Yet since we stand engag'd , we this make knowne , Thy Layes are vnaffected ; Free ; Thine owne ; Thy Periods , Cleare ; Expressions , Genuine ; Muse most Emphaticall ; and Wit , Diuine . Thomas Hawkins .
A Congratulation to the Muses , for the immortalizing of his deare Father , by the sacred Vertue of Poetry . YE heau'nly Sisters , by whose sacred skill , Sweet sounds are rays'd vpon the forked hill Of high Parnassus : You , whose tuned strings Can cause the Birds to stay their nimble wings , And silently admire : before whose feet , The Lambs , as fearelesse , with the Lions meet . You , who the Harpe of Orpheus so inspir'd , That from the Stygian Lake he safe retir'd ; You could Amphions Harpe with vertue fill , That euen the stones were pliant to his will . To you , you therefore I my Verse direct , From whom such beames celestiall can reflect On that deare Author of my life inspir'd With heauenly heate , and sacred Fury fir'd ; Whose Vigour , quencht by death , you now reuiue , And in this Booke conserue him still aliue . Here liues his better part , here shines that Flame , Which lights the entrance to eternall Fame . These are his Triumphs ouer death , this Spring From Aganippe's Fountaines he could bring Cleare from all drosse , through pure intentions drain'd , His draughts no sensuall waters euer stain'd . Behold , he doth on euery paper strow The loyall thoughts he did his Sou'raigne owe . Here rest affections to each neerest friend , And pious sighs , which noble thoughts attend ; Parnassus him containes , plast in the Quire With Poets : what then can we more desire To haue of him ? Perhaps an empty voyce , While him we wrong with our content lesse choyce , To you I this attribute , Sisters nine ; For onely you can cause this Worke diuine ; By none but you could these bright fires be found ; Prometheus is not from the Rocke vnbound , No Aesculapius still remaines on earth , To giue Hippolitus a second birth . Since then such Godlike pow'rs in you remaine , To worke these wonders , let some soule containe His spirit of sweet musicke , and infuse Into some other brest his sparkling Muse . But you perhaps , that all your pow'r may speake : Will chuse to worke on subiects dull and weake : Chuse me , inspire my frozen brest with heat , No Deed you euer wrought , can seeme more great . Iohn Beaumont .
Vpon the following Poems of my deare Father , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Baronet , deceased . YOu , who prepare to reade graue Beaumonts Verse , And at your entrance view my lowly straines , Expect no flatt●ring prayses torcherse The rare perfections , which this Booke containes . But onely here in these few Lines , behold The debt which I vnto a Parent owe ; Who , though I cannot his true Worth vnsold , May yet at least a due affection show . For should I striue to decke the Vertues high , Which in these Poems ( like faire Gemmes ) appeare ; I might as well adde brightnesse to the skie , Or with new splendour make the Sunne more cleare . Since eu'ry Line is with such beauties grac'd , That nothing further can their prayses sound : And that deare Name which on the Front is plac'd , Declares what ornaments within are found . That Name , I say , in whom the Muses meete , And with such heate his Noble spirit raise , That Kings admire his Verse , whil'st at his feete , Orpheus his Harpe , and Phoebus casts his Bayes . Whom , though fierce death hath taken from our sights And caus'd that curious Hand to write no more ; Yet maruell not if from the fun'r all Rites Proceed these branches neuer seene before . For from the Corne arise not fruitfull Eares , Except at first the earth receiue the same : Nor those rich Odors which Arabia beares , Send forth sweet smells , vnlesse consum'd with flame . So from the ashes of this Phoenix flye These off-springs , which with such fresh glory shine ; That whil'st time runneth , he shall neuer dye , But still be honour'd in this famous Shrine : To which , this Verse alone I humbly giue ; He was before : but now begins to liue . Francis Beaumont .
Vpon these Poems of his dearest Brother , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Baronet . WHen lines are drawn greater then Nature , Art Commands the Obiect , and the Eye to part , Bids them to keepe at distance , know their place , Where to receiue , and where to giue their grace ; I am too neere thee , Beaumont , to define Which of those Lineaments is most diuine , And to stand farther off from thee , I chuse In silence rather to applaude thy Muse , And lose my censure ; t is enough for mee To ioy , my Pen was taught to moue by thee . George Fortescue .
On the honor'd Poëms of his honored Friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Baronet . THis Booke will liue ; It hath a Genius : This Aboue his Reader , or his Prayser , is . Hence , then prophane : Here needs no words expense In Bulwarkes , Rau'lins , Ramparts , for defense , Such , as the creeping common Pioners vse When they doe sweat to fortifie a Muse . Though I confesse a Beaumonts Booke to bee The Bound , and Frontire of our Poëtrie ; And doth deserue all muniments of praise , That Art , or Ingine on the strength can raise . Yet , who dares offer a redoubt to reare ? To cut a Dike ? or sticke a Stake vp , here , Before this worke ? where Enuy hath not cast A Trench against it , nor a Battry plac't ? Stay till she make her vaine Approches . Then If maymed , she come off , T is not of men This Fort of so impregnable accesse , But higher power , as spight could not make lesse , Nor flatt'ry ! but secur'd , by the Authors Name , D●●ies , what s crosse to Piety , or good Fame . And like a hallow'd Temple , free from taint Of Ethnicisme , makes his Muse a Saint . Ben ▪ Ionson .
To the deare Remembrance of his Noble Friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Baronet . THis Posthumus , from the braue Parents Name , Likely to be the heire of so much Fame , 〈◊〉 haue at all no portion by my prayse : ●●●ly this poore Branch of my with'ring Bayes offer to it ; and am very glad , ●et haue this ; which if I better had , ●●y Loue should build an Altar , and thereon ●ould offer vp such Wreaths as long agone , ●●ose daring Grecians , and proud Romans crownd ; ●●●ing that honour to their most Renown'd . But that braue World is past , and we are light , After those glorious dayes , into the night Of these base times , which not one Heröe haue , Onely an empty Title , which the graue Shall soone deuoure ; whence it no more shall sound , Which neuer got vp higher then the ground . Thy care for that which was not worth thy breath , Brought on too soone thy much lamented death . But Heau'n was kind , and would not let thee see The Plagues that must vpon this Nation be , By whom the Muses haue neglected bin . Which shall adde weight and measure to their sinne ; And haue already had this curse from vs , That in their pride they should grow barbarous . There is no splendor , that our Pens can giue By our most labor'd lines , can make thee liue Like to thine owne , which able is to raise So lasting pillars to prop vp thy prayse , As time shall hardly shake , vntill it shall Ruine those things , that with it selfe must fall . Mi. Drayton .
Ad posthumum opus D. Io. Bello-Montij Equitis aurati & Baronetti , viri Nobilissimi , H●ndecasyllabon . LEctum discubui ; biceps gemello Parnassus bijugo imminebat : vnde Fontes desiliunt leues , loquaces ; Pellucent vitreo liquore sontes . Sudo sub loue , sydere & secundo Discumbo . Teneras rosas pererro Narcissum , Violas odore gratas , Vnguento Ambrosio has & has refectas . Quas inter Philomela cantitillat Praepes , blandula , mellilinguis ales . Quas inter volitant Apollinesque , Et Musae Veneresque mille , mille . Insomne hoc sibi somnium quid audet ? Altum effare noëma bello-montis : Effatum euge ! Poëma Bello-montî est Dium , castalium nitens , politum ; Libatum salibus , lepore tinctum . Decurrens velut amnis alti monte Feruet delicijs , ruit profundo Beaumontus latice . Altiùs resultat Fertur , nec tenui nec vsitatâ Pennâ per liquidam aetheram , biformis . Hic Phoebi deus est , decus cohortis Summum Palladiae , iubar sororum , Ipse & flos Venerum , resurgo ; legi . Ph. Kin.
Vpon the Honored Poems of his Vnknowne Friend , Sir Iohn Beaumont , Baronet . I Knew thee not , I speake it to my shame : But by that cleare , and equall Voyce of Fame , Which ( with the Sunnes bright course ) did ioyntly beare Thy glorious Name , about each Hemisphere . Whiles I who had confin'd my selfe to dwell Within the straite bounds of an obscure Cell , ●oke in those pleasing beames of Wit and Worth , Which , where the Sunne could neuer shine , breake forth : Wherewith I did refresh my weaker sight , ●hen others bath'd themselues in thy full light . ●●t when the dismall rumour was once spred , ●●at struck all knowing soules , of Beaumont dead : Aboue thy best Friends 't was my benefit , 〈◊〉 know thee onely by thy liuing Wit ; And whereas others might their losse deplore , Thou liu'st to me iust as thou didst before . In all that we can value Great or Good , Which were not in these cloathes of flesh and blood , Thou now hast laid aside , but in that mind , That only by 〈…〉 could be confin'd , Thou liu'st to me , and shalt for euer raine , In both the issues of thy Blood and Braine . Ia. Cl.
Bosworth Field : WITH CERTAINE OTHER POEMS , &c. THe Winters storme of Ciuill warre I sing , Whose end is crown'd with our eternall Spring , Where Roses ioyn'd , their colours mixe in one , And armies fight no more for Englands Throne . Thou gracious Lord , direct my seeble Pen , Who ( from the actions of ambitious men , ) Hast by thy goodnesse drawne our ioyfull good , And made sweet flowres , & Oliues grow from blood , While we delighted with this faire release , May clime Parnassus , in the dayes of peace . The King ( whose eyes were neuer fully clos'd , Whose minde opprest , with feareful dreames suppos'd , That he in blood had wallow'd all the night ) Leapes from his restlesse bed , before the light : Accursed Tirell is the first he spies , Whom threatning with his dagger , thus he cries ; How darst thou , villaine , so disturbe my sleepe , Were not the smother'd children buried deepe ? And hath the ground againe been ript by thee , That I their rotten carkases might see ? The wretch astonisht , hastes away to slide , ( As damned ghosts themselues in darkenesse hide ) And calles vp three , whose counsels could asswage The sudden swellings of the Princes rage : Ambitious Louell , who to gaine his grace , Had stain'd the honour of his Noble race : Perfidious Catesby , by whose curious skill , The Law was taught to speake his Masters will : And Ratcliffe , deepely learn'd in courtly Art , Who best could search into his Sou'raignes hart ; Affrighted Richard , labours to relate His hideous dreames , as signes of haplesse Fate : Alas ( said they ) such fictions children feare , These are not terrors , shewing danger neare , But motiues sent by some propitious power , To make you watchfull at this early hower ; These proue that your victorious care preuents Your slouthfull foes , that slumber in their tents , This precious time must not in vaine be spent , Which God ( your helpe ) by heau'nly meanes hath lent . He ( by these false coniectures ) much appeas'd , Contemning fancies , which his minde diseas'd , Replies : I should haue been asham'd to tell Fond dreames to wise men : whether Heau'n or Hell , Or troubled Nature these effects hath wrought : I know , this day requires another thought , If some resistlesse strength my cause should crosse , Feare will increase , and not redeeme the losse ; All dangers clouded with the mist offeare , Seeme great farre off , but lessen comming neare . Away , ye blacke illusions of the night , If ye combin'd with Fortune , haue the might To hinder my designes : ye shall not barre My courage seeking glorious death in warre . Thus being chear'd , he calles aloud for armes , And bids that all should rise , whom Morpheus charmes . Bring me ( saith he ) the harnesse that I wore At Teuxbury ▪ which from that day no more Hath felt the battries of a ciuill strife , Nor stood betweene destruction and my life . Vpon his brest-plate he beholds a dint , Which in that field young Edwards sword did print : This stirres remembrance of his heinous guilt , When he that Princes blood so foulely spilt . Now fully arm'd , he takes his helmet bright , Which like a twinkling starre , with trembling light Sends radiant lustre through the darksome aire ; This maske will make his wrinkled visage faire . But when his head is couer'd with the steele , He telles his seruants , that his temples feele Deepe-piercing stings , which breed vnusuall paines , And of the heauy burden much complaines . Some marke his words , as tokens fram'd t' expresse The sharpe conclusion of a sad successe . Then going forth , and finding in his way A souldier of the Watch , who sleeping lay ; Enrag'd to see the wretch neglect his part , He strikes a sword into his trembling heart , The hand of death , and iron dulnesse takes Those leaden eyes , which nat'rall ease forsakes : The King this morning sacrifice commends , And for example , thus the fact defends ; I leaue him as I found him , fit to keepe The silent doores of euerlasting sleepe . Still Richmond slept : for worldly care and feare Haue times of pausing , when the soule is cleare , While Heau'ns Directer , whose reuengefull brow Would to the guilty head no rest allow , Lookes on the other part with milder eyes : At his command an Angell swiftly flies From sacred truths perspicuous gate , to bring A crystall vision on his golden wing . This Lord thus sleeping , thought he saw and knew His lamblike Vnkle , whom that Tiger slew , Whose powerfull words encourage him to fight : Go●●n iust scourge of murder , vertues light , The combate , which thou shalt this day endure , Makes Englands peace for many ages sure , Thy strong inuasion cannot be withstood , The earth assists thee with the cry of blood , The heau'n shall blesse thy hopes , and crowne thy ioyes , See how the Fiends with loud and dismall noyse , 〈◊〉 Presaging Vultures , greedy of their prey ) On Richards tent their scaly wings display . The holy King then offer'd to his view A liuely tree , on which three branches grew : But when the hope offruit had made him glad , All fell to dust : at which the Earle was sad ; Yet comfort comes againe , when from the roote He sees a bough into the North to shoote , Which nourisht there , extends it selfe from thence , And girds this Iland with a firme defence : There he beholds a high , and glorious Throne , Where sits a King by Lawrell Garlands knowne , Like bright Apollo in the Muses quires , His radiant eyes are watchfull heauenly fires , Beneath his feete pale Enuie bites her chaine , And snaky Discord whets her sting in vaine . Thou seest ( said Henry ) wise and potent Iames , This , this is he , whose happy Vnion tames The sauage Feudes , and shall those lets deface , Which keepe the Bordrers from a deare imbrace ; Both Nations shall in Britaines Royall Crowne , Their diffring names , the signes of faction drowne ; The siluer streames which from this Spring increase , Bedew all Christian hearts with drops of peace ; Obserue how hopefull Charles is borne t' asswage The winds , that would disturbe this golden age . When that great King shall full of glory leaue The earth as base , then may this Prince receiue The Diadem , without his Fathers wrong , May take it late , and may possesse it long ; Aboue all Europes Princes shine thou bright , O Gods selected care , and mans delight . Here gentle sleepe forsooke his clouded browes , And full of holy thoughts , and pious vowes , He kist the ground assoone as he arose , When watchfull Digby , who among his foes Had wanderd vnsuspected all the night , Reports that Richard is prepar'd to fight . Long since the King had thought it time to send For trusty Norfolke , his vndaunted friend , Who hasting from the place of his abode , Found at the doore , a world of papers strow'd ; Some would affright him from the Tyrants aide , Affirming that his Master was betray'd ; Some laid before him all those bloody deeds , From which a line of sharpe reuenge proceeds With much compassion , that so braue a Knight Should serue a Lord against whom Angels fight , And others put suspicions in his minde , That Richard most obseru'd , was most vnkind . The Duke awhile these cautious words reuolues With serious thoughts , and thus at last resolues ; ●f all the Campe proue traytors to my Lord , Shall spotlesse Norfolke falsisie his word ; Mine oath is past , I swore t' vphold his Crowne , And that shall swim , or I with it will drowne . It is too late now to dispute the right ; Dare any tongue , since Yorke spred forth his light , Northumberland , or Buckingham defame , Two valiant Cliffords , Roos , or Beaumonts name , Because they in the weaker quarrell die ? They had the King with them , and so haue I. But eu'ry eye the face of Richard shunnes , For that foule murder of his brothers sonnes : Yet lawes of Knighthood gaue me not a sword To strike at him , whom all with ioynt accord Haue made my Prince , to whom I tribute bring : I hate his vices , but adore the King . Victorious Edward , if thy soule can heare Thy seruant Howard , I deuoutly sweare , That to haue sau'd thy children from that day , My hopes on earth should willingly decay ; Would Glouster then , my perfect faith had tryed , And made two graues , when noble Hastings died . This said , his troopes he into order drawes , Then doubled haste redeemes his former pause : So stops the Sayler for a voyage bound , When on the Sea he heares the tempests sound , Till pressing hunger to remembrance sends , That on his course his housholds life depends : With this he cleares the doubts that vext his minde , And puts his ship to mercy of the winde . The Dukes stout presence and couragious lookes , Were to the King as falls of sliding brookes , Which bring a gentle and delightfull rest To weary eyes , with grieuous care opprest : He bids that Norfolke and his hopefull sonne , ( Whose rising fame in Armes this day begun ) Should leade the vantguard : for so great command , He dares not trust , in any other hand ; The rest he to his owne aduice referres , And as the spirit , in that body stirres , Then putting on his Crowne , a fatall signe , ( So offer'd beasts neere death in Garlands shine , ) He rides about the rankes , and striues t' inspire Each brest with part of his vnwearied fire , To those who had his brothers seruants been , And had the wonders of his valour seene , He saith : My fellow Souldiers , though your swords Are sharpe , and need not whetting by my words ; Yet call to minde those many glorious dayes , In which we treasur'd vp immortall prayse , If when I seru'd , I euer fled from foe ▪ Fly ye from mine , let me be punisht so : But if my Father , when at first he try'd , How all his sonnes , could shining blades abide , Found me an Eagle , whose vndazled eyes Affront the beames , which from the steele arise , And if I now in action , teach the same , Know then , ye haue but chang'd your Gen'ralls name , Be still your selues , ye fight against the drosse Of those , that oft haue runne from you with losse : How many Somersets , dissentions brands Haue felt the force of our reuengefull hands ? From whome this youth , as from a princely floud , Deriues his best , yet not vntainted bloud ; Haue our assaults made Lancaster to droupe ? And shall this Welshman with his ragged troupe , Subdue the Norman , and the Saxon line , That onely Merlin may be thought diuine ? See what a guide , these fugitiues haue chose ? Who bred among the French our ancient foes , Forgets the English language , and the ground , And knowes not what our drums , & trumpets sound . To others minds , their willing othes he drawes , He tells his iust decrees , and healthfull lawes , And makes large proffers of his future grace . Thus hauing ended , with as chearefull face , As Nature , which his stepdame still was thought , Could lend to one , without proportion wrought , Some with loud shouting , make the valleyes ring , But most with murmur sigh : God saue the King . Now carefull Henry sends his seruant Bray To Stanly , who accounts it safe to stay , And dares not promise , lest his haste should bring His sonne to death , now pris'ner with the King . About the same time , Brakenbury came , And thus , to Stanley saith , in Richards name , My Lord , the King salutes you , and commands That to his ayde , you bring your ready bands , Or else he sweares by him that sits on high , Before the armies ioyne , your sonne shall die . At this the Lord stood , like a man that heares The Iudges voyce , which condemnation beares Till gath'ring vp his spirits , he replies : My fellow Hastings death hath made me wise , More then my dreame could him , for I no more Will trust the tushes of the angry Bore ; If with my Georges bloud , he staine his throne , I thanke my God , I haue more sonnes then one : Yet to secure his life , I quiet stand Against the King , not lifting vp my hand . The Messenger departs of hope deny'd . Then noble Stanley , taking Bray aside , Saith : Let my sonne proceede , without despaire Assisted by his mothers almes , and prayre , God will direct both him , and me to take , Best courses , for that blessed womans sake . The Earle by this delay , was not inclin'd , To feare nor anger , knowing Stanleyes mind , But calling all his chiefe Commanders neare , He boldly speakes , while they attentiue heare . 〈◊〉 is in vaine , braue friends , to shew the right ●hich we are forc'd to seeke by ciuill fight . ●ur swords are brandisht in a noble cause , ●o free your Country from a Tyrants iawes . ●hat angry Planet ? What disastrous Signe ●irects Plantagenets afflicted Line ? ●h , was it not enough , that mutuall rage 〈◊〉 deadly battels should this race ingage , ●ill by their blowes themselues they fewer make , And pillers fall , which France could neuer shake ? But must this crooked Monster now be found , To lay rough hands on that vnclosed wound ? His secret plots haue much increast the flood , He with his brothers , and his nephewes blood , Hath stain'd the brightnesse of his Fathers flowres , And made his owne white Rose as red as ours . This is the day , whose splendour puts to flight Obscuring clouds , and brings an age of light . We see no hindrance of those wished times , But this Vsurper , whose depressing crimes Will driue him from the mountaine where he stands , So that he needs must fall without our hands . In this we happy are , that by our armes , Both Yorke and Lancaster reuenge their harmes . Here Henries seruants ioyne with Edwards friends , And leaue their priuat griefes for publike ends . Thus ceasing , he implores th' Almighties grace , And bids , that euery Captaine take his place . His speach was answer'd , with a gen'rall noyse Of acclamations , doubtlesse signes of ioyes Which souldiers vtterd , as they forward went , The sure forerunners of a faire euent ; So when the Winter , to the Spring bequeathes The rule of time , and milde Fauonius breathes , A quire of Swans , to that sweete Musicke sings , The Ayre resounds , the motion of their wings , When ouer plaines , they flie in orderd rankes , To sport themselues , vpon Caïsters bankes , Bold Oxford leades the vantguard vp amaine , Whose valiant offers , heretofore were vaine , When he his loue to Lancaster exprest , But now , with more indulgent Fortune blest , His men he toward Norfolkes quarter drew , And straight the one , the others Ensignes knew , For they in seu'rall armies , were display'd , This oft in Edwards , that in Henries ayde : The sad remembrance of those bloudy fights , Incenst new anger , in these noble Knights , A marish lay betweene , which Oxford leaues Vpon his right hand , and the Sunne receiues Behind him , with aduantage of the place , For Norfolke must endure it on his face , And yet his men , aduance their speares , and swords , Against this succour , which the heau'n affords , His horse , and foote possest the field in length , While bowmen went before them , for their strength : Thus marching forth , they set on Oxfords band , ●e feares their number , and with strict command , ●is souldiers closely , to the standard drawes : ●hen Howards troupes amaz'd , begin to pause , ●hey doubt the slights of battell , and prepare , ●o guard their valour , with a trench of care . ●his sudden stop , made warlike Vere more bold , ●o see their fury , in a moment cold , ●is rankes he in a larger forme displayes , Which all were Archers , counted in those dayes , The best of English souldiers , for their skill , Could guide their shafts , according to their will , The featherd wood , they from their bowes let flie , No arrow fell , but causd some man to die : So painefull Bees , with forward gladnesse striue , To ioyne themselues , in throngs before the hiue , And with obedience , till that houre attend , When their commander , shall his watchword send : Then to the winds , their tender sailes they yield , Depresse the flowres , depopulate the field : Wise Norfolke to auoyde these shafts the more , Contriues his battaile thin , and sharpe before , He thus attempts to pierce into the hart , And breake the orders of the aduerse part , As when the Cranes direct their flight , on high , To cut their way , they in a Trigon flie , Which pointed figure , may with ease diuide Opposing blasts , through which they swiftly glide . But now the wings make haste to Oxfords ayde , The left by valiant Sauage was display'd , His lusty souldiers were attir'd in white , They moue like drifts of snow , whose sudden fright Constraines the weary passenger to stay , And beating on his face , confounds his way . Braue Talbot led the right , whose Grandsires name Was his continuall spurre , to purchase fame : Both these rusht in , while Norfolke like a wall , Which oft with engines crackt , disdaines to fall , Maintaines his station by defensiue fight , Till Surrey pressing forth , with youthfull might , Sends many shadowes to the gates of death . When dying mouths had gaspt forth purple breath , His father followes : Age and former paines Had made him slower , yet he still retaines His ancient vigour ; and with much delight To see his sonne do maruailes in his sight , He seconds him , and from the branches cleaues Those clusters , which the former Vintage leaues . Now Oxford flyes ( as lightning ) through his troupes , And with his presence cheares the part that droupes : His braue endeuours , Surreyes force restraine Like bankes , at which the Ocean stormes in vaine . The swords and armours shine as sparkling coales , Their clashing drownes the grones of parting soules ; The peacefull neighbours , who had long desir'd To find the causes of their feare expir'd , ●re newly grieu'd , to see this scarlet flood , ●nd English ground bedew'd with English blood . ●out Rice and Herbert leade the power of Wales , ●heir zeale to Henry , moues the hills and dales ●o sound their Country-mans beloued name , Who shall restore the British off-springs fame ; ●hese make such slaughter with their galues & hooks , ●hat carefull Bardes may fill their precious bookes With prayses , which from warlike actions spring , ●nd take new themes , when to their Harpes they sing . ●esides these souldiers borne within this I le , We must not of their part , the French beguile , Whom Charles for Henries succour did prouide , ● Lord of Scotland , Bernard , was their guide , ● blossome of the Stuarts happy line , Which is on Brittaines Throne ordain'd to shine : The Sun , whose rayes , the heau'n with beauty crowne , From his ascending to his going downe , Saw not a brauer Leader , in that age ; And Bosworth field must be the glorious stage , In which this Northerne Eagle learnes to flie , And tries those wings , which after rayse him high , When he beyond the snowy Alpes renown'd , Shall plant French Lillies in Italian ground ; And cause the craggy Apennine to know , What fruits on Caledonian mountaines grow . Now in this ciuill warre , the troupes of France , Their banners dare on English ayre aduance , And on their launces points , destruction bring , To fainting seruants of the guilty King , When heretofore , they had no powre to stand , Against our armiees in their natiue land , But melting fled , as waxe before the flame , Dismayd with thunder of Saint Georges name . Now Henry , with his vnkle Pembroke moues , The rereward on , and Stanley then approues His loue to Richmonds person , and his cause , He from his army of three thousand , drawes A few choyse men , and bids the rest obay His valiant brother , who shall proue this day , As famous as great Warwick , in whose hand , The fate of Englands Crowne , was thought to stand : With these he closely steales , to helpe his friend , While his maine forces stirre not , but attend The younger Stanley , and to Richards eye Appeare not parties , but as standers by . Yet Stanleyes words , so much the King incense , That he exclames : This is a false pretense : His doubtfull answere , shall not saue his sonne , Yong Strange shall die : see , Catesby , this be done . Now like a Lambe , which taken from the folds , The slaughter-man , with rude embraces holds , And for his throte , prepares a whetted knife , So goes this harmelesse Lord , to end his life , The axe is sharpen'd , and the blocke prepar'd , But worthy Ferrers , equall portion shar'd , Of griefe and terrour which the pris'ner felt , His tender eyes in teares of pitty melt , And hasting to the King , he boldly said ; My Lord , too many bloody staines are laid By enuious tongues vpon your peacefull raigne ; 〈◊〉 may their malice euer speake in vaine : Afford not this aduantage to their spite , None should be kill'd to day , but in the fight : ●our Crowne is strongly fixt , your cause is good ▪ ●ast not vpon it drops of harmelesse blood ; His life is nothing , yet will dearely cost , ●f while you seeke it , we perhaps haue lost Occasions of your conquest , thither flie , Where Rebels arm'd , with cursed blades shall die , And yeeld in death to your victorious awe : Let naked hands be censur'd by the Law . ●uch pow'r his speech and seemely action hath , ●● mollifies the Tyrants bloody wrath , And he commands , that Stranges death be stay'd . The noble Youth ( who was before dismay'd At deaths approching sight ) now sweetly cleares His cloudy sorrowes , and forgets his feares . As when a Steare to burning Altars led , Expecting fatall blowes to cleaue his head , ●s by the Priest for some religious cause Sent backe to liue , and now in quiet drawes The open ayre , and takes his wonted food , And neuer thinkes how neere to death he stood : The King , though ready , yet his march delayd , To haue Northumberlands expected ayde . To him , industrious Ratcliffe swiftly hies ; But Percy greetes him thus : My troubled eyes This night beheld my fathers angry ghost , Aduising not to ioyne with Richards host : Wilt thou ( said he ) so much obscure my shield , To beare mine azure Lion in the field With such a Gen'rall ? Aske him , on which side His sword was drawne , when I at Towton died . When Richard knew that both his hopes were vaine , He forward sets with cursing and disdaine , And cries : Who would not all these Lords detest ? When Percy changeth , like the Moone his crest . This speech the heart of noble Ferrers rent : He answers : Sir though many dare repent , That which they cannot now without your wrong , And onely grieue they haue been true too long , My brest shall neuer beare so foule a staine , If any ancient blood in me remaine , Which from the Norman Conqu'rours tooke descent , It shall be wholly in your seruice spent ; I will obtaine to day aliue or dead , The Crownes that grace a faithfull souldiers head . Blest be thy tongue ( replies the King , ) in thee The strength of all thine Ancestors I see , Extending warlike armes for Englands good , By thee their heire , in valour as in blood . But here we leaue the King , and must reuiew ●●ose sonnes of Mars , who cruell blades imbrue Riuers sprung from hearts that bloodlesse lie , ●nd ●●aine their shining armes in sanguine die . ●●re valiant Oxford and fierce Norfolke meete , ●nd with their speares each other rudely greete ; ●bout the ayre the shiuerd pieces play , ●●en on their swords their noble hands they lay , ●●d Norfolke first a blow directly guides 〈◊〉 Oxfords head , which from his helmet slides ●pon his arme , and biting through the steele , ●flicts a wound , which Vere disdaines to feele , 〈◊〉 lifts his fauchion with a threatning grace , ●nd hewes the beuer off from Howards face . ●his being done , he with compassion charm'd , ●etires , asham'd to strike a man disarm'd : 〈◊〉 straight a deadly shaft sent from a bow , Whose Master , though farre off , the Duke could know ●ntimely brought this combat to an end , ●nd pierc'd the braine of Richards constant friend . When Oxford saw him sinke , his noble soule Was full of griefe , which made him thus condole : ●●rewell , true Knight , to whom no costly graue ●●n giue due honour : would my teares might saue ●●ose streames of blood , deseruing to be spilt 〈◊〉 better seruice : had not Richards guilt ●●ch heauy weight vpon his fortune laid , 〈◊〉 glorious vertues had his sinnes out waigh'd . Couragious Talbot had with Surrey met , And after many blowes begins to fret , That one so young in Armes should thus vnmou'd , Resist his strength , so oft in warre approu'd . And now the Earle beholds his father fall ; Whose death like horri'd darkenesse frighted all : Some giue themselues as captiues , others flie , But this young Lion casts his gen'rous eye On Mowbrayes Lion , painted in his shield , And with that King of beasts , repines to yeeld : The field ( saith he ) in which the Lion stands , Is blood , and blood I offer to the hands Of daring foes ; but neuer shall my flight Die blacke my Lion , which as yet is white . His enemies ( like cunning Huntsmen ) striue In binding snares , to take their prey aliue , While he desires t' expose his naked brest , And thinkes the sword that deepest strikes , is best . Young Howard single with an army fights , When mou'd with pitie , two renowned Knights , Strong Clarindon , and valiant Coniers trie To rescue him , in which attempt they die ; For Sauage red with blood of slaughter'd foes , Doth them in midst of all his troopes inclose , Where though the Captaine for their safetie striues , Yet baser hands depriue them of their liues . Now Surrey fainting , scarce his sword can hold , Which made a common souldier grow so bold , To lay rude hands vpon that noble flower ; Which he disdaigning ( anger giues him power ) ●ects his weapon with a nimble round , ●●d sends the Peasants arme to kisse the ground . ●●is done , to Talbot he presents his blade , ●●d saith , It is not hope of life hath made ●●is my submission , but my strength is spent , ●nd some perhaps , of villaine blood will vent My weary soule : this fauour I demand , ●●at I may die by your victorious hand . ●ay , God forbid that any of my name , Quoth Talbot ) should put out so bright a flame , As burnes in thee ( braue Youth ) where thou hast err'd , 〈◊〉 was thy fathers fault , since he preferr'd Tyrants crowne before the iuster side . ●●e Earle still mindfull of his birth , replied , wonder ( Talbot ) that thy noble hart ●ults on ruines of the vanquisht part : 〈◊〉 had the right , if now to you it flow , ●●e fortune of your swords hath made it so : ●euer will my lucklesse choyce repent , ●or can it staine mine honour or descent , 〈◊〉 Englands Royall Wreath vpon a stake , ●●ere will I sight , and not the place for sake : ●nd if the will of God hath so dispos'd , ●●at Richmonds brow be with the Crowne inclos'd , ●hall to him , or his giue doubtlesse signes , ●hat duty in my thoughts , not faction , shines . The earnest souldiers still the chase pursue : But their Commanders grieue they should imbrue Their swords in blood which springs from English vein The peacefull sound of trumpets them restraines From further slaughter , with a milde retreat To rest contented in this first defeate . The King intended at his setting out , To helpe his Vantguard , but a nimble scout Runnes crying ; Sir , I saw not farre from hence , Where Richmond houers with a small defence , And like one guilty of some heynous ill , Is couer'd with the shade of yonder hill . The Rauen almost famisht , ioyes not more , When restlesse billowes tumble to the shore A heape of bodies shipwrackt in the seas , Then Richard with these newes himselfe doth ple●● He now diuerts his course another way , And with his Army led in faire array , Ascends the rising ground , and taking view Of Henries souldiers , sees they are but few : Imperiall courage fires his noble brest , He sets a threatning speare within his rest , Thus saying : All true Knights , on me attend , I soone will bring this quarrell to an end : If none will follow , if all faith be gone , Behold ▪ I goe to try my cause alone . He strikes his spurres into his horses side , With him stout Louell and bold Ferrers ride ; To them braue Ratcliffe , gen'rous Clifton haste , Old Brakenbury scornes to be the last : As borne with wings , all worthy spirits flye , Resolu'd for safety of their Prince to dye ; And Catesby to this number addes his name , Though pale with feare , yet ouercomne with shame . Their boldnesse Richmond dreads not , but admires ; He sees their motion like to rolling fires , Which by the winde along the fields are borne Amidst the trees , the hedges , and the corne , Where they the hopes of husbandmen consume , And fill the troubled Ayre with dusky fume . Now as a carefull Lord of neighb'ring grounds , He keepes the flame from entring in his bounds , Each man is warn'd to hold his station sure , Prepar'd with courage strong assaults t' endure : But all in vaine , no force , no warlike Art , From sudden breaking can preserue that part , Where Richard like a dart from thunder falles : His foes giue way , and stand as brazen walles On either side of his inforced path , While he neglects them , and reserues his wrath For him whose death these threatning clouds would cleare , Whom now with gladnes he beholdeth neere , And all those faculties together brings , Which moue the soule to high and noble things . Eu'n so a Tyger hauing follow'd long The Hunters steps that robb'd her of her young : When first she sees him , is by rage inclin'd Her steps to double , and her teeth to grind . Now horse to horse , and man is ioyn'd to man So strictly , that the souldiers hardly can Their aduersaries from their fellowes know : Here each braue Champion singles out his foe . In this confusion Brakenbury meetes With Hungerford , and him thus foulely greetes : Ah traytor , false in breach of faith and loue , What discontent could thee and Bourchier moue , Who had so long my fellowes been in Armes , To flie to Rebels ? What seducing charmes Could on your clouded minds such darknesse bring , To serue an Out-law , and neglect the King ? With these sharpe speeches Hungerford enrag'd , T'vphold his honour , thus the battaile wag'd : Thy doting age ( saith he ) delights in words , But this aspersion must be try'd by swords . Then leauing talke , he by his weapon speakes , And driues a blow , which Brakenbury breakes , By lifting vp his left hand , else the steele Had pierc'd his burgonet , and made him feele The pangs of death : but now the fury fell Vpon the hand that did the stroke repell , And cuts so large a portion of the shield , That it no more can safe protection yeeld . Bold Hungerford disdaines his vse to make Of this aduantage , but doth straight forsake His massy Target , render'd to his Squire , And saith : Let cowards such defence desire . This done , these valiant Knights dispose their blades , And still the one the others face inuades , ●●ll Brakenburies helmet giuing way ●o those fierce strokes that Hungerford doth lay , ●●brus'd and gapes , which Bourchier fighting neare , Perceiues and cries : Braue Hungerford , forbeare , Bring not those siluer haires to timelesse end , He was , and may be once againe our friend . But oh too late ! the fatall blow was sent From Hungerford , which he may now repent , But not recall , and digges a mortall wound In Brakenburies head , which should be crown'd With precious Metals , and with Bayes adorn'd For constant truth appearing , when he scorn'd To staine his hand in those young Princes blood , And like a rocke amidst the Ocean stood Against the Tyrants charmes , and threats vnmou'd , Though death declares how much he Richard lou'd . Stout Ferrers aimes to fixe his mighty Launce In Pembrokes heart , which on the steele doth glaunce , And runnes in vaine the empty ayre to presse : But Pembrokes speare , obtaining wisht successe , Through Ferrers brest-plate , and his body sinkes , And vitall blood from inward vessels drinkes . Here Stanley , and braue Louel trie their strength , Whose equall courage drawes the strife to length , They thinke not how they may themselues defen● To strike is all their care , to kill their end . So meete two Bulls vpon adioyning hills Of rocky Charnwood , while their murmur fills The hollow crags , when striuing for their bounds , They wash their piercing hornes in mutuall woun● If in the midst of such a bloody fight , The name of friendship be not thought too light , Recount my Muse , how Byrons faithfull loue To dying Clifton did it selfe approue : For Clifton fighting brauely in the troope , Receiues a wound , and now begins to droope : Which Byron seeing , though in armes his foe , In heart his friend , and hoping that the blow Had not been mortall , guards him , with his shield From second hurts , and cries , Deare Clifton , yeeld Thou hither cam'st , led by sinister fate , Against my first aduice , yet now , though late , Take this my counsell . Clifton thus replied : It is too late , for I must now prouide To seeke another life : liue thou , sweet friend , And when thy side obtaines a happy end , Vpon the fortunes of my children looke , Remember what a solemne oath we tooke , That he whose part should proue the best in fight , Would with the Conqu'rour trie his vtmost might , To saue the others lands from rau'nous pawes , Which seaze on fragments of a lucklesse cause . My fathers fall our house had almost drown'd , But I by chance aboord in shipwracke found . May neuer more such danger threaten mine : ●eale thou for them , as I would doe for thine . This said , his senses faile , and pow'rs decay , While Byron calles ; Stay , worthy Clifton , stay , And heare my faithfull promise once againe , Which if I breake , may all my deeds be vaine . But now he knowes , that vitall breath is fled , And needlesse words are vtter'd to the dead ; Into the midst of Richards strength he flies , Presenting glorious acts to Henries eyes , And for his seruice he expects no more , Then Cliftons sonne from forfeits to restore . While Richard bearing downe with eager mind , The steps by which his passage was confin'd , Laies hands on Henries Standard as his prey , Strong Brandon bore it , whom this fatall day Markes with a blacke note , as the onely Knight , That on the conqu'ring part forsakes the light . But Time , whose wheeles with various motion runne , Repayes this seruice fully to his sonne , Who marries Richmonds daughter , borne betweene Two Royall Parents , and endowed a Queene . When now the King perceiues that Brandon striues To saue his charge , he sends a blow that riues His skull in twaine , and by a gaping hole , Giues ample scope to his departing soule , And thus insults ; Accursed wretch , farewell , Thine Ensignes now may be display'd in hell : There thou shalt know , it is an odious thing , To let thy banner flie against thy King . With scorne he throwes the Standard to the ground When Cheney for his height and strength renown'd , Steps forth to couer Richmond , now expos'd To Richards sword : the King with Cheney clos'd , And to the earth this mighty Giant fell'd . Then like a Stag , whom fences long with-held From meddowes , where the Spring in glory raignes , Now hauing leuell'd those vnpleasing chaines , And treading proudly on the vanquisht flowres , He in his hopes a thousand ioyes deuoures : For now no pow'r to crosse his end remaines , But onely Henry , whom he neuer daines To name his foe , and thinkes he shall not braue A valiant Champion , but a yeelding slaue . Alas ? how much deceiu'd , when he shall find An able body and couragious minde : For Richmond boldly doth himselfe oppose Against the King , and giues him blowes for blowes , Who now confesseth with an angry frowne , His Riuall , not vnworthy of the Crowne . The younger Stanley then no longer staid , The Earle in danger needs his present aide , Which he performes as sudden as the light , His comming turnes the ballance of the fight . So threatning clouds , whose fall the ploughmen feare , Which long vpon the mountaines top appeare , Dissolue at last , and vapours then distill To watry showres that all the valleys fill . The first that saw this dreadfull storme arise , Was Catesby , who to Richard loudly cries , No way but swift retreate your life to saue , This no shame with wings t' auoide the graue . This said , he trembling turnes himselfe to flie , And dares not stay , to heare the Kings replie , Who scorning his aduice , as foule and base , Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face , Let cowards trust their horses nimble feete , And in their course with new destruction meete , Gaine thou some houres to draw thy fearefull breath : To me ignoble flight is worse then death . But at th' approach of Stanleyes fresh supply , The Kings side droopes : so gen'rous Horses lie Vnapt to stirre , or make their courage knowne , Which vnder cruell Masters sinke and grone . There at his Princes foote stout Ratcliffe dies , Not fearing , but despairing , Louell flies , For he shall after end his weary life In not so faire , but yet as bold a strife . The King maintaines the fight , though left alone : For Henries life he faine would change his owne , And as a Lionesse , which compast round With troopes of men , receiues a smarting wound By some bold hand , though hinder'd and opprest With other speares , yet shghting all the rest , Will follow him alone that wrong'd her first : So Richard pressing with reuengefull thirst , Admits no shape , but Richmonds to his eye , And would in triumph on his carcase die : But that great God , to whom all creatures yeeld , Protects his seruant with a heau'nly shield , His pow'r , in which the Earle securely trusts , Rebates the blowes , and falsifies the thrusts . The King growes weary , and begins to faint , It grieues him that his foes perceiue the taint : Some strike him , that till then durst not come neare , With weight and number they to ground him beare , Where trampled down , and hew'd with many sword He softly vtter'd these his dying words , Now strength no longer Fortune can withstand , I perish in the Center of my Land . His hand he then with wreathes of grasse infolds , And bites the earth , which he so strictly holds , As if he would haue borne it with him hence , So loth he was to lose his rights pretence . FINIS
An expression of Sibylls Acrostichs . 〈…〉 signe that Iudgement comes , the Earth shall sweat : 〈…〉 times , behold the Prince , whose might 〈…〉 censure all within his Kingdome great : 〈◊〉 ●rue and faithfull shall approach his sight , 〈◊〉 feare this God , by his high glory knowne , 〈◊〉 ●●●bin'd with flesh , and compast with his Saints , 〈◊〉 words diuiding soules before his Throne , 〈◊〉 ●eeme the world from Thornes and barren taints . 〈◊〉 vaine then mortals leaue their wealth , and sinne ●●●ong force the stubborne gates of Hell shall tame : ●he Saints , though dead , shall light and freedome winne : ●word thriue not wicked men , with wrathfull flame ●pprest , whose beames can search their words and deeds , ●o darkesome brest can couer base desires , ●ew sorrow , gnashing teeth and wailing breeds ; ●●empt from Sunny rayes , or Starry quires , 〈◊〉 ●eau'n thou art roll'd vp the Moone shall die , ●●om vales he takes their depth , from hilles their height , ●●eat men no more are insolent and high : 〈◊〉 Seas no nimble ships shall carry weight : 〈◊〉 thunder arm'd with heat the earth confounds , ●weet Springs and bubbling Streames their course restraine , 〈◊〉 heau'nly trumpet sending dolefull sounds , ●pbraydes the worlds misdeeds , and threatens paine , 〈◊〉 gaping earth infernall depths are seene ; Our proudest ●●ngs are summon'd by his call ●nto his seate , from heau'n with anger keene ●euengefull floods of fire and brimstone fall . VIRGIL .
VIRGIL . ECLOG . 4. CIcilian Muses , sing we greater things , All are not pleas'd with Shrubs , & lowly Sp●●● More fitly to the Consull , Woods belong , Now is fulfild Cumaean Sibyls Song , Long chaines of better times begin againe , The Maide returnes , and brings backe Saturnes rai●● New progenies from lofty Heau'n descend , Thouchaste Lucina , be this Infants friend , Whose birth the dayes of Ir'n shall quite deface , And through the world the golden age shall place ▪ Thy brother Phoebus weares his potent Crowne , And thou ( O Pollio ) know thy high renowne , Thy Consulship this glorious change shall breed , Great moneths shall then endeuour to proceed : Thy rule the steps of threatning sinne shall cleare , And free the earth from that perpetuall feare : He with the Gods shall liue , and shall behold , With heauenly spirits noble soules enroll'd , And seene by them shall guide this worldly frame , Which to his hand his fathers strength doth tame . To thee ( sweet Child ) the earth brings natiue dow● The wandring Iuy , with faire B●cchars flowres , ●nd Colocasia sprung from Egypts ground , With smiling leaues of greene Acanthus crown'd , ●he Gotes their swelling vdders home shall beare , The Droues no more shall mighty Lions feare : For thee thy cradle pleasing flowres shall bring , Imperious Death shall blunt the Serpents sting , No herbes shall with deceitfull poyson flow , And sweet Amomum eu'ry where shall grow . But when thou able art to reade the facts Of Worthies , and thy Fathers famous acts , To know what glories , vertues name adorne , The fields to ripenesse bring the tender corne ; Ripe Grapes depend on carelesse Brambles tops ; Hard Oakes sweat hony , form'd in dewy drops , Yet some few steps of former fraudes remaine , Which men to trie , the Sea with ships constraine ? With strengthning walles their Cities to defend , And on the ground long surrowes to extend , A second ●●phys , and ●ew Argo then , Shall leade to braue exploits the best of men , The warre of Troy that Towne againe shall burne , And great Achilles thither shall returne . But when firme age a perfect man thee makes , The willing Sayler straight the Seas forsakes , The P●●e no more the vse of trade retaines , Each Countrie breeds all fruits , the earth disdaines The Harrowes weight , and Vines the sickles strokes ; Strong Ploughmen let their Bulls go free from yokes , Wooll feares not to dissemble colours strange , But Rammes their fleeces then in pastures change To pleasing Purple , or to Saffron die , And Lambes turne ruddy , as they feeding lie . The Fates , whose wills in stedfast end agree , Command their wheeles to run such daies to see , Attempt great honours , now the time attends , Deare Childe of Gods , whose line from Ioue descend● See how the world with weight declining lies ; The Earth , the spacious Seas , and arched Skies : Behold againe , how these their griefe asswage With expectation of the future age : O that my life and breath so long would last To tell thy deeds ! I should not be surpast By Thracian Orpheus , nor if Linus sing , Though they from Phoebus and the Muses spring : Should Pan ( Arcadia iudging ) striue with me , Pan by Arcadia's doome would conquer'd be . Begin thou , little Childe ; by laughter owne Thy Mother , who ten mon'ths hath fully knowne Of tedious houres : begin , thou little Childe , On whom as yet thy Parents neuer smil'd , The God with meate hath not thy hunger fed , Nor Goddesse laid thee in a little bed .
An Epigram concerning Mans life composed by Crates , or Posidippus . WHat course of life should wretched mortals take ? In Courts , hard questions , large contention make , Care dwels in houses , Labour in the field , Tumultuous Seas affrighting dangers yeeld . In forraine Land , thou neuer canst be blest ; If rich , thou art in feare ; if poore , distrest ▪ In wedlock , frequent discontentments swell : Vnmarried persons , as in Desarts dwell . How many troubles are with children borne ? Yet he that wants them , counts himselfe forlorne . Young men are wanton , and of wisedome void : Gray haires are cold , vnfit to be imploid . Who would not one of these two offers choose : Not to be borne , or breath with speede to loose ?
The answer of Metrodorus . IN eu'ry way of life , true pleasure flowes , Immortall Fame , from publike action growes : Within the doores is found appeasing rest ; In fields , the gifts of Nature are exprest . The Sea brings gaine , the rich abroad prouide , To blaze their names , the poore their wants to hide All housholds best are gouern'd by a wife ; His cares are light , who leades a single life . Sweet children , are delights , which marriage blesse He that hath none , disturbs his thoughts the lesse . Strong youth , can triumph in victorious deeds : Old age the soule , with pious motion feeds . All states are good , and they are falsly led , Who wish to be vnborne , or quickly dead .
HORAT. LIB. 2. SAT. 6. THis was my wish : no ample space of ground , T' include my Garden with a mod rate bound , And neere my house a Fountaine neuer dry , A little Wood , which might my wants supply , The gods haue made me blest with larger store : It is sufficient , I desire no more , O sonne of Maia , but this grant alone , That quiet vse may make these gifts mine owne . If I increase them by no lawlesse way , Nor through my fault will cause them to decay . If not to these fond hopes my thoughts decline , O that this ioyning corner could be mine , Which with disgrace deformes , and maimes my field , Or Fortune would a pot of siluer yeeld , ( As vnto him who being hir'd to worke , Discouer'd treasure , which in mold did lurke , And bought the Land , which he before had till ▪ d , Since friendly Hercules his bosome fill'd ) If I with thankfull minde these blessings take , Disdaine not this petition which I make . Let ●at in all things , but my wit , be seene , And be my safest guard as thou hast been . When from the Citty I my selfe remoue Vp to the hills , as to a towre aboue , I find no fitter labours , nor delights Then Satyres , which my lowly Muse indites . No foule ambition can me there expose To danger , nor the leaden wind that blowes From Southerne parts , nor Autumnes grieuous raine , Whence bitter Libitina reapes her gaine . O father of the mornings purple light ! Or if thou rather would'st be Ianus hight , From whose diuine beginning , mortalls draw The paines of life , according to the law , Which is appointed by the Gods decree , Thou shalt the entrance of my verses be . At Rome thou driu'st me , as a pledge to goe , That none himselfe may more officious show . Although the fury of the Northerne blast Shall sweepe the earth ; or Winters force hath cast The snowy day , into a narrow Sphere , I must proceede , and hauing spoken cleare And certaine truth , must wrestle in the throng , Where by my haste , the slower suffer wrong , And crie , What ayles the mad man ? whither ten● His speedy steps ? while mine imperious frend Intreates , and chafes , admitting no delay , And I must beate all those , that stop my way . The glad remembrance of Mecaenas lends A sweete content : but when my iourney bends , To blacke Esquiliae , there a hundred tides Of strangers causes presse my head and sides . You must , before the second houre , appeare In Court to morrow , and for Roscius sweare . The Scribes desire you would to them repaire , About a publike , great , and new affaire , Procure such fauour , from Mecaenas hand , As that his seale may on this paper stand . I answer , I will trie : he vrgeth still , I know you can performe it if you will Seu'n yeeres are fled , the eighth is almost gone , Since first Mecaenas tooke me for his owne , That I with him might in his chariot sit , And onely then would to my trust commit Such toyes as these : what is the time of day ? The Thracian is the Syrians match in play . Now carelesse men are nipt with morning cold : And words which open eares may safely hold . In all this space for eu'ry day and houre I grew more subiect to pale enuies pow'r This sonne of Fortune to the Stage resorts , And with the fau'rite in the field disports . Fame from the pulpits runnes through eu'ry streete , And I am strictly askt by all I meete : Good Sir ( you needes must know , for you are neare Vnto the Gods ) doe you no tidings heare Concerning Dacian troubles ? Nothing I. You allwayes loue your friends with scoffes to try , If I can tell , the Gods my life confound . But where will Caesar giue his souldiers ground , In Italie , or the T●inacrian Ile ? I sweare I know not , they admire the while , And thinke me full of silence , graue and deepe , The onely man that should high secrets keepe , For these respects ( poore wretch ) I lose the light , And longing thus repine : when shall my sight Againe bee happy in beholding thee My countrey ●●rme ? or when shall I be free To reade in bookes what ancient writers speake , To rest in sleepe , which others may not breake , To taste ( in houres secure from courtly strife ) The soft obliuion of a carefull life ? O when shall beanes vpon my boord appeare , Which wise Pythagoras esteem'd so deare ? Or when shall fatnesse of the Lard anoint The herbes , which for my table I appoint ? O suppers of the Gods ! O nights diuine ! When I before our Lar might feast with mine , And feede my prating slaues with tasted meate , As eu'ry one should haue desire to eate . The frolike guest not bound with heauy lawes , The liquor from vnequall measures drawes : Some being strong delight in larger draughts , Some call for lesser cups to cleere their thoughts . Of others house and lands no speaches grow , Nor whether Lepos danceth well or no. We talke of things which to our selues pertaine , Which not to know would be a sinfull staine , Are men by riches or by vertue blest ? Of friendships ends is vse or right the best ? Of good what is the nature , what excells ? My neighbour Ceruius old wiues fables tells , When any one Arellius wealth admires , And little knowes what troubles it requires . He thus beginnes : Long since a countrey Mouse Receau'd into his low and homely house A Citty Mouse , his friend and guest before ; The host was sharpe and sparing of his store , Yet much to hospitality inclin'd : For such occasions could dilate his mind . He Chiches giues for winter layd aside , Nor are the long and slender Otes deny'd : Dry Grapes he in his lib'rall mouth doth beare , And bits of Bacon which halfe eaten were : With various meates to please the strangers pride , Whose dainty teeth through all the dishes slide . The Father of the family in straw Lies stretcht along , disdaigning not to gnaw Base corne or darnell , and reserues the best , To make a perfect banquet for his guest ▪ To him at last the Citizen thus spake , My friend , I muse what pleasure thou canst take , Or how thou canst endure to spend thy time In shady Groues , and vp steepe hills to clime . In sauage Forrests build no more thy den : Goe to the City , there to dwell with men . Begin this happy iourney , trust to me , I will thee guide , thou shalt my fellow be . Since earthly things are ty'd to mortall liues , And eu'ry great , and little creature striues , In vaine the certaine stroke of death to flie , Stay not till moments past thy ioyes denie . Liue in rich plenty , and perpetuall sport : Liue euer mindfull , that thine age is short . The rauisht field-mouse holds these words so sweet ▪ That from his home he leapes with nimble feet . They to the Citie trauaile with delight , And vnderneath the walles they creepe at night . Now darkenesse had possest heau'ns middle space , When these two friends their weary steps did plac ▪ Within a wealthy Palace , where was spred A scarlet cou'ring on an Iu'ry bed : The baskets ( set farre off aside ) contain'd The meates , which after plenteous meales remain'd The Citie Mouse with courtly phrase intreates His Country friend to rest in purple seates ; With ready care the Master of the feast Runnes vp and downe to see the store increast : He all the duties of a seruant showes , And tastes of eu'ry dish , that he bestowes . The poore plaine Mouse , exalted thus in state , Glad of the change , his former life doth hate , ●●d striues in lookes and gesture to declare With what contentment he receiues this fare . 〈◊〉 straight the sudden creaking of a doore ●●kes both these Mice from beds into the floore . ●●ey runne about the roome halfe dead with feare , ●●rough all the house the noise of dogs they heare . 〈◊〉 stranger now counts not the place so good , ●● bids farewell , and saith , The silent Wood ●●●ll me hereafter from these dangers saue , Well pleas'd with simple Vetches in my Caue .
HORAT. CARM. LIB. 3. OD . 29. MEcaenas , ( sprung from Tuscan Kings ) for thee Milde Wine in vessels neuer toucht , I keepe Here Roses , and sweete odours be , Whose dew thy haire shall steepe : O stay not , let moyst Tibur be disdain'd , And Aesulaes declining fields , and hills , Where once Telegonus remain'd , Whose hand his father kills ; Forsake that height where lothsome plenty cloyes , And towres , which to the lofty clouds aspire , The smoke of Rome her wealth and noyse Thou wilt not here admire . In pleasing change , the rich man takes delight , And frugall meales in homely seates allowes , Where hangings want , and purple bright He cleares his carefull browe● . Now Cepheus plainely shewes his hidden fire , The Dog-starre now his furious heate displayes , The Lion spreads his raging ire , The Sunne brings parching dayes . ●he Shepheard now his sickly flocke restores , With shades , and Riuers , and the Thickets finds Of rough Siluanus , silent shores Are free from playing winds . To keepe the State in order is thy care , Sollicitous for Rome , thou fear'st the warres , Which barbrous Easterne troopes prepare , And Tanais vs'd to iarres . The wise Creator from our knowledge hides The end of future times in darksome night ; False thoughts of mortals he derides , When them vaine toyes affright . With mindfull temper present houres compose , The rest are like a Riuer , which with ease , Sometimes within his channell slowes , Into Etrurian Seas . Oft stones , trees , flocks , and houses it deuoures , With Echoes from the hills , and neighb'ring woods , When some fierce deluge , rais'd by showres , Turnes quiet Brookes to Floods . He master of himselfe , in mirth may liue , Who saith , I rest well pleas'd with former dayes , Let God from heau'n to morrow giue Blacke clouds , or Sunny rayes . No force can make that voide , which once is past , Those things are neuer alter'd , or vndone , Which from the instant rolling fast , With flying moments run . Proud Fortune ioyfull sad affaires to finde , Insulting in her sport , delights to change Vncertaine honours : quickly kinde , And straight againe as strange . I prayse her stay , but if she stirre her wings , Her gifts I leaue , and to my selfe retire , Wrapt in my vertue : honest things In want no dowre require . When Lybian stormes , the mast in pieces shake , I neuer God with pray'rs , and vowes implore , Lest precious wares addition make To greedy Neptunes store . Then I contented , with a little bote , Am through Aegean waues , by winds conuay'd , Where Pollux makes me safely flote , And Castors friendly aide .
HORT. EPOD. 2. HE happy is , who farre from busie sounds , ( As ancient mortals dwelt ) With his owne Oxen tills his Fathers grounds , And debts hath neuer felt . 〈◊〉 warre disturbes his rest with fierce alarmes , Nor angry Seas offend : 〈◊〉 shunnes the Law , and those ambitious charmes , Which great mens doores attend . The lofty Poplers with delight he weds To Vines that grow apace , And with his hooke vnfruitfull branches shreds , More happy sprouts to place , ●●else beholds , how lowing heards astray , In narrow valleys creepe , ●● in cleane pots , doth pleasant hony lay , Or sheares his feeble Sheepe . When Autumne from the ground his head vpreares , With timely Apples chain'd , ●●w glad is he to plucke ingrafted Peares , And Grapes with purple stain'd ? Thus he Priapus , or Syluanus payes , Who keepes his limits free , His weary limbes , in holding grasse he layes , Or vnder some old tree , Along the lofty bankes the waters slide , The Birds in woods lament , The Springs with trickling streames the Ayre diuide , Whence gentle sleepes are lent . But when great Ioue , in winters dayes restores Vnpleasing showres and snowes , With many Dogs he driues the angry Bores To snares which them oppose . His slender nets dispos'd on little stakes , The greedy Thrush preuent : The fearefull Hare , and forraine Crane he takes , With this reward content . Who will not in these ioyes forget the cares , Which oft in loue we meete : But when a modest wife the trouble shares Of house and children sweete , ( Like Sabines , or the swift Apulians wiues , Whose cheekes the Sun-beames harme , When from old wood she sacred fire contriues , Her weary mate to warme , When she with hurdles , her glad flockes confines , And their full vdders dries , And from sweet vessels drawes the yearely wines , And meates vnbought supplies ; No Lucrine Oysters can my palate please , Those fishes I neglect , Which tempests thundring on the Easterne Seas Into our waues direct . No Bird from Affrike sent , my taste allowes , Nor Foule which Asia breeds : The Oliue ( gather'd from the fatty boughes ) With more delight me feeds . Sowre Herbs , which loue the Meades , or Mallowes good , To ease the body pain'd : A Lambe which sheds to Terminus her blood , Or Kid from Wolues regain'd . What ioy is at these Feasts , when well-fed flocks Themselues for home prepare ? Or when the weake necke of the weary Oxe Drawes back th' inuerted share ? When Slaues ( the swarmes that wealthy houses charge ) Neere smiling Lar , sit downe , This life when Alphius hath describ'd at large , Inclining to the Clowne , He at the Ides calles all that money in , Which he hath let for gaine : But when the next month shall his course begin , He puts it out againe .
PER. SAT. 2. MAcrinus , let this happy day be knowne As white , and noted with a better stone , Which to thine age doth sliding yeeres combine : Before thy Genius powre forth cups of wine , Thy pray'rs expect no base and greedy end , Which to the gods thou closely must commend : Though most of those whom honours lift on high , In all their offrings silent Incense frie , All from the Temple are not apt to take Soft lowly sounds , and open vowes to make . The gifts of minde , fame , faith he vtters cleare , That strangers may farre off his wishes heare : But this he mumbles vnderneath his tongue ; O that mine Vnkles death expected long , Would bring a fun'rall which no cost shall lacke ! O that a pot of siluer once would cracke Beneath my harrow by Alcides sent ! Or that I could the Orphanes hopes preuent , To whom I am next heire , and must succeed ! ( Since swelling humours in his body breed , Which threaten oft the shortnesse of his life . ) How blest is Nerius , thrice to change his wife ! Those are the holy pray'rs for which thy head ( When first the morning hath her mantle spred ) Is dipt so many times in Tibers streames , Where running waters purge the nightly dreames . I thus demand : in answer be not slow , It is not much that I desire to know : Of Ioue what think'st thou ? if thy iudgement can Esteeme him iuster then a mortall man ? Then Staius ? doubt'st thou which of these is best To iudge aright the fatherlesse opprest ? The speech with which thine impious wishes dare Prophane Ioues eares , to Staius now declare : O Ioue , O good Ioue , he will straight exclaime , And shall not Ioue crie out on his owne name ? For pardon canst thou hope , because the Oke Is sooner by the sacred Brimstone broke , When Thunder teares the Ayre , then thou and thine , Because thou ly'st not , as a dismall signe ●n Woods , while entrailes , and Ergennaes Art , Bid all from thy sad carkase to depart , Will therefore Ioue his foolish beard extend , For thee to pull ? what treasure canst thou spend To make the eares of Gods , by purchase thine ? Can lights and bowels bribe the pow'rs diuine ? Some Grandame , or religious Aunt , whose ioy ●s from the cradle to take out the Boy , ●n lustrall spittle her long finger dips , And expiates his forhead and his lips . Her cunning from bewitching eyes defends , Then in her armes she dandles him , and sends Her slender hope , which humble vowes propound To Crassus house , or to Licinius ground . Let Kings and Queenes wish him their sonne in law ; Let all the wenches him in pieces draw ; May eu'ry stalke of grasse on which he goes , Be soone transform'd into a fragrant Rose . No such request to Nurses I allow , Ioue ( though she pray in white ) refuse her vow , Thou would'st firme sinewes haue , a body strong , Which may in age continue able long , But thy grosse meates , and ample dishes stay The gods from granting this , and Ioue delay . With hope to raise thy wealth , thou kill'st an Oxe , Inuoking Hermes : blesse my house and flockes . How can it be ( vaine foole ) when in the fires The melted fat of many Steeres expires ? Yet still thou think'st to ouercome at last , While many offrings in the flame are cast ; Now shall my fields be large , my sheepe increase ; Now it will come , now , now ; nor wilt thou cease , Vntill deceiu'd , and in thy hopes deprest , Thou sigh'st to see the bottome of thy chest , When I to thee haue cups of siluer brought , Or gifts in solid golden metall wrought , The left side of thy brest will dropping sweate , And full of ioy thy trembling heart will beate . Hence comes it , that with gold in triumph borne , Thou do'st the faces of the gods adorne , Among the brazen brethren they that send Those dreames , where euill humours least extend , The highest place in mens affections hold , And for their care receiue a beard of gold : The glorious name of gold hath put away The vse of Saturnes brasse , and Numaes clay . This glitt'ring pride to richer substance turnes The Tuscan earthen pots , and vestall vrnes . O crooked soules , declining to the earth , Whose empty thoughts forget their heau'nly birth : What end , what profit haue we , when we striue Our manners to the Temples to deriue ? Can we suppose , that to the gods we bring Some pleasing good for this corrupted Spring ? This flesh , which Casia doth dissolue and spoyle , And with that mixture taints the natiue oyle : This boyles the fish with purple liquor full , And staines the whitenesse of Calabrian wooll . This from the shell scrapes out the Pearle , and straines From raw rude earth the feruent Metals veines . This sinnes , it sinnes , yet makes some vse of vice : But tell me , ye great Flamins , can the price Raise Gold to more account in holy things , Then Babies , which the maide to Venus brings ? Nay rather let vs yeeld the gods such gifts , As great Messallaes off-spring neuer lifts , In costly Chargers stretcht to ample space , Because degen'rate from his noble race : A soule , where iust , and pious thoughts are chain'd ; A mind , whose secret corners are vnstain'd : A brest , in which all gen'rous vertues lie , And paint it with a neuer-fading die . Thus to the Temples let me come with zeale , The gods will heare me , though I offer meale .
AVSON . IDYLL . 16. A Man , both good and wise , whose perfect mind Apollo cannot in a thousand find , As his owne Iudge , himselfe exactly knowes , Secure what Lords or vulgar brests suppose : He , like the World , an equall roundnesse beares ; On his smooth sides no outward spot appeares : He thinkes , how Cancers starre increaseth light ; How Capricornes cold Tropicke lengthens night , And by iust scales will all his actions trie , That nothing sinke too low , nor rise too high , That corners may with euen parts incline , And measures erre not with a faulty line , That all within be solid , lest some blow Should by the sound the empty vessell show , Ere he to gentle sleepe his eyes will lay , His thoughts reuolue the actions of the day , What houres from me with dull neglect haue runne , What was in time , or out of season done ? Why hath this worke , adorning-beauty lackt , Or reason wanted in another fact ? What things haue I forgotten , why design'd To seeke those ends , which better were declin'd , When to the needy wretch I gaue reliefe , Why was my broken soule possest with griefe ? In what haue my mistaking wishes err'd , Why profit more , then honesty preferr'd ? Could my sharpe words another man incense , Or were my bookes compos'd to breed offence ? How comes it , that corrupted nature-drawes My will from disciplines amending lawes ? Thus going slowly through his words and deeds , He from one eu'ning to the next proceeds : Peruerting crimes he checkes with angry frownes , Straight leuell'd Vertues he rewards with Crownes .
Claudians Epigram of the old man of Verona . THrice happy he , whose age is spent vpon his owne , The same house sees him old , which him a child hath known , He leanes vpon his staffe in sand where once he crept , His mem'ry long descents , of one poore cote hath kept , He through the various strife of fortune neuer past , Nor as a wand'ring guest would forraine waters taste , He neuer fear'd the seas in trade , nor sound of warres , Nor in hoarse courts of law , hath felt litigious iarres , Vnskilfull in affaires , he knowes no City neare , So freely he enioyes the sight of heau'n more cleare , The yeeres by seu'rall corne , not Consuls he computes , He notes the Spring by flowres , and Autumne by the fruits , One space put downe the Sunne , and brings againe the rayes . Thus by a certaine Orbe he measures out the dayes , Remembring some great Oke from small beginning spred , He sees the wood grow old , which with himselfe was bred . Verona next of Townes as farre as India seemes , And for the ruddy Sea , Benacus he esteemes : Yet still his armes are firme , his strength vntam'd and greene ; The full third age hath him a lusty Grandsire seene . Let others trauaile farre , and hidden coasts display , This man hath more of life , and those haue more of way .
Vpon the two great Feasts of the Annunciation and Resurrection falling on the same day , March 25. 1627. THrice happy day , which sweetly do'st combine Two Hemispheres in th' Equinoctiall line : The one debasing God to earthly paine , The other raising man to endlesse raigne . Christs humble steps declining to the wombe , Touch heau'nly scales erected on his Tombe : We first with Gabriel must this Prince conuay Into his chamber on the marriage day , Then with the other Angels cloth'd in white , We will adore him in this conqu'ring Night : The Sonue of God assuming humane breath , Becomes a subiect to his vassall Death , That Graues and Hell laid open by his strife , May giue vs passage to a better life . See for this worke how things are newly styl'd , Man is declar'd , Almighty , God , a Child ; The Word made Flesh , is speechlesse , and the Light Begins from Clouds , and sets in depth of night ; Behold the Sunne eclips'd for many yeeres , And eu'ry day more dusky robes he weares , Till after totall darkenesse shining faire , No Moone shall barre his splendor from the Aire . Let faithfull soules this double Feast attend In two Processions : let the first descend The Temples staires , and with a downe-cast eye Vpon the lowest pauement prostrate lie , In creeping Violets , white Lillies shine Their humble thoughts , and eu'ry pure designe ; The other troope shall climbe with sacred heate , The rich degrees of Salomons bright seate , In glowing Roses feruent zeale they beare , And in the Azure Flowre de ▪ lis appeare Celestiall contemplations , which aspire Aboue the skie , vp to th' immortall Quire .
Of the Epiphany . FAire Easterne Starre , that art ordain'd to runne Before the Sages , to the rising Sunne , Here cease thy course , and wonder that the cloud Of this poore Stable can thy Maker shroud : Ye heauenly bodies , glory to be bright , And are esteem'd , as ye are rich in light : But here on earth is taught a diff'rent way , Since vnder this low roofe the Highest lay ; Ierusalem erects her stately Towres , Displayes her windowes , and adornes her bowres : Yet there thou must not cast a trembling sparke . Let Herods Palace still continue darke , Each Schoole and Synagogue thy force repels , There pride enthron'd in misty errours dwels . The Temple where the Priests maintaine their quite , Shall taste no beame of thy Celestiall fire . While this weake Cottage all thy splendor takes , A ioyfull gate of eu'ry chinke it makes . Here shines no golden roofe , no Iu'ry staire , No King exalted in a stately chaire , Girt with attendants , or by Heralds styl'd , But straw and hay inwrap a speechlesse Child , Yet Sabaes Lords before this Babe vnfold Their treasures , off'ring Incense , Myrrh and Gold . The Cribbe becomes an Altar ; therefore dies No Oxe nor Sheepe , for in their fodder lies The Prince of Peace , who thankfull for his bed , Destroyes those Rites , in which their blood was shed : The quintessence of earth , he takes and fees , And precious gummes distill'd from weeping trees , Rich Metals , and sweet Odours now declare The glorious blessings , which his Lawes prepare To cleare vs from the base and lothsome flood Of sense , and make vs fit for Angels food , Who lift to God for vs the holy smoke Of feruent pray'rs , with which we him inuoke , And trie our actions in that searching fire , By which the Seraphims our lips inspire : No muddy drosse pure Min'ralls shall infect , We shall exhale our vapours vp direct : No stormes shall crosse , nor glitt'ring lights deface Perpetuall sighes , which seeke a happy place .
Of the Transfiguration of our Lord . YEe that in lowly valleyes weeping sate , And taught your humble soules to mourne of la●● For sinnes , and suff'rings breeding griefes and feares , And made the Riuers bigger with your teares ; Now cease your sad complaints , till fitter time , And with those three belou'd Apostles clime To lofty Thabor , where your happy eyes Shall see the Sunne of glory brightly rise : Draw neere , and euer blesse that sacred hill , That there no heate may parch , no frost may kill The tender plants , nor any thunder blast That top , by which all mountaines are surpast . By steepe and briery paths ye must ascend : But if ye know to what high scope ye tend , No let nor danger can your steps restraine , The crags will easie seeme , the thickets plaine . Our Lord there stands , not with his painefull Crosse Laid on his shoulders , mouing you to losse Of precious things , nor calling you to beare That burden , which so much base worldlings feare . Here are no promist hopes obscur'd with clouds , No sorrow with dim vailes true pleasure shrowds , But perfect Ioy , which here discouer'd shines , To taste of heauenly light your thoughts inclines , And able is to weane deluded mindes From fond delight , which wretched mortals blinds : Yet let not sense so much your reason sway , As to desire for euer here to stay , Refusing that sweet change which God prouides , To those whom with his rod and staffe he guides : Your happinesse consists not now alone In those high comforts which are often throwne In plenteous manner from our Sauiours hand , To raise the fall'n , and cause the weake to stand : But ye are blest , when being trodden downe , Ye taste his Cup , and weare his thorny Crowne .
On Ascension day . YE that to heau'n direct your curious eyes , And send your minds to walk the spacious skies , See how the Maker to your selues you brings , Who sets his noble markes on meanest things : And hauing Man aboue the Angels plac'd , The lowly Earth more then the Heau'n hath grac'd . Poore Clay , each Creature thy degrees admires ; First , God in thee a liuing Soule inspires , Whose glorious beames hath made thee farre m●●● bright Then is the Sunne , the spring of corp'rall light : He rests not here , but to himselfe thee takes , And thee diuine by wondrous vnion makes . What Region can afford a worthy place For his exalted Flesh ? Heau'n is too base , He scarce would touch it in his swift ascent , The Orbes fled backe ( like Iordan ) as he went : And yet he daign'd to dwell a while on earth , As paying thankefull tribute for his birth : But now this body all Gods workes excels , And hath no place , but God , in whom it dwels .
An Ode of the blessed Trinitie . MVse , that art dull and weake , Opprest with worldly paine , If strength in thee remaine , Of things diuine to speake : Thy thoughts a while from vrgent eares restraine , And with a cheareful voice thy wonted silence breake . No cold shall thee benumme , Nor darknesse taint thy sight ; To thee new heate , new light , Shall from this obiect come , Whose praises if thou now wilt sound a right , My pen shall giue thee leaue hereafter to be dumbe . Whence shall we then begin To sing , or write of this , Where no beginning is ? Or if we enter in , Where shall we end ? The end is endlesse blisse ; Thrice happy we , if well so rich a thread we spinne . For Thee our strings we touch , Thou that are Three , and One , Whose essence though vnknowne , Beleeu'd is to be such ; To whom what ere we giue , we giue thine owne , And yet no mortall tongue can giue to thee so much . See how in vayne we trie To find some tipe , t' agree With this great One in Three , Yet can none such descrie , If any like , or second were to thee , Thy hidden nature then were not so deepe and high ▪ Here faile inferiour things , The Sunne whose heate and light Make creatures warme and bright , A feeble shadow brings : The Sunne shewes to the world his Fathers might , With glorious raies , from both our fire ( the spirit ) spring ▪ Now to this toplesse hill , Let vs ascend more neare , Yet still within the Spheare Of our connat'rall skill , We may behold how in our soules we beare An vnderstanding pow'r , ioyn'd with effectuall will ▪ We can no higher goe To search this point diuine ; Here it doth chiefly shine , This Image must it show : These steppes as helpes our humble minds incline , T' embrace those certaine grounds , which from true Faith must flow . To him these notes direct , Who not with outward hands , Nor by his strong commands , Whence creatures take effect : While perfectly himselfe he vnderstands , Begets another selfe , with equall glory deckt . From these , the Spring of loue , The holy Ghost proceeds , Who our affection feeds , With those cleare flames which moue From that eternall Essence which them breeds , And strike into our soules , as lightning from aboue . Stay , stay , Parnassian Girle , Heere thy descriptions faint , Thou humane shapes canst paint , And canst compare to Pearle White teeth , and speak of lips which Rubies taint , Resembling beauteous eies to Orbs that swiftly whirle . But now thou mayst perceiue The weakenesse of thy wings ; And that thy noblest strings To muddy obiects cleaue : Then praise with humble silence heau'nly things , And what is more then this , to still deuotion leaue .
A Dialogue betweene the World , a Pilgrim , and Vertue . Pilgrim . WHat darknes clouds my senses ? Hath the day Forgot his season , and the Sunne his way ? Doth God withdraw his all-sustaining might , And works no more with his faire creature light , While heau'n and earth for such a losse complaine , And turne to rude vnformed heapes againe ? My paces with intangling briers are bound , And all this forrest in deepe silence drownd , Here must my labour and my iourney cease , By which in vaine I sought for rest and peace : But now perceiue that mans vnquiet mind , In all his waies can onely darkenesse find . Here must I starue and die , vnlesse some light Point out the passage from this dismall night . World . Distressed Pilgrim , let not causelesse feare Depresse thy hopes , for thou hast comfort neare , Which thy dull heart with splendor shall inspire , And guide thee to thy period of desire . Cleare vp thy browes , and raise thy fainting eyes , See how my glitt'ring Palace open lies For weary passengers , whose desp'rate case I pitie , and prouide a resting place . Pilgrim . O thou whose speeches sound , whose beauties shine ▪ Not like a creature , but some pow'r diuine , Teach me thy stile , thy worth and state declare , Whose glories in this desart hidden are . World . I am thine end , Felicity my name ; The best of wishes , Pleasures , Riches , Fame , Are humble vassals , which my Throne attend , And make you mortals happy when I send : In my left hand delicious fruits I hold , To feede them who with mirth and ease grow old , Afraid to lose the fleeting dayes and nights , They seaze on times , and spend it in delights . My right hand with triumphant crownes is stor'd , Which all the Kings of former times ador'd : These gifts are thine : then enter where no strife , No griefe , no paine shall interrupt thy life . Vertue . Stay , hasty wretch , here deadly Serpents dwell , And thy next step is on the brinke of hell : Wouldst thou , poore weary man , thy limbs repose ? Behold my house , where true contentment growes : Not like the baites , which this seducer giues , Whose blisse a day , whose torment euer liues . World . Regard not these vaine speeches , let them goe , This is a poore worme , my contemned foe , Bold thredbare Vertue ; who dare promise more From empty bags , then I from all my store : Whose counsels make men draw vnquiet breath , Expecting to be happy after death . Vertue . Canst thou now make , or hast thou euer made Thy seruants happy in those things that fade ? Heare this my challenge , one example bring Of such perfection ; let him be the King Of all the world , fearing no outward check , And guiding others by his voice or beck : Yet shall this man at eu'ry moment find More gall then hony in his restlesse mind . Now Monster , since my words haue struck thee dumb , Behold this Garland , whence such vertues come , Such glories shine , such piercing beames are throwne , As make thee blind , and turne thee to a stone . And thou , whose wand'ring feet were running downe Th' infernall steepenesse , looke vpon this Crowne : Within these folds lie hidden no deceits , No golden lures , on which perdition waites : But when thine eyes the prickly thornes haue past , See in the circle boundlesse ioyes at last . Pilgrim . These things are now most cleare , thee I imbrace : Immortall Wreath , let worldlings count thee base , Choyce is thy matter , glorious is thy shape , Fit Crowne for them who tempting dangers scap̄e .
An act of Contrition . WHen first my reason , dawning like the day , Disperst the clouds of childish sense away : Gods Image fram'd in that superior Tow'r , Diuinely drew mine vnderstanding pow'r To thinke vpon his Greatnesse , and to feare His darts of thunder , which the mountaines teare . And when with feeble light my soule began T' acknowledge him a higher thing then man , My next discourse erected by his grace , Conceiues him free from bounds of time or place , And sees the furthest that of him is knowne , All spring from him , and he depends of none . The steps which in his various workes are seal'd , The doctrines in his sacred Church reueal'd , Were all receiu'd as truths into my mind , Yet durst I breake his lawes , O strangely blind : My festring wounds are past the launcing cure , Which terrour giues to thoughts at first impure : No helpe remaines these vlcers to remoue , Vnlesse I scorch them with the flames of loue . Lord , from thy wrath my soule appeales , and flyes To gracious beames of those indulgent eyes , Which brought me first from nothing , and sustaine My life , lest it to nothing turne againe , Which in thy Sonnes blood washt my parents sinne ▪ And taught me waies eternall blisse to winne . The Starres which guide my Bark with heau'nly calls , My boords in shipwrack after many falls : In these I trust , and wing'd with pleasing hope , Attempt new flight to come to thee , my scope , Whom I esteeme a thousand times more deare , Then worldly things which faire and sweet appeare . Rebellious flesh , which thee so oft offends , Presents her teares : alas , a poore amends , But thou accept'st them . Hence they precious grow , As liuing waters which from Eden flow . With these I wish my vitall blood may runne , Ere new Eclipses dimme this glorious Sunne : And yeeld my selfe afflicting paines to take For thee my Spouse , and onely for thy sake . Hell could not fright me with immortall fire , Were it not arm'd with thy forsaking ire : Nor should I looke for comfort and delight In heau'n , if heau'n were shadow'd from thy sight .
In Desolation . O Thou , who sweetly bend'st my stubborne will , Who send'st thy stripes to teach , and not to kill : Thy chearefull face from me no longer hide , Withdraw these clouds , the scourges of my pride ; I sinke to hell , if I be lower throwne : I see what man is being left alone . My substance which from nothing did begin , Is worse then nothing by the waight of sin : I see my selfe in such a wretched state , As neither thoughts conceiue , or words relate . How great a distance parts vs ? for in thee Is endlesse good , and boundlesse ill in mee . All creatures proue me abiect , but how low , Thou onely know'st , and teachest me to know : To paint this basenesse , Nature is too base ; This darknesse yeelds not but to beames of grace . Where shall I then this piercing splendor find ? Or found , how shall it guide me being blind ? Grace is a taste of blisse , a glorious gift , Which can the soule to heau'nly comforts lift . It will not shine to me whose mind is drown'd In sorrowes , and with worldly troubles bound . It will not daigne within that house to dwell , Where drinesse raignes , and proud distractions swell ▪ Perhaps it sought me in those lightsome dayes Of my first feruour , when few winds did raise The waues , and ere they could full strength obtaine , Some whisp'ring gale straight charm'd them downe again ▪ When all seem'd calme , & yet the Virgins child , On my deuotions in his manger smild ; While then I simply walkt , nor heed could take , Of complacence , that slye deceitfull Snake ; When yet I had not dang'rously refus'd So many calls to vertue , nor abus'd The spring of life , which I so oft enioy'd , Nor made so many good intentions voyd , Deseruing thus that grace should quite depart , And dreadfull hardnesse should possesse my heart : Yet in that state this onely good I found , That fewer spots did then my conscience wound , Though who can censure , whether in those times , The want of feeling seem'd the want of crimes ? If solid vertues dwell not but in paine , I will not wish that golden age againe , Because it flow'd with sensible delights Of heauenly things : God hath created nights As well as dayes , to decke the varied Globe ; Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe Of desolation , as in white attire , Which better fits the bright celestiall Quire . Some in foule seasons perish through despaire , But more through boldnesse when the daies are faire . This then must be the med'cine for my woes , To yeeld to what my Sauiour shall dispose : To glory in my basenesse , to reioyce In mine afflictions , to obey his voyce , As well when threatnings my defects reproue , As when I cherisht am with words of loue , To say to him in eu'ry time and place , Withdraw thy comforts , so thou leaue thy grace .
In spirituall comfort . ENough delight , O mine eternall good ! I feare to perish in this fiery flood : And doubt , lest beames of such a glorious light Should rather blind me , then extend my sight : For how dare mortals here their thoughts erect To taste those ioyes , which they in heau'n expect ? But God inuites them in his boundlesse loue , And lifts their heauy minds to things aboue . Who would not follow such a pow'rfull guide Immid'st of flames , or through the raging tide ? What carelesse soule will not admire the grace Of such a Lord , who knowes the dang'rous place In which his seruants liue ; their natiue woes , Their weake defence , and fury of their foes : And casting downe to earth these golden chaines , From hels steepe brinke their sliding steps restraines ? His deare affection flies with wings of haste ; He will not stay till this short life be past : But in this vale where teares of griefe abound , He oft with teares of ioy his friends hath drown'd . Man , what desir'st thou ? wouldst thou purchase health ▪ Great honour , perfect pleasure , peace and wealth ? All these are here , and in their glory raigne : In other things these names are false and vaine . True wisdome bids vs to this banquet haste , That precious Nectar may renew the taste Of Edens dainties , by our parents lost For one poore Apple , which so deare would cost , That eu'ry man a double death should pay , But mercy comes the latter stroke to stay , And ( leauing mortall bodies to the knife Of Iustice ) striues to saue the better life . No sou'raigne med'cine can be halfe so good Against destruction , as this Angels food , This inward illustration , when it finds A seate in humble , and indiff'rent minds . If wretched men contemne a Sunne so bright , Dispos'd to stray , and stumble in the night , And seeke contentment where they oft haue knowne By deare experience , that there can be none . They would much more neglect their God , their end , If ought were found whereon they might depend , Within the compasse of the gen'rall frame : Or if some Sparkes of this Celestiall flame Had not ingrau'd this sentence in their brest : In him that made them is their onely rest .
An Act of Hope . SWeet Hope is soueraigne comfort of our life : Our Ioy in sorrow , and our Peace in strife : The Dame of Beggers , and the Queene of Kings : Can these delight in height of prosp'rous things , Without expecting still to keepe them sure ? Can those the weight of heauy wants endure , Vnlesse perswasion instant paine allay , Reseruing spirit for a better day ? Our God , who planted in his creatures brest , This stop on which the wheeles of passion rest , Hath rays'd by beames of his abundant grace , This strong affection to a higher place . It is the second vertue which attends That soule , whose motion to his sight ascends . Rest here , my mind , thou shalt no longer stay To gaze vpon these houses made of clay : Thou shalt not stoope to honours , or to lands , Nor golden balles , where sliding fortune stands : If no false colours draw thy steps amisse , Thou hast a Palace of eternall blisse , A Paradise from care , and feare exempt , An obiect worthy of the best attempt . Who would not for so rich a Country fight ? Who would not runne , that sees a goale so bright ? O thou who art our Author and our end , On whose large mercy , chaines of hope depend ; Lift me to thee by thy propitious hand : For lower I can find no place to stand .
Of Teares . BEhold what Riuers feeble nature spends , And melts vs into Seas at losse of friends : Their mortall state this Fountaine neuer dries , But fills the world with worlds of weeping eies . Man is a creature borne , and nurst in teares , He through his life the markes of sorrow beares ; And dying , thinkes he can no off'ring haue More fit then teares distilling on his graue . We must these floods to larger bounds extend ; Such streames require a high and noble end . As waters in a chrystall Orbe contain'd Aboue the starry Firmament , are chain'd To coole the fury of those raging flames , Which eu'ry lower Spheare by motion frames : So this continuall Spring within thy head , Must quench the fires in other members bred . If to our Lord our Parents had been true , Our teares had been like drops of pleasing dew : But sinne hath made them full of bitter paines , Vntimely children of afflicted braines : Yet they are chang'd , when we our sinnes lament , To richer Pearles , then from the East are sent .
Of Sinne. WHat pensill shall I take , or where begin To paint the vgly face of odious sinne ? Man sinning oft , though pardon'd oft , exceeds The falling Angels in malicious deeds : When we in words would tell the sinners shame , To call him Diuell is too faire a name . Should we for euer in the Chaos dwell , Or in the lothsome depth of gaping hell : We there no foule and darksome formes shall find Sufficient to describe a guilty mind . Search through the world , we shall not know a thing , Which may to reasons eye more horrour bring , Then disobedience to the highest cause , And obstinate auersion from his Lawes . The sinner will destroy God , if he can . O what hath God deseru'd of thee , poore man , That thou should'st boldly striue to pull him downe From his high Throne , and take away his Crowne ? What blindnesse moues thee to vnequall fight ? ●ee how thy fellow creatures scorne thy might , Yet thou prouok'st thy Lord , as much too great , As thou too weake for his Imperiall seate . Behold a silly wretch distracted quite , Extending towards God his feeble spite , And by his poys'nous breath his hopes are faire To blast the skies , as it corrupts the aire . Vpon the other side thou mayst perceiue A mild Commander , to whose Army cleaue The sparkling Starres , and each of them desires To fall and drowne this Rebell in their fires . The Cloudes are ready this proud Foe to tame , Full fraught with thunderbolts , and lightnings flame . The Earth , his Mother , greedy of his doome , Expects to open her vnhappy wombe , That this degen'rate sonne may liue no more , So chang'd from that pure man , whom first she bore . The sauage Beasts , whose names his Father gaue , To quell this pride , their Makers licence craue . The Fiends his Masters in this warlike way , Make sute to seaze him as their lawfull prey . No friends are left : then whither shall he flie ? To that offended King , who sits on high , Who hath deferr'd the battell , and restrain'd His souldiers like the winds in fetters chain'd : For let the Sinner leaue his hideous maske , God will as soone forgiue , as he shall aske .
Of the miserable state of Man . IS man , the best of creatures , growne the worst ? He once most blessed was , now most accurst : His whole felicity is endlesse strife , No peace , no satisfaction crownes his life ; No such delight as other creatures take , Which their desires can free , and happy make : Our appetites , which seeke for pleasing good , Haue oft their wane and full ; their ebbe and sloud ; Their calme and stormes : the neuer-constant Moone , The Seas , and nimble winds not halfe so soone Incline to change , while all our pleasure rests In things which vary , like our wau'ring brests . He who desires that wealth his life may blesse , Like to a Iayler , counts it good successe , To haue more pris'ners , which increase his care ; The more his goods , the more his dangers are : This Sayler sees his ship about to drowne , And he takes in more wares to presse it downe . Vaine honour is a play of diuers parts , Where fained words and gestures please our hearts ; The slatt'red audience are the Actors friends ; But lose that Title when the Fable ends . The faire desire that others should behold , Their clay well featur'd , their well temperd mould Ambitious mortals make their chiefe pretence , To be the obiects of delighted sense : Yet oft the shape , and hue of basest things , More admiration moues , more pleasure brings . Why should we glory to be counted strong ? This is the praise of Beasts , the pow'r of wrong : And if the strength of many were inclos'd Within one brest , yet when it is oppos'd Against that force ▪ which Art or Nature frame , It melts like waxe before the scorching flame . We cannot in these outward things be blest ; For we are sure to lose them ; and the best Of these contentments no such comfort beares , As may waigh equall with the doubts and feares , Which fixe our minds on that vncertaine day , When these shall faile , most certaine to decay . From length of life no happinesse can come , But what the guilty feele , who after doome Are to the lothsome prison sent againe , And there must stay to die with longer paine . No earthly gift lasts after death , but Fame ; This gouernes men more carefull of their name , Then of their soules , which their vngodly taste Dissolues to nothing , and shall proue at last Faire worse then nothing : Prayses come too late , When man is not , or is in wretched state . But these are ends which draw the meanest hearts : Let vs search deepe and trie our better parts : O knowledge , if a heau'n on earth could be , I would expect to reape that blisse in thee : But thou art blind , and they that haue thy light , More clearely know , they liue in darksome night . See , man , thy stripes at schoole , thy paines abroad , Thy watching , and thy palenesse well bestow'd : These feeble helpes can Scholers neuer bring To perfect knowledge of the plainest thing : And some to such a height of learning grow , They die perswaded , that they nothing know . In vaine swift houres spent in deepe study slide , Vnlesse the purchast doctrine curbe our pride . The soule perswaded , that no fading loue Can equall her imbraces , seekes aboue : And now aspiring to a higher place , Is glad that all her comforts here are base :
Of Sicknesse . THe end of Sicknesse , Health or Death declare The cause as happy , as the sequels are . Vaine mortals , while they striue their sense to please ▪ Endure a life worse then the worst disease : When sports and ryots of the restlesse night , Breede dayes as thicke possest with fenny light : 〈◊〉 oft haue these ( compell'd by wholsome paine ) Return'd to sucke sweet Natures brest againe , And then could in a narrow compasse find Strength for the body , clearenesse in the mind ? And if Death come , it is not he , whose dart , Whose scalpe and bones afflict the trembling heart : ( As if the Painters with new art would striue For feare of Bugs , to keepe poore men aliue ) But one , who from thy mothers wombe hath been Thy friend and strict companion , though vnseene , To leade thee in the right appointed way , And crowne thy labours at the conqu'ring day . Vngratefull men , why doe you sicknesse loath , Which blessings giue in Heau'n , or Earth , or both ?
Of true Liberty . HE that from dust of worldly tumults flies , May boldly open his vndazled eyes , To reade wise Natures booke , and with delight Surueyes the Plants by day , and starres by night . We need not trauaile , seeking wayes to blisse : He that desires contentment , cannot misse : No garden walles this precious flowre imbrace : It common growes in eu'ry desart place . Large scope of pleasure drownes vs like a flood , To rest in little , is our greatest good . Learne ye that clime the top of Fortunes wheele , That dang'rous state which ye disdaine to feele : Your highnesse puts your happinesse to flight , Your inward comforts fade with outward light , Vnlesse it be a blessing not to know This certaine truth ▪ left ye should pine for woe , To see inferiours so diuinely blest With freedome , and your selues with fetters prest , Ye sit like pris'ners barr'd with doores and chaines , And yet no care perpetuall care restraines . Ye striue to mixe your sad conceits with ioyes , By curious pictures ▪ and by glitt'ring toyes , While others are not hind'red from their ends , Delighting to conuerse with bookes or friends , And liuing thus retir'd , obtaine the pow'r To reigne as Kings , of euery sliding houre : They walke by Cynthiaes light , and lift their eyes To view the ord'red armies in the skies . The heau'ns they measure with imagin'd lines , And when the Northerne Hemisphere declines , New constellations in the South they find , Whose rising may refresh the studious mind . In these delights , though freedome shew more high : Few can to things aboue their thoughts apply . But who is he that cannot cast his looke On earth , and reade the beauty of that booke ? A bed of smiling flow'rs , a trickling Spring , A swelling Riuer , more contentment bring , Then can be shadow'd by the best of Art : Thus still the poore man hath the better part .
Against inordinate loue of Creatures . AH ! who would loue a creature ? who would place His heart , his treasure in a thing so base ? Which time consuming , like a Moth destroyes , And stealing death will rob him of his ioyes . Why life we not our minds aboue this dust ? Haue we not yet perceiu'd that God is iust , And hath ordain'd the obiects of our loue To be our scourges , when we wanton proue ? Go , carelesse man , in vaine delights proceed , Thy fansies , and thine outward senses feede , And bind thy selfe , thy fellow-seruants thrall : Loue one too much , thou art a slaue to all . Consider when thou follow'st seeming good , And drown'st thy selfe too deepe in flein and blood , Thou making sute to dwell with woes and feares , Art sworne their souldier in the vale of teares : The bread of sorrow shall be thy repast , Expect not Eden in a thorny waste , Where grow no faire trees , no smooth riuers swell , Here onely losses and afflictions dwell . These thou bewayl'st with a repining voyce , Yet knew'st before that mortall was thy choyse . Admirers of false pleasures must sustaine The waight and sharpenesse of insuing paine .
Against abused Loue . SHall I stand still , and see the world on fire , While wanton Writers ioyne in one desire , To blow the coales of Loue , and make them burne , Till they consume , or to the Chaos turne This beautious frame by them so foully rent ? That wise men feare , lest they those flames preuent , Which for the latest day th' Almightie keepes In orbes of fire , or in the hellish deepes . Best wits , while they possest with fury , thinke They taste the Muses sober Well , and drinke Of Phabus Goblet ( now a starry signe ) Mistake the Cup , and write in heat of wine . Then let my cold hand here some water cast , And drown their warmth , with drops of sweeter taste , Mine angry lines shall whip the purblind Page . And some will reade them in a chaster age ; But since true loue is most diuine , I know , How can I fight with loue , and call it so ? Is it not Loue ? It was not now : ( O strange ! ) Time and ill custome , workers of all change , Haue made it loue , men oft impose not names By Adams rule , but what their passion frames . And since our Childhood taught vs to approue Our Fathers words , we yeeld and call it loue . Examples of past times our deeds should sway ; But we must speake the language of to day : Vse hath no bounds , it may prophane once more The name of God , which first an Idoll bore . How many titles fit for meaner groomes , Are knighted now , and marshal d in high roomes ! And many which once good , and great were thought , Posterity , to vice and basenesse brought , As it hath this of loue , and we must bow , As States vsurping Tyrants raignes allow , And after ages reckon by their yeeres : Such force Possession , though iniurious , beares : Or as a wrongfull title , or foule crime Made lawfull by a Statute for the time , With reu'rend estimation blindes our eies , And is call'd iust , in spight of all the wise . Then heau'nly loue , this loathed name forsake , And some of thy more glorious titles take : Sunne of the Soule , cleare beauty , liuing fire , Celestiall light , which dost pure hearts inspire , While Lust , thy Bastard brother , shal be knowne By loues wrong'd name that Louers may him owne . So oft with Hereticks such tearmes we vse , As they can brooke , not such as we would chuse : And since he takes the throne of Loue exil'd , In all our Letters he shall Loue be stil'd : But if true Loue vouchsafe againe his sight , No word of mine shall preiudice his right : So Kings by caution with their Rebels treate , As with free States , when they are growne too great . If common Drunkards onely can expresse To life the sad effects of their excesse : How can I write of Loue , who neuer felt His dreadfull arrow , nor did euer melt My heart away before a female flame , Like waxen statues , which the witches frame ? I must confesse if I knew one that had Bene poyson'd with this deadly draught , and mad , And afterward in Bedlem well reclaym'd To perfect sence , and in his wits not maym'd : I would the feruour of my Muse restraine , And let this subiect for his taske remaine : But aged wand'rers sooner will declare Their Eleusinian rites , then Louers dare Renounce the Deuils pompe , and Christians die : So much preuailes a painted Idols eye . Then since of them like Iewes we can conuert Scarce one in many yeeres , their iust desert , By selfe confession , neuer can appeare ; But on presumptions wee proceed , and there The Iudges innocence most credit winnes : ●iue men trie theeues , and Saints describe foule sinnes . This Monster loue by day , and lust by night , 〈◊〉 full of burning fire , but voyde of light , Left here on earth to keepe poore mortals out Of errour , who of Hell-fire else would doubt . Such is that wandring nightly flame , which leades Th'vn wary passenger , vntill he treades His last step on the steepe and craggy walles Of some high mountaine , whence he headlong falles . A vapor first extracted from the Stewes , ( Which with new fewell still the lampe renewes ) And with a Pandars sulph'rous breath inflam'd , Became a Meteor , for destruction fram'd , Like some prodigious Comet which foretells Disasters to the Realme on which it dwells . And now hath this false light preuail'd so farre That most obserue , it is a fixed starre , Yea as their load starre , by whose beames impure , They guide their ships , in courses not secure , Be witcht and daz'led with the glaring sight Of this proud Fiend , attir'd in Angels light , Who still delights his darksome smoke to turne To rayes , which seeme t' enlighten , not to burne : He leades them to the tree , and they beleeue The fruite is sweete , so he deluded Eue. But when they once haue tasted of the feasts , They quench that sparke , which seuers men from beas●● ▪ And feele effects of our first Parents fall Depriu'd of reason , and to sence made thrall . Thus is the miserable Louer bound With fancies , and in fond affection drown'd . In him no faculty of man is seene , But when he sighes a Sonnet to his Queene : This makes him more then man , a Poet fit For such false Poets , as make passion wit . Who lookes within an emptie caske , may see , Where once a soule was , and againe may be , Which by this diffrence from a Corse is knowne : One is in pow'r to haue life , both haue none : For Louers slipp'ry Soules ( as they confesse , Without extending racke , or straining presse ) By transmigration to their Mistresse flow : Pithagoras instructs his Schollers so , Who did for penance lustfull minds confine To leade a second life , in Goates , and Swine . Then Loue is death , and driues the soule to dwell In this betraying harbour , which like hell Giues neuer backe her bootie , and containes A thousand firebrands , whips , and restlesse paines : And which is worse , so bitter are those wheeles , That many hells at once , the Louer feeles , And hath his heart dissected into parts , That it may meere with other double harts . This loue stands neuer sure , it wants a ground , It makes no ordred course , it findes no bound , It aymes at nothing , it no comfort tastes , But while the pleasure , and the passion lasts . Yet there are flames , which two hearts one can make ; Not forth ' affections , but the obiects sake ▪ That burning glasse , where beames disperst incline Vnto a point , and shoot forth in a line . This noble Loue hath Axeltree , and Poles Wherein it moues , and gets eternall goales : These reuolutions , like the heau'nly Spheres , Make all the periods equall as the yeeres : And when this time of motion finisht is , It ends with that great Yeere of endlesse blisse .
A description of Loue . LOue is a Region full of fires , And burning with extreme desires , An obiect seekes , of which possest , The wheeles are fixt , the motions rest , The flames in ashes lie opprest : This Meteor striuing high to rise , ( The fewell spent ) falles downe and dies . Much sweeter , and more pure delights Are drawne from faire alluring sights , When rauisht minds attempt to praise Commanding eyes , like heau'nly rayes ; Whose force the gentle heart obayes : Then where the end of this pretence Descends to base inferiour sense . Why then should Louers ( most will say ) Expect so much th' enioying day ? Loue is like youth , he thirsts for age , He scornes to be his Mothers Page : But when proceeding times asswage The former heate , he will complaine , And wish those pleasant houres againe . We know that Hope and Loue are twinnes ; Hope gone , Fruition now beginnes : But what is this ? vnconstant , fraile , In nothing sure , but sure to faile : Which , if we lose it , we bewaile ; And when we haue it , still we beare The worst of passions , daily Feare . When Loue thus in his Center ends , Desire and Hope , his inward friends Are shaken off : while Doubt and Griefe , The weakest giuers of reliefe , Stand in his councell as the chiefe : And now he to his period brought , From Loue becomes some other thought . These lines I write not , to remoue Vnited soules from serious loue : The best attempts by mortals made , Reflect on things which quickly fade ; Yet neuer will I men perswade To leaue affections , where may shine Impressions of the Loue diuine .
The Shepherdesse . A Shepherdesse , who long had kept her flocks On stony Charnwoods dry and barren rocks , In heate of Summer to the vales declin'd , To seeke fresh pasture for her Lambes halfe pin'd . She ( while her charge was feeding ) spent the houres To gaze on sliding Brookes , and smiling flowres . Thus hauing largely stray'd , she lifts her sight , And viewes a Palace full of glorious light . She finds the entrance open , and as bold As Countrey Maids , that would the Court behold , She makes an offer , yet againe she stayes , And dares not dally with those Sunny rayes . Here lay a Nymph , of beauty most diuine , Whose happy presence caus'd the house to shine ; Who much conuerst with mortals , and could know No honour truly high , that scornes the low : For she had oft been present , though vnseene , Among the Shepherds daughters on the Greene , Where cu'ry homebred Swaine desires to proue His Oaten Pipe , and Feet before his Loue , And crownes the cu'ning , when the daies are long , With some plaine Dance , or with a Rurall song . Nor were the women nice to hold this sport , And please their Louers in a modest sort . There that sweet Nymph had seene this Countrey Dame For singing crown'd , whence grew a world of fame Among the Sheepecotes , which in her reioyce , And know no better pleasure then her voyce . The glitt'ring Ladies gather'd in a ring , Intreate the silly Shepherdesse to sing : She blusht and sung , while they with words of praise , Contend her songs aboue their worth to raise . Thus being chear'd with many courteous signes , She takes her leaue , for now the Sunne declines , And hauing driuen home her flocks againe , She meets her Loue , a simple Shepherd Swaine ; Yet in the Plaines he had a Poets name : For he could Roundelayes and Carols frame , Which , when his Mistresse sung along the Downes , Was thought celestiall Musick by the Clownes . Of him she begs , that he would raise his mind To paint this Lady , whom she found so kind : You oft ( saith she ) haue in our homely Bow'rs Discours'd of Demi-gods and greater pow'rs : For you with Hesiode sleeping learnt to know The race diuine from heau'n to earth below . My Deare ( said he ) the Nymph whom thou hast seene , Most happy is of all that liue betweene This Globe and Cynthia , and in high estate , Of wealth and beauty hath an equall mate , Whose loue hath drawne vncessant teares in floods , From Nymphs , that haunt the waters and the woods . Of Iris to the ground hath bent her bow To steale a kisse , and then away to goe : Yet all in vaine , he no affection knowes But to this Goddesse , whom at first he chose : Him she enioyes in mutuall bonds of loue : Two hearts are taught in one small point to moue . Her Father high in honour and descent , Commands the Syluans on the Northside Trent . He at this time for pleasure and retreate , Comes downe from Beluoir his ascending seate , To which great Pan had lately honour done : For there he lay , so did his hopefull Sonne . But when this Lord by his accesse desires To grace our Dales , he to a house retires , Whose walles are water'd with our siluer Brookes , And makes the Shepherds proud to view his lookes . There in that blessed house you also saw His Lady , whose admired vertues draw All hearts to loue her , and all tongues inuite To praise that ayre where she vouchsafes her light . And for thy further ioy thine eyes were blest , To see another Lady , in whose brest True Wisedome hath with Bounty equall place , As Modesty with Beauty in her face . She found me singing Floraes natiue dowres , And made me sing before the heau'nly pow'rs : For which great fauour , till my voice be done , I sing of her , and her thrice-noble sonne .
On the Anniuersary day of his Maiesties reigne ouer England , March the 24. written at the beginning of his twentieth yeere . THe world to morrow celebrates with mirth The ioyfull peace betweene the heau'n & earth : To day let Britaine praise that rising light , Whose titles her diuided parts vnite . The time since safety triumph'd ouer feare , Is now extended to the twenti'th yeere . Thou happy yeere with perfect number blest , O slide as smooth and gentle as the rest : That when the Sunne dispersing from his head , The clouds of Winter on his beauty spred , Shall see his Equinoctiall point againe , And melt his dusky maske to fruitfull raine , He may be loth our Climate to forsake , And thence a patterne of such glory take , That he would leaue the Zodiake , and desire To dwell foreuer with our Northerne fire .
A thanksgiuing for the deliuerance of our Soueraigne , King Iames , from a dangerous accident , Ianuary 8. O Gracious Maker , on whose smiles or frownes Depends the Fate of Scepters and of Crownes Whose hand not onely holds the hearts of Kings , But all their steps are shadow'd with thy wings . To thee immortall thanks three Sisters giue , For sauing him , by whose deare life they liue . First , England crown'd with Roses of the Spring , An off'ring like to Abels gift will bring : And vowes that she for thee alone will keepe Her fattest Lambes , and Fleeces of her sheepe . Next , Scotland triumphs , that she bore and bred This Iles delight , and wearing on her head A wreath of Lillies gather'd in the field , Presents the Min'rals which her mountaines yeeld . Last , Ireland like Terpsichore attir'd With neuer-fading Lawrell , and inspir'd By true Apollos heat , a Paean sings , And kindles zealous flames with siluer strings . This day a sacrifice of praise requires , Our brests are Altars , and our ioyes are fires . That sacred Head , so oft , so strangely blest From bloody plots , was now ( O feare ! ) deprest Beneath the water , and those Sunlike beames Were threat'ned to be quencht in narrow streames . Ah! who dare thinke , or can indure to heare Of those sad dangers , which then seem'd so neare ? What Pan would haue preferu'd our flocks increase From Wolues ? What Hermes could with words of peace , Cause whetted swords to fall from angry hands , And shine the Starre of calmes in Christian Lands ? But Thou , whose Eye to hidden depths extends , To shew that he was made for glorious ends , Hast rays'd him by thine All-commanding arme , Not onely safe from death , but free from harme .
To his late Maiesly , concerning the true forme of English Poetry . GReat King , the Sou'raigne Ruler of this Land , By whose graue care , our hopes securely stand : Since you descending from that spacious reach , Vouchsafe to be our Master , and to teach Your English Poets to direct their lines , To mixe their colours , and expresse their signes . Forgiue my boldnesse , that I here present The life of Muses yeelding true content In ponder'd numbers , which with ease I try'd , When your iudicious rules haue been my guide . He makes sweet Musick , who in serious lines , Light dancing tunes , and heauy prose declines : When verses like a milky torrent flow , They equall temper in the Poet show . He paints true formes , who with a modest heart , Giues lustre to his worke , yet couers Art . Vneuen swelling is no way to fa●●● , But solid ioyning of the perfect frame : So that no curious finger there can find The former chinkes , or nailes that fastly bind . Yet most would haue the knots of stitches seene , And holes where men may thrust their hands between . On halting feet the ragged Poem goes With Accents , neither fitting Verse nor Prose : The stile mine care with more contentment fills In Lawyers pleadings , or Phisicians bills . For though in termes of Art their skill they close , And ioy in darksome words as well as those : They yet haue perfect sense more pure and cleare Then enuious Muses , which sad Garlands weare Of dusky clouds , their strange conceits to hide From humane eyes : and ( lest they should be spi'd By some sharpe Oedipus ) the English Tongue For this their poore ambition suffers wrong . In eu'ry Language now in Europe spoke By Nations which the Roman Empire broke , The rellish of the Muse consists in rime , One verse must meete another like a chime . Our Saxon shortnesse hath peculiar grace In choise of words , fit for the ending place , Which leaue impression in the mind as well As closing sounds , of some delightfull bell : These must not be with disproportion lame , Nor should an Eccho still repeate the same . In many changes these may be exprest : But those that ioyne most simply , run the best : Their forme surpassing farre the fetter'd staues , Vaine care , and needlesse repetition saues . These outward ashes keepe those inward fires , Whose heate the Greeke and Roman works inspires : Pure phrase , fit Epithets , a sober care Of Metaphors , descriptions cleare , yet rare , Similitudes contracted smooth and round , Not vext by learning , but with Nature crown'd . Strong figures drawne from deepe inuentions springs , Consisting lesse in words , and more in things : A language not affecting ancient times , Nor Latine shreds , by which the Pedant climes : A noble subiect which the mind may lift To easie vse of that peculiar gift , Which Poets in their raptures hold most deare , When actions by the liuely sound appeare . Giue me such helpes , I neuer will despaire , But that our heads which sucke the freezing aire , As well as hotter braines , may verse adorne , And be their wonder , as we were their scorne .
To the glorious memory of our late Soueraigne Lord , King Iames. WEepe , O ye Nymphes : that from your caues may flow Those trickling drops , whence mighty riuers flow . Disclose your hidden store : let eu'ry Spring To this our Sea of griefe some tribute bring : And when ye once haue wept your Fountaines dry , The heau'n with showres will send a new supply . But if these cloudy treasures prooue too scant , Our teares shall helpe , when other moystures want . This I le , nay Europe , nay the World bewailes Our losse , with such a Streame as neuer failes . Abundant floods from eu'ry letter rise , When we pronounce great Iames , our Soueraigne dies . And while I write these words , I trembling stand , A sudden darkenesse hath possest the Land . I cannot now expresse my selfe by signes : All eyes are blinded , none can reade my lines ; Till Charles ascending , driues away the night , And in his splendour giues my Verses light . Thus by the beames of his succeeding flame , I shall describe his Fathers boundlesse Fame . The Grecian Emp'rours gloried to be borne , And nurst in Purple , by their Parents worne . See here a King , whose birth together twines The Britan , English , Norman , Scottish lines : How like a Princely Throne his Cradle stands ; White Diadems become his swathing bands . His glory now makes all the Earth his Tombe , But enuious Fiends would in his Mothers wombe Interre his rising greatnesse , and contend Against the Babe , whom heau'nly troopes defend , And giue such vigour in his childhoods-state , That he can strangle Snakes , which swell with hate . This conquest his vndaunted brest declares In Seas of danger , in a world of cares : Yet neither cares oppresse his constant mind , Nor dangers drowne his life for age design'd . The Muses leaue their sweet Castalian Springs In forme of Bees , extending silken wings Wi●h gentle sounds , to keepe this Infant still , While they his mouth with pleasing hony fill . Hence those large Streames of Eloquence proceed , Which in the hearers strange amazement breed ; When laying by his Scepters and his Swords , He melts their hearts with his mellifluous words . So Hercules in ancient ●ictures fain'd , Could draw whole Nations to his tongue enchain'd . He first considers in his tender age , How God hath rays'd him on this earthly Stage , To act a part , expos'd to eu'ry eye : With Salomon he therefore striues to flie To him that gaue this Greatnesse , and demands The precious gift of Wisdome from his hands : While God delighted with this iust request , Not onely him , with wondrous Prudence blest , But promis'd higher glories , new encrease Of Kingdomes circled with a Ring of Peace . He thus instructed by diuine commands , Extends this peacefull line to other Lands . When warres are threaten'd by shril Trumpets sounds , His Oliue stancheth bloud , and binds vp wounds . The Christian World this good from him deriues , That thousands had vntimely spent their liues , If not preseru'd by lustre of his Crowne : Which calm'd the stormes , & layd the billowes down : And dimm'd the glory of that Roman wreath By souldiers gain'd for sauing men from death . This Denmarke felt , and Swethland , when their strife Ascended to such height , that losse of life Was counted nothing : for the dayly sight Of dying men made Death no more then night . Behold , two potent Princes deepe engag'd In seu'rall int'rests , mutually enrag'd By former conflicts : yet they downe will lay Their swords , when his aduice directs the way . The Northerne Climates from dissention barr'd , Receiue new ioyes by his discreete award . When Momus could among the Godlike-Kings , Infect with poyson those immortall Springs Which flow with Nectar ; and such gall would cast , As spoyles the sweetnesse of Ambrosiaes taste ; This mighty Lord , as Ruler of the Quire , With peacefull counsels quencht the rising fire . The Austrian Arch-duke , and Batauian State , By his endeuours , change their long-bred hate For twelue yeeres truce : this rest to him they owe As Belgian Shepherds , and poore Ploughmen know . The Muscouites opprest with neighbours , flie To safe protection of his watchfull eye . And Germany his ready succours tries , When sad contentions in the Empire rise . His mild instinct all Christians thus discerne : But Christs malignant foes shall find him sterne . What care , what charge he suffers to preuent , Lest Infidels their number should augment , His ships restraine the Pirates bloody workes ; And Poland gaines his ayde against the Turkes . His pow'rfull Edicts stretcht beyond the Line , Among the Indians seu'rall bounds designe ; By which his subiects may exalt his Throne , And strangers keepe themselues within their owne . This Ile was made the Sunnes ecliptick way ; For here our Phoebus still vouchsaf'd to stay : And from this blessed place of his retreat , In diff'rent Zones distinguisht cold and heate , Sent light or darknesse , and by his Commands Appointed limits to the Seas and Lands , Who would imagine , that a Prince employ'd In such affaires , could euer haue enioy'd Those houres , which drawne from pleasure , and from rest , To purchase precious knowledge were addrest ? And yet in learning he was knowne t' exceed Most , whom our houses of the Muses breed . Ye English Sisters , Nurses of the Arts , Vnpartiall Iudges of his better parts ; Raise vp your wings , and to the world declare His solid Iudgement , his Inuention rare , His ready Elocution , which ye found In deepest matters , that your Schooles propound . It is sufficient for my creeping Verse , His care of English Language to rehearse . He leades the lawlesse Poets of our times , To smoother cadence , to exacter Rimes : He knew it was the proper worke of Kings , To keepe proportion , eu'n in smallest things . He with no higher titles can be styl'd , When Seruants name him lib'rall , Subiects , Mild. Of Antonines faire time the Romans tell , No bubbles of ambition then could swell To forraine warres ; nor ease bred ciuill strife : Nor any of the Senate lost his life . Our King preserues for two and twenty yeeres , This Realme from inward and from outward feares . All English Peeres escape the deadly stroke , Though some with crimes his anger durst prouoke . He was seuere in wrongs , which others felt ; But in his owne , his heart would quickly melt . For then ( like God , from whom his glories flow ) He makes his Mercy swift , his Iustice slow . He neuer would our gen'rall ioy forget , When on his sacred brow the Crowne was set ; And therefore striues to make his Kingdome great , By fixing here his Heires perpetuall Seate : Which eu'ry firme and loyall heart desires , May last as long as heau'n hath starry fires . Continued blisse from him this Land receiues , When leauing vs , to vs his Sonne he leaues , Our hope , our ioy , our treasure : Charles our King , Whose entrance in my next attempt I sing .
A Panegyrick at the Coronation of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles . AVrora come : why should thine enuious stay Deferre the ioyes of this expected day ? Will not thy master let his horses runne , Because he feares to meete another Sunne ? Or hath our Northerne Starre so dimm'd thine eyes , Thou knowst not where ( at East or West ) to rise ? Make haste , for if thou shalt denie thy light ; His glitt'ring Crowne will driue away the night . Debarre not curious Phoebus , who desires To guild all glorious obiects with his fires . And could his beames lay open peoples harts , As well as he can view their outward parts ; He heere should find a triumph , such as he Hath neuer seene , perhaps shall neuer see . Shine forth , great Charles , accept our loyall words , Throw from your pleasing eies those conqu'ring swords , That when vpon your Name our voyces call , The Birds may feele our thund'ring noise , and fall : Soft Ayre rebounding in a circled ring , Shall to the Gates of Heau'n our wishes bring : For vowes , which with so strong affection flie From many lips , will doubtlesse pierce the skie : And God ( who knowes the secrets of our minds , When in our brests he these two vertues finds , Sincerity and Concord , ioyn'd in pray'r For him , whom Nature made vndoubted Heyre Of three faire Kingdoms ) will his Angels send With blessings from his Throne this pompe t' attend Faire Citty , Englands Gemme , the Queene of Trade , By sad infection lately desart made : Cast off thy mourning robes , forget thy teares , Thy cleare and healthfull iupiter appeares : Pale Death , who had thy silent streets possest , And some foule dampe , or angry Planet prest To work his rage , now from th' Almighties will Receiues command to hold his Iauelin still . But since my Muse pretends to tune a song Fit for this day , and fit t' inspire this throng ; Whence shall I kindle such immortall fires ? From Ioyes or Hopes , from Prayses or Desires ? To prayse him , would require an endlesse wheele ; Yet nothing told but what we see and feele . A thousand tongues for him all gifts intreate In which Felicity may claime her seate : Large Honour , happy Conquest , boundlesse Wealth , Long Life , sweete Children , vnafflicted Health : But chiefely , we esteeme that precious thing ( Of which already we behold the Spring ) Directing Wisdome ; and we now presage How high that vertue will ascend in age . In him , our certaine confidence vnites All former worthy Princes spreading lights ; And addes his glorious Father to the summe : From ancient times no greater Name can come . Our hopefull King thus to his Subiects shines , And reades in faithfull hearts these zealous lines ; This is our Countries Father , this is Hee In whome we liue , and could not liue so free , Were we not vnder him ; his watchfull care Preuents our dangers : how shall we declare Our thankfull minds , but by the humble gift Of firme obedience , which to him we lift ? As he is Gods true Image choicely wrought , And for our ioy to these Dominions brought : So must we imitate celestiall bands , Which grudge not to performe diuine commands . His brest transparent like a liquid flood , Discouers his aduice for publike good : But if we iudge it by deceiuing fame , Like Semele , we thinke Ioues piercing flame No more , then common fire in ashes nurst , Till formelesse fancies in their errors burst . Shall we discusse his counsels ? We are blest Who know our blisse , and in his iudgement rest .
Of the Princes iourney . THe happy ship that carries from the Land Great Britaines ioy , before she knowes her losse , Is rul'd by him , who can the waues command . No enuious stormes a quiet passage crosse : See how the water smiles , the winde breathes faire , The cloudes restraine their frownes , their sighes , their teares , As if the Musicke of the whisp'ring ayre Should tell the Sea what precious weight it beares . A thousand vowes and wishes driue the sayles With gales of safety to the Neustrian shore . The Ocean trusted with this pledge , bewailes That it such wealth must to the Earth restore : Then France receiuing with a deare imbrace This Northerne Starre , though clouded and disguis'd , Beholds some hidden vertue in his face , And knowes he is a Iewell highly priz'd . Yet there no pleasing sights can make him stay ; For like a Riuer sliding to the Maine , He hastes to find the period of his way , And drawne by loue , drawes all our hearts to Spaine ▪
Of the Princes departure and returne . WHen Charles from vs withdrawes his glorious light , The Sunne desires his absence to supply : And that we may nothing in darknesse lie , He striues to free the North from dreadfull night . Yet we to Phoebus scarce erect our sight , But all our lookes , our thoughts to Charles apply , And in the best delights of life we die , Till he returne , and make this Climate bright . Now he ascends and giues Apollo leaue To driue his Horses to the lower part , We by his presence like content receiue , As when fresh spirits aide the fainting heart . Rest here ( great Charles ) and shine to vs alone , For other Starres are common ; Charles our owne .
Of the Princes most happy returne . OVr Charles , whose Horses neuer quencht the●● heate , In cooling waues of Neptunes watry seate : Whose starry Chariot in the spangled night , Was still the pleasing obiect of our sight : This glory of the North hath lately runne A course as round , and certaine as the Sunne : He to the South inclining halfe the yeere , Now at our Tropike will againe appeare . He made his setting in the Westerne streames , Where weary Phoebus dips his fading beames : But in this morning our erected eyes Become so happy as to see him rise . We shall not euer in the shadow stay , His absence was to bring a longer day ; That hauing felt how darknesse can affright , We may with more content embrace the light , And call to mind , how eu'ry soule with paine Sent forth her throwes to fetch him home againe : For want of him we wither'd in the Spring , But his returne shall life in Winter bring : The Plants , which , when he went , were growing greene , Retaine their former Liu'ries to be seene , When he reuiewes them : his expected eye Preseru'd their beauty , ready oft to die . What tongue ? what hand can to the life display The glorious ioy of this triumphant day ? When England crown'd with many thousand fires , Receiues the scope of all her best desires . She at his sight , as with an Earthquake swells , And strikes the Heau'n with sound of trembling bells . The vocall Goddesse leauing desart woods , Slides downe the vales , and dancing on the floods , Obserues our words , and with repeating noise Contends to double our abundant ioyes . The Worlds cleare eye is iealous of his name , He sees this He like one continuall flame , And feares lest Earth a brighter Starre should breed , Which might vpon his meate the vapours feed . We maruell not , that in his Fathers Land So many signes of loue and seruice stand : Behold how Spaine retaines in eu'ry place Some bright reflection of his chearefull face ; Madrid , where first his splendor he displayes , And driues away the Clouds that dimm'd his rayes , Her ioyes into a world of formes doth bring , Yet none contents her , while that potent King , Who rules so farre , till now could neuer find His Realmes and wealth too little for his mind . No words of welcome can such Planets greete , Where in one house they by coniunction meete . Their sacred concord runnes through many Signes , And to the Zodiakes better portion shines : But in the Virgin they are seene most farre , And in the Lyons heart the Kingly Starre . When toward vs our Prince his iourney moues , And feeles attraction of his seruants loues , When ( hauing open brests of strangers knowne ) He hastes to gather tribute of his owne , The ioyfull neighbours all his passage fill With noble Trophees of his might and skill , In conqu'ring mens affections with his darts , Which deepely fixt in many rauisht hearts , Are like the starry chaines , whose blazes play In knots of light along the milkey way . He heares the newes of his approaching Fleet , And will his Nauy see , his Seruants greet ; Thence to the Land returning in his Barge , The waues leape high , as proud of such a Charge ; The night makes speed to see him , and preuents The slouthfull twilight , casting duskie tents On roring Streames , which might all men dismay , But him , to whose cleare soule the night is day . The pressing windes with their officious strife , Had caus'd a tumult dang'rous to his life . But their Commander checks them , and restraines Their hasty feruour in accustom'd chaines : This perill ( which with feare our words decline ) Was then permitted by the hand Diuine , That good euent might prooue his person deare ●o heau'n , and needfull to the people here . When he resolues to crosse the watry maine , ●ee what a change his absence makes in Spaine ! The Earth turnes gray for griefe that she conceiues , Birds lose their tongues , and trees forsake their leaues . Now floods of teares expresse a sad farwell , Ambitious sayles as with his greatnesse swell , To him old Ner●us on his Dolphin rides , Presenting bridles to direct the Tides , He calles his daughters from their secret caues , Their snowy necks are seene aboue the waues ) And saith to them : Behold the onely Sonne Of that great Lord , about whose Kingdomes run Our liquid currents , which are made his owne , And with moyst Bulwarks guard his sacred Throne : See how his lookes delight , his gestures moue Admire and praise , yet flye from snares of loue : Not Thetes with her beauty and her dowre , Can draw this Peleus to her watry bowre , He loues a Nymph of high and heau'nly race , The eu'ning Sunne doth homage to her face . Hesperian Orchards yeeld her golden fruit , He tooke this iourney in that sweet pursuit . When thus their Father ends , the Nereids throw Their Garlands on this glorious Prince , and strow His way with Songs , in which the hopes appeare Of ioyes too great for humane eares to heare .
Vpon the anniuersary day of the Princes return October the fifth . WE now admire their doctrine , who mainta●●● The Worlds creation vnder Autumnes reig●● , When trees abound in fruit , Grapes swell with iuice , These meates are ready for the creatures vse : Old Time resolues to make a new suruay Of yeeres and ages from this happy day , Refusing those accounts which others bring , He crownes October , as of moneths the King . No more shall hoary Winter claime the place , And draw cold proofes from Ianus double face ; Nor shall the Ram , when Spring the earth adornes , Vnlocke the gate of heau'n with golden hornes : Dry Summer shall not of the Dog-starre boast ( Of angry constellations honour'd most , ) From whose strong heate Egyptians still begun , To marke the turning circle of the Sunne . Vertumnus , who hath Lordly power to change The Seasons , and can them in order range , Will from this Period fresh beginning take , Yet not so much for his Pomonaes sake , Who then is richly drest to please her Spouse , And with her Orchards treasure deckes her browes . ●t is our CHARLES , whose euer loued name , Hath made this point of heau'n increase in fame : Whose long-thought absence was so much deplor'd , ●n whom our hopes and all our fruits are stor'd . He now attaines the shore ( O blessed day ) And true Achates waites along his way , Our wise Anchises for his sonne prouides This chosen seruant , as the best of guides . A Princes glory cannot more depend Vpon his Crowne , then on a faithfull friend .
To the most illustrious Prince Charles , of the excellent vse of Poems . DIuine example of obedient heires , High in my hopes , and second in my prayers : True Image of your Father to the life , Whom Time desir'd , and Fates in iealous strife , With chearefull voices taught their wheeles to runne , That such a Father might haue such a Sonne ; Since God exalts you on this earthly Stage , And giues you wisedome farre aboue your age , To iudge of men , and of their actiue pow'rs : Let me lay downe the fruits of priuate houres Before your feet , you neuer will refuse This gift , which beares the title of a Muse . Among your serious thoughts , with noble care You cherish Poets , knowing that they are The Starres which light to famous actions giue , By whom the mem'ries of good Princes liue : You are their Prince in a peculiar kind , Because your Father hath their Art refin'd . And though these Priests of greatnesse quiet sit Amid'st the silent children of their wit , Without accesse of sutours , or dispatch Of high affaires , at which th' ambitious catch ; They are not idle , when their sight they rayse Beyond the present time to future daies ; And braue examples , sage instructions bring In pleasing verses , which our sonnes may sing . They oft erect their flight aboue the Land , When graue Vrania ioyning hand in hand With soft Thalia , mix their diff'rent strings , And by their musick make celestiall things ; More fit for humane eares , whose winding rounde Are easly fill'd with well digested sounds . Pale Enuy and dull Ignorance reproue This exercise , as onely apt for loue , Deuis'd t' allure the sense with curious Art : But not t' enrich the vnderstanding part . So might they say , The Sunne was onely fram'd To please the eye , and onely therefore nam'd The Eye of Heau'n , conceiuing not his wheele Of liuely heate , which lower bodies feele . Our Muses striue , that Common-wealths may be As well from barb'rous deedes , as Language free : The seu'rall sounds in harmony combin'd , Knit chaines of vertue in the hearers mind : And that he still may haue his teacher by With measur'd lines , we please his curious eye . We hold those works of Art , or Nature best , Where Orders steps most fully are exprest And therefore all those ciuill men that liue By Law and rule , will to our numbers giue The name of good , in which perfection rests ; And feele their strokes with sympathyzing brests . Not Oratours so much with flowing words , Can sway the hearts of men , and whet their swords : Or blunt them at their pleasure , as our straines , ( Whose larger Spheare the Orbe of prose containes ) Can mens affections lessen or increase , And guide their passions whisp'ring warre or peace ? Tyrtaeus by the vigour of his verse , Made Sparta conquer , while his lines reherse Her former glory , almost then subdude By stronger foes , and when the people rude Contend among themselues with mutuall wrongs , He tempers discord with his milder songs : This poore lame Poet hath an equall praise With Captaines , and with States men of his dayes : The Muses claime possession in those men , Who first aduentur'd with a nimble pen ; To paint their thoughts , in new inuented signes , And spoke of Natures workes in numbred lines : This happy Art , compar'd with plainer wayes , Was sooner borne , and not so soone decayes : She safer stands from times deuouring wrong , As better season'd to continue long ; But as the streames of time , still forward flow ; So Wits , more idle and distrustfull grow : They yeeld this Fort , and cowardly pretend Prose , is a castle easier to defend ; Nor was this change effected in a day , But with degrees , ●nd by a stealing way , They pull the Muses feathers one by one ; And are not seene , till both the wings be gone . If man inioying such a precious Mine , Esteem'd his nature almost made Diuine : When he beheld th' expression of his thought , To such a height , and Godlike glory brought : This change may well his fading ioy confound , To see it naked , creeping on the ground ; Yet in the lands that honour'd learnings name , Were alwayes some , that kept the vestall flame Of pow'rfull Verse , on whose increase or end , The periods of the soules chiefe raigne depend . Now in this Realme I see the golden age Returne to vs , whose comming shall asswage Distracting strife , and many hearts inspire , To gather fewell for this sacred fire : On which , if you , great Prince , your eyes will cast ; And like Fauonius , giue a gentle blast : The liuely flame shall neuer yeeld to death , But gaine immortall spirit by your breath .
To the Prince . IF eu'ry man a little world we name ? You are a World most like the greatest frame : Your loue of Learning spreads your glory farre , Lifts you to heau'n , and makes you there a Starre . In actiue sports , and formes of martiall deeds , Like Fire and Ayre your nimble courage breeds A rare amazement , and a sweet delight To Brittaines , who behold so deare a sight : Though higher Orbes such glorious signes containe , Doe not ( braue Prince ) this lower Globe disdaine . In pure and fruitfull water we may see Your minde from darkenesse cleare , in bounty free : And in the steddy resting of the ground , Your noble firmenesse to your friend is found : For you are still the same , and where you loue , No absence can your constant mind remoue . So goodnesse spreads it selfe with endlesse lines , And so the Light in distant places shines : He that aduentures of your worth to sing , Attempts in vaine , to paint a boundlesse thing .
An Epithalamium vpon the happy marriage of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles , and our gracious Lady Queene MARY . THe Ocean long contended ( but in vaine ) To part our shore from France . Let Neptune shake his mace , & swelling waues aduance : The former Vnion now returnes againe , This Isle shall once more kisse the Maine Ioyn'd with a flowry bridge of loue , on which the Graces dance . Leander here no dang'rous iourney takes , To touch his Heros hand : Our Hellespont with Ships becomes as firme as Land , When this sweete Nymph her place of birth forsakes , And England signes of welcome makes As many , as our gladsome coasts haue little graines of sand . That voyce , in which the Continent was blest , Now to this Iland calls The liuing Woods , and Rocks to frame new rising Walls : The moouing Hills salute this happy guest , The Riuers to her seruice prest , Seine into Thames , Garonne to Trent , and Loire to Seuerne falls . This Royall Payre , the Bridegroome and the Bride , With equall glory shine : Both full of sparkling light , both sprung from race diuine Their Princely Fathers , Europs highest pride , The Westerne World did sweetly guide : To them , as Fathers of their Realmes we golden Crownes assigne Great Henry neuer vanquisht in the field , Rebellious foes could tame . The Wisdome of our James bred terror in his Name : So that his proudest Aduersaries yeeld , Glad to be guarded with his shield , Where Peace with drops of heau'nly dew supprest Dissention flame ▪ Our Charles and Mary now their course prepare , Like those two greater Lights , Which God in midst of Heau'n exalted to our sights , To guide our footsteps with perpetuall care , Times happy changes to declare : The one affoords vs healthfull daies , the other quiet nights . See how the Planets , and each lesser fire Along the Zodiake glide , And in this stately traine their offices diuide ! No Starre remaines exempted from this Quire , But all are ioyn'd in one desire , To moue as these their wheeles shall turne , and rest where th●● abi●● What can these shouts and glit'tring showes portend , But neuer fading ioyes ? The Lords in rich attire , the people with their noyse , Expresse to what a height their hopes ascend , Which like a Circle haue no end : Their strength no furious tempests shake , nor creeping age destroye● On this foundation we expect to build The Towres of earthly blisse . Mirth shall attend on Health , and Peace shall plenty kisse : The Trees with fruite , with Flowres our Gardens fill'd , Sweete honey from the leaues distill'd , For now Astraeas raigne appeares to be a Tipe of this . O may our Children with their rauish't eyes A race of Sonnes behold , Whose birth shal change our Ir'n to Siluer , Brasse to Gold . Proceede white houres , that from this stocke may rise Victorious Kings , whom Fame shall prize More dearely , then all other names within her Booke enroll'd .
At the end of his Maiesties first yeere . Sonnet first . YOur Royall Father Iames , the Good and Great , Proclaim'd in March , when first we felt the Spring ▪ A World of blisse did to our Iland bring : And at his Death he made his yeeres compleate , Although three dayes he longer held his seate , Then from that houre when he reioyc'd to sing , Great Brittaine torne before , enioyes a King : Who can the periods of the Starres repeate ? The Sunne , who in his annuall circle takes A dayes full quadrant from th' ensuing yeere , Repayes it in foure yeeres , and equall makes The number of the dayes within his Spheare : Iames was our earthly Sunne , who call'd to Heau'n , Leaues you his Heire , to make all fractions eu'n .
Sonnet second . ABout the time when dayes are longer made , When nights are warmer , & the aire more cleare , When verdant leaues and fragrant flowers appeare ; Whose beauty winter had constrained to fade . About the time , when Gabriels words perswade The blessed Virgin to incline her care , And to conceyue that Sonne , whom she shall beare ; Whose death and rising driue away the shade . About this time , so oft , so highly blest By precious gifts of Nature and of Grace , First glorious Iames , the English Crowne possest : Then gracious Charles succeeded in his place . For him his subiects wish with hearty words , Both what this world , and what the next affords .
An Epithalamium to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham , and to his faire and vertuous Lady . SEuere and serious Muse Whose quill , the name of loue declines , Be not too nice , nor this deare worke refuse : Here Venus stirs no flame , nor cupid guides thy lines , But modest Hymen shakes his Torch , and chast Lucina shines . The Bridegroomes starres arise , Maydes , turne your sight , your faces hide : Lest ye be shipwrack't in those sparkling eyes , Fit to be seene by none , but by his louely bride : If him Narcissus should behold , he would forget his pride . And thou faire Nymph appeare With blushes , like the purple ▪ morne ; If now thine eares will be content to heare The title of a Wife , we shortly will adorne Thee with a ioyfull Mothers ●ame , when some sweet Childe 's borne We wish a Sonne , whose smile , Whose beauty may proclaime him thine , Who may be worthy of his Fathers stile , May answere to our hopes , and strictly may combine The happy height of Villiers race , with noble Rutlands line . Let both their heads be crown'd With choysest flowers , which shall presage That Loue shall flourish , and delights abound , Time , adde thou many dayes , nay ages to their age ; Yet neuer must thy freezing arme , their holy fires asswage . Now when they ioyne their hands , Behold , how faire that knot appeares . O may the firmenesse of these Nuptiall bands Resemble that bright line , the measure of the yeeres . Which makes a league betweene the poles , and ioynes the Hemispheres .
Of his Maiesties vow for the felicity of my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham . SEe what a full and certaine blessing flowes From him , that vnder God the Earth commands ▪ For Kings are Types of God , and by their hands A world of gifts and honours he bestowes : The hopeful tree thus blest securely growes , Amidst the waters in a firtile ground ; And shall with leaues , & flowres , & fruites be crown'd , Abundant dew on it the Planter throwes . You are this Plant , my Lord , and must dispose Your noble soule , those blossomes to receiue ; Which euer to the roote of Vertue cleaue , As our Apollo by his skill foreshowes : Our Salomon , in wisedome , and in peace , Is now the Prophet of your faire increase .
My Lord of Buckinghams welcome to the King at Burley . SIr , you haue euer shin'd vpon me bright , But now , you strike and dazle me with light : You Englands radiant Sunne , vouchsafe to grace My house , a Spheare too little and too base , My Burley as a Cabinet containes The gemme of Europe , which from golden veines Of glorious Princes , to this height is growne , And ioynes their precious vertues all in one : When I your praise would to the world professe ; My thoughts with zeale , and earnest feruour presse Which should be first , and their officious strife Restraines my hand from painting you to life . ● write , and hauing written I destroy , Because my lines haue bounds , but not my ioy .
A Congratulation to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham , at the Birth of his Daughter . MY lines describ'd your marriage as the Spring , Now like the Reapers , of your fruite I sing And shew the Haruest of your constant loue , In this sweete Armefull which your ioy shall proue : Her Sex is signe of plenty , and fore-runnes The pleasing hope of many noble Sonnes : Who farre abroad their branches shall extend , And spread their race , till time receiue an end . Be euer blest , ( faire Childe ) that hast begunne So white a threed , by hands of Angels spunne : Thou art the first , and wilt the rest beguile ; For thou shalt rauish with a chearefull smile Thy Parents hearts , not wonted to such blisse : And steale the first fruites of a tender kisse .
Of true Greatnesse : to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham . SIr , you are truely great , and euery eye Not dimme with enuy , ioyes to see you high : But chiefely mine , which buried in the night , Are by your beames rais'd and restor'd to light . You , onely you haue pow'r to make me dwell In sight of men , drawne from my silent Cell : Where oft in vaine my pen would haue exprest Those precious gifts , in which your minde is blest . But you , as much too modest are to reade Your prayse , as I too weake your fame to spreade . All curious formes , all pictures will disgrace Your worth , which must be studied in your face , The liuely table , where your vertue shines More clearely , then in strong and waighty lines . In vaine I striue to write some noble thing , To make you nobler for that prudent King : Whose words so oft , you happy are to heare , Hath made instruction needlesse to your eare : Yet giue me leaue in this my silent song , To shew true Greatenesse , while you passe along ; And if you were not humble , in each line Might owne your selfe , and say , This grace is mine . They that are great , and worthy to be so , Hide not their rayes , from meanest plants that grow . Why is the Sunne set in a Throne so hie , But to giue light to each inferiour eye ? His radiant beames distribute liuely grace To all , according to their worth and place ; And from the humble ground those vapours draine , Which are set downe in fruitefull drops of raine . As God his greatnesse and his wisedome showes In Kings , whose lawes the acts of men dispose ; So Kings among their seruants those select , Whose noble vertues may the rest direct : Who must remember that their honour tends Not to vaine pleasure , but to publike ends : And must not glory in their stile or birth ; The Starres were made for man , the Heau'n for end He whose iust deedes his fellow-seruants please , May serue his Sour'aigne with more ioy and ease , Obeying with sincere and faithfull loue , That pow'rfull hand , which giues his wheele to mo●● His Spheare is large , who can his duty know To Princes ? and respect to vs below ! His soule is great , when it in bounds confines ; This scale which rays'd so high , so deepe declines : These are the steps , by which he must aspire Beyond all things which earthly hearts desire : And must so farre dilate his noble minde , Till it in Heau'n eternall honour finde . The order of the blessed spirits there Must be his rule , while he inhabits here : He must conceiue that worldly glories are Vaine shadowes , Seas of sorrow , springs of care : All things which vnder Cynthia leade their life , Are chain'd in darknesse , borne and nurst in strife : None scapes the force of this destroying flood , But he that cleaues to God , his constant good : He is accurst that will delight to dwell In this blacke prison , this seditious hell : When with lesse paine he may imbrace the light , And on his high Creatour fixe his sight , Whose gracious presence giues him perfect rest , And buildes a Paradise within his brest : Where trees of vertues to their height increase , And beare the flowres of Ioy , the fruites of peace . No enuie , no reuenge , no rage , no pride , No lust , nor rapine should his courses guide ; Though all the world conspire to doe him grace : Yet he is little , and extremely base : If in his heart , these vices take their seate ; ( No pow'r can make the slaue of passions great . )
Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Armes . BEhold , the Ensignes of a Christian Knight , Whose Field is like his minde , of siluer bright : His bloudy Crosse supports fiue golden Shels , A precious Pearle , in euery Scallop dwels : Fiue Vertues grace the middle and the bounds , Which take their light from Christs victorious wounds : Vpon the Top , commanding Prudence shines , Repressing Temp'rance to the foote declines ; Braue Fortitude and Iustice , are the hands , And Charity as in the Center stands : Which binding all the ends with strong effect To euery Vertue , holds the same respect : May he that beares this Shield , at last obtaine The azure Circle of celestiall raigne ; And hauing past the course of sliding houres , Enioy a Crowne of neuer-fading Flow'rs ?
Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Shield at a Tilting , his Impresse being a Bird of Paradise . SEe how this Bird erects his constant flight Aboue the Cloudes , aspiring to the light : As in a quiet Paradise he dwels In that pure Region , where no winde rebels : And fearing not the thunder , hath attain'd The Palace , where the Demigods remaind : This Bird belongs to you , thrice glorious King ; From you the beauties of his Feathers spring : No vaine ambition lifts him vp so high , But rais'd by force of your attractiue Eye ; He feedes vpon your Beames , and takes delight , Not in his owne Ascent , but in your sight . Let them , whose motion to the Earth declines , Describe your Circle by their baser lines , And enuy at the brightnesse of your seate : He cannot liue diuided from your heate .
To the Duke of Buckingham at his returne from Spaine . MY Lord , that you so welcome are to all ; You haue deseru'd it , neuer could there fall A fitter way to prooue you highly lou'd , Then when your selfe you from our sights remou'd : The clouded lookes of Brittaine sad appeare , With doubtfull care ( ah who can bridle feare ! ) For their inestimable gemme perplext ; The good and gracefull Buckingham is next In their desires : they to remembrance bring How oft , by mediation with the King You mitigate the rigour of the lawes , And pleade the orphans and the widowes cause . My Muse , which tooke from you her life and light Sate like a weary wretch , whome suddaine night Had ouerspred : your absence casting downe The flow'rs , and Sirens feathers from her crowne , Your fauour first th' anointed head inclines To heare my rurall songs and reade my lines : Your voyce , my reede with lofty musick reares To offer trembling songs to Princely eares . But since my Sou'raigne leaues in great affaires His trusty seruant , to his Subiects pray'rs : I willing spare for such a Noble end My Patron and ( too bold I speake ) my friend .
To the Duke of Buckingham . THe words of Princes iustly we conceiue , As Oracles inspir'd by pow'r diuine , Which make the vertues of their seruants shine ; And monuments to future ages leaue . The sweet consent of many tongues can weaue Such knots of Honour in a flowry line , That no iniurious hands can them vntwine , Nor enuious blasts of beauty can bereaue . These are your helpes , my Lord , by these two wings You lifted are aboue the force of spite : For , while the publike Quire your glory sings , The 〈…〉 rules them , keepes the Musicke right : Yo●●●●ppy name with noble prayse to greet Gods double Voyce , the King and Kingdome meet .
To my gracious Lord , the Duke of Buckingham , vpon the birth of his first Sonne . GIue leaue ( my Lord ) to his abounding heart , Whose faithfull zeale presumes to beare a part In eu'ry blessing which vpon you shines , And to your glory consecrates his lines ; Which rising from a plaine and countrey Muse , Must all my boldnesse with her name excuse . Shall Burley onely triumph in this Child , Which by his birth is truly Happy stil'd ? Nay : we will striue , that Eccho with her notes , May draw some ioy into our homely Cotes : While I to solitary bils retire , Where quiet thoughts my Songs with truth inspire , And teach me to foretell the hopes that flow From this young Lord , as he in yeeres shall grow . First , we behold ( and neede not to presage ) What pleasing comfort in this tender age He giues his Parents , sweetning eu'ry day With deare contentments of his harmelesse play . They in this glasse their seu'rall beauties place , And owne themselues in his delightfull face . But when this flowry bud shall first beginne To spread his leaues which were conceal'd within ; And casting off the dew of childish teares , More glorious then the Rose at noone appeares , His minde extends it selfe to larger bounds ; Instinct of gen'rous Nature oft propounds : ( Great Duke ) your actiue graces to his sight , As obiects full of wonder and delight : These in his thoughts entire possession keep , They stop his play , and interrupt his sleepe . So doth a carefull Painter fixe his eyes Vpon the patterne , which before him lies , And neuer from the boord his hand withdrawes , Vntill the Type be like th' Exemplar cause . To courtly dancing now he shall incline , To manage horses , and in Armes to shine . Such ornaments of youth are but the seeds ▪ Of noble Vertues , and Heroick deeds . He will not rest in any outward part , But striues t' expresse the riches of your heart Within a litle modell , and to frame True title to succession of your fame : In riper yeeres he shall your wisedome learne , And your vndaunted courage shall discerne ; And from your actions , from your words and looke● Shall gather rules , which others reade in bookes : So in Achilles more those lessons wrought , Which Peleus show'd , them those which Chiron taught
Vpon the Earle of Couentryes departure from vs to the Angels . SWeet Babe , whose Birth inspir'd me with a Song , And call'd my Muse to trace thy dayes along ; Attending riper yeeres , with hope to finde Such braue endeuours of thy noble Minde , As might deserue triumphant lines , and make My Fore-head bold a Lawrell Crowne to take : How hast thou left vs , and this earthly Stage , ( Not acting many Months ) in tender age ? Thou cam'st into this world a little Spie , Where all things that could please the eare and eye , Were set before thee , but thou found'st them toyes , And flew'st with scornefull smiles t' eternall ioyes : No visage of grim Death is sent t' affright Thy spotlesse soule , nor darknesse blinds thy sight ; But lightsome Angels with their golden Wings Ore spread thy Cradle , and each spirit brings Some precious Balme , for heau'nly Physicke meet , To make the separation soft and sweet . The sparke infus'd by God departs away , And bids the earthly weake companion stay With patience in that nurs'ry of the ground , Where first the seeds of Adams limbes were found For time shall come when these diuided friends Shall ioyne againe , and know no seu'rall ends , But change this short and momentary kisse , To strict embraces of Celestiall blisse .
To my Lord Vicount Purbeck : a Congratulation for his health . IF we inlarge our hearts , extend our voyce , To shew with what affection we reioyce , When friends or kinsmen wealth and honour gaine , Or are return'd to freedome from the chaine : How shall your seruants and your friends ( my Lord ) Declare their ioy ? who find no sound , no word Sufficient for their thoughts , since you haue got That Iewell Health , which Kingdomes equall not , From sicknesse freed , a Tyrant farre more fell Then Turkish Pirates , who in Gallies dwell . The Muses to the friend of Musicke bring The signes of gladnesse : Orpheus strikes a string Which can inspire the dull , can cheare the sad , And to the dead can liuely motion adde : Some play , some sing : while I , whose onely skill , Is to direct the organ of my Quill , That from my hand it may not runne in vaine , But keepe true time with my commanding braine . I will bring forth my Musicke , and will trie To rayse these dumbe ( yet speaking ) Letters high , Till they contend with sounds : till arm'd with wing My featherd pen surmount Apollo's strings . We much reioyce that lightsome calmes asswage The fighting humours , blind with mutuall rage : So sing the Mariners exempt from feare , When stormes are past , and hopefull signes appeare . So chaunts the mounting Larke her gladsome lay , When night giues place to the delightfull day . In this our mirth , the greatest ioy I finde , Is to consider how your noble minde Will make true vse of those afflictions past , And on this ground will fix your vertue fast ; You hence haue learn'd th' vncertaine state of man , And that no height of glitt'ring honour can Secure his quiet : for almighty God , Who rules the high , can with his pow'rfull rod Represse the greatest , and in mercy daignes With daug'rous ioyes to mingle wholsome paines : Though men in sicknesse draw vnquiet breath , And count it worst of euils , next to death : Yet such his goodnesse is , who gouernes all , That from this bitter spring sweete riuers fall : Here we are truly taught our selues to know , To pitty others who indure like woe : To feele the waight of sinne , the onely cause Whence eu'ry body this corruption drawes : To make our peace with that correcting hand , Which at each moment can our liues command . These are the blest effects , which sicknesse leaues , When these your serious brest aright conceaues You will no more repent your former paine ▪ Then we our ioy , to see you well againe .
To the memory of the faire and thrice vertuous Gentlewoman , Mistris Elizabeth Neuell . ANymph is dead , milde , vertuous , young & faire , Death neuer counts by dayes , or mon'ths , or yeeres : Oft in his sight the Infant old appeares , And to his earthly mansion must repaire . Why should our sighes disturbe the quiet Aire ? For when the flood of Time to ruine beares , No beauty can preuaile , nor parents teares . When life is gone , we of the flesh despaire , Yet still the happy soule immortall liues In heauen , as we with pious hope conceiue , And to the Maker endlesse prayses giues , That she so soone this lothsome world might leaue ▪ We iudge that glorious Spirit doubly blest , Which from short life ascends t' eternall rest .
Of the truly Noble and Excellent Lady , the Lady Marquesse of Winchester . CAn my poore lines no better office haue , But lie like Scritch-Owles still about the graue ? When shall I take some pleasure for my paine , Commending them that can commend againe ? When shall my Muse in loue-sicke lines recite Some Ladies worth , which she of whom I write , With thankfull smiles may reade in her owne dayes ? Or when shall I a breathing woman prayse ? Oneuer ! Mine are too ambitious strings , They will not sound but of eternall things ; Such are freed-soules , but had I thought it fit , T' exalt a spirit to a body knit : I would confesse I spent my time amisse , When I was slow to giue due praise to this . Now when all weepe , it is my time to sing , Thus from her ashes must my Poem spring : Though in the race I see some swiftly runne , I will not crowne them till the goale be won , ●ill death ye mortals cannot happy be ▪ What can I then but woe , and dangers see , If in your liues I write , now when ye rest , I will insert your names among the blest : And now , perhaps , my Verses may increase Your rising fame , though not your boundlesse peace ▪ Which if they euer could , may they make thine : Great Lady , further , if not clearer shine : I could thy husbands highest Styles relate , Thy Fathers Earledome , and that Englands state Was wholy manag'd by thy Grandsires brow : But those that loue thee best , will best allow That I omit to praise thy match and Line , And speake of things that were more truely thine : Thou thought'st it base to build on poore remaines Of noble bloud , which ranne in others veines ; As many doe , who beare no flowres , nor fruite , But shew dead stocks , which haue beene of repute , And liue by meere remembrance of a sound , Which was long since by winds disperst and drown'd : While that false worth , which they suppose they haue ▪ Is digg'd vp new from the corrupting Graue : For thou hadst liuing honours , not decay'd With wearing time , and needing not the ayd Of Heraulds , in the haruest of whose art None but the vertuous iustly clayme a part : Since they our Parents memories renew , For imitation , not for idle view , Yet what is all their skill , if we compare Their paper works with those which liuely are , In such as thou hast been , whose present lookes , If many such were , would surpresse all bookes ; For their examples would alone suffice : They that the Countrey see , the Map despise . For thee a Crowne of Vertues we prepare , The chiefe is Wisdome , in thy Sex most rare , By which thou didst thy husbands state maintaine , Which sure had falne without thee ; and in vaine Had aged Paulet wealth , and honours heap'd Vpon his House , if strangers had them reapt . In vaine to height , by safe still steps he climes , And serues fiue Princes in most diff'rent times . In vaine is he a Willow , not an Oke , Which winds might easly bend , yet neuer broke . In vaine he breakes his sleepe , and is diseas'd , And grieues himselfe that others may be pleas'd : In vaine he striues to beare an equall hand , 'Twixt Somerset and bold Northumberland ; And to his owne close ends directing all , Will rise with both , but will with neither fall . All this had been in vaine , vnlesse he might Haue left his heires cleare knowledge as their right . But this no sonne infallibly can draw From his Descent , by Nature , or by Law : That treasure which the soule with glory decks , Respects not birth-right , nor the nobler Sex : For women oft haue mens defects suppli'd , Whose office is to keepe what men prouide . So hast thou done , and made thy name as great , As his who first exalted Paulets seate : Neere dew , yet not too neere , the thunders blow , Some stood 'twixt Ioue , and him , though most below . O well waigh'd dignity , selected place , Prouided for continuance of his race , Not by Astrologie , but Prudence farre , More pow'rfull then the force of any Starre ! The Dukes are gone , and now ( though much beneath ) His Coronet is next th' Imperiall Wreath , No richer signe his flowry Garland drown's , Which shines alone aboue the lesser Crownes . This thou inioyd'st , as sicke men tedious houres , And thought'st of brighter Pearles , and fairer flowres , And higher Crownes , which heau'n for thee reserues , When this thy worldly pompe decayes , and starues . This sacred seruour in thy mind did glow : And though supprest with outward state and show , Yet at thy death those hind'ring clouds it clear'd , And like the lost Sunne to the world appear'd ; Euen as a strong fire vnder ashes turn'd , Which with more force long secretly hath burn'd , Breakes forth to be the obiect of our sight , Aimes at the Orbe , and ioynes his flame with light .
Vpon his Noble Friend , Sir William Skipwith . TO frame a man , who in those gifts excels , Which makes the Country happy where hee dwels , We first conceiue , what names his Line adorne , It kindles vertue to be nobly borne . This picture of true Gentry must be grac'd , With glitt'ring Iewels round about him plac'd ; A comely body , and a beauteous mind ; A heart to loue , a hand to giue inclin'd ; A house as free , and open as the Ayre ; A tongue which ioyes in Language sweet and faire ; Yet can , when need requires , with courage bold , To publike eares his neighbours griefes vnfold . All these we neuer more shall find in one , And yet all these are clos'd within this stone .
An Epitaph vpon my deare Brother , Francis Beaumont . ON Death thy Murd'rer this reuenge I take : I slight his terror , and iust question make , Which of vs two the best precedence haue , Mine to this wretched world , thine to the graue : Thou shouldst haue followd me , but death too blame , Miscounted yeeres , and measur'd age by Fame . So dearely hast thou bought thy precious lines , Their praise grew swiftly ; so thy life declines : Thy Muse , the hearers Queene , the Readers loue : All eares , all hearts ( but Deaths ) could please and moue .
Of my deare Sonne , Geruase Beaumont . CAn I , who haue for others oft compil'd The Songs of Death , forget my sweetest child , Which like a flow'r crusht , with a blast is dead , And ere full time hangs downe his smiling head , Expecting with cleare hope to liue anew , Among the Angels fed with heau'nly dew ? We haue this signe of Ioy , that many dayes , While on the earth his struggling spirit stayes , The name of Iesus in his mouth containes , His onely food , his sleepe , his ease from paines . O may that sound be rooted in my mind , Of which in him such strong effect I find . Deare Lord , receiue my Sonne , whose winning loue To me was like a friendship , farre aboue The course of nature , or his tender age , Whose lookes could all my bitter griefes asswage ; Let his pure soule ordain'd seu'n yeeres to be In that fraile body , which was part of me , Remaine my pledge in heau'n , as sent to shew , How to this Port at eu'ry step I goe .
Teares for the death of the truly Honourable , the Lord Chandos . LEt him whose lines a priuate losse deplore , Call them to weepe , that neuer wept before ; My griefe is more audacious : giue me one Who eu'ry day hath heard a dying grone . The subiect of my verses may suffice To draw new teares from dry and weary eyes . We dare not loue a man , nor pleasure take In others worth for noble Chandos sake : And when we seeke the best with reasons light , We feare to wish him longer in our sight . Time had increast his vertue and our woe , For sorrow gathers weight by comming slow : Should him the God of life , to life restore Againe , we lose him , and lament the more . If Mortals could a thousand liues renew , They were but shades of death which must insue . Our gracious God hath fitter bounds assign'd , And earthly paines to one short life confin'd ; Yet when his hand hath quench'd the vitall flame , It leaues some cinders of immortall fame . At these we blow , and ( like Prometheus ) striue By such weake sparkes , to make dead clay aliue : Breath flyes to ayre , the body falls to ground , And nothing dwels with vs but mournfull sound . O , might his honor'd Name liue in my Song , Reflected as with Ecchoes shrill and strong ! But when my lines of glorious obiects treate , They should rise high , because the worke is great . No Quill can paint this Lord , vnlesse it haue Some tincture from his actions free and braue : Yet from this height I must descend againe , And ( like the calme Sea ) lay my Verses plaine , When I describe the smoothnesse of his mind , Where reasons chaines rebellious passions bind : My Poem must in harmony excell , His sweet behauiour and discourse to tell ; It should be deepe , and full of many Arts , To teach his wisdome , and his happy parts . But since I want these graces , and despaire To make my Picture ( like the patterne ) faire ; These hasty strokes vnperfect draughts shall stand , Expecting life from some more skilfull hand .
Vpon the vntimely death of the Honourable , hop●full young Gentleman , Edward Stafford , Sonne and Heire to the Lord Stafford . DEad is the hope of Stafford , in whose line So many Dukes , and Earles , and Barons shine : And from this Edwards death his kinred drawes More griefe , then mighty Edwards fall could cause : For to this House his vertue promist more Then all those great Ones that had gone before . No lofty titles can securely frame The happinesse , and glory of a Name : Bright honours at the point of Noone decay , And feele a sad declining like the day . But he that from the race of Kings is borne , And can their mem'ries with his worth adorne , Is farre more blest , then those of whom he springs , He from aboue the soule of goodnesse brings , T' inspire the body of his Noble birth , This makes it moue , before but liuelesse earth . Of such I write , who show'd he would haue been Complete in action , but we lost him greene . We onely saw him crown'd with flowres of hope : O that the fruits had giu'n me larger scope ! And yet the bloomes which on his Herse we strow , Surpasse the Cherries , and the Grapes that grow In others Gardens . Here fresh Roses lie , Whose ruddy blushes modest thoughts descry , In Flowre-de-luces dide with azure hue , His constant loue to heau'nly things we view : The spotlesse Lillies shew his pure intent , The flaming Marigold his zeale present , The purple Violets his Noble minde , Degen'rate neuer from his Princely kind ; And last of all the Hyacinths we throw , In which are writ the letters of our woe .
To the Memory of the Learned and Religious , Ferdinando Pulton , Esquire . AS at a ioyfull Marriage , or the birth Of some long wished child ; or when the earth Yeelds plenteous fruit , and makes the Ploughman sing : Such is the sound , and subiect of my string : Ripe age , full vertue need no fun'rall Song , Here mournefull tunes would Grace , & Nature wrong ▪ Why should vaine sorrow follow him with teares , Who shakes off burdens of declining yeeres ? Whose thread exceeds the vsuall bounds of life , And feeles no stroke of any fatall knife ? The Destinies enioyne their wheeles to run , Vntill the length of his whole course be spun . No enuious cloud obscures his struggling light , Which sets contented at the point of night : Yet this large time no greater profit brings , Then eu'ry little moment whence it springs , Vnlesse imploy'd in workes deseruing praise , Most weare out many yeeres , and liue few dayes . Time flowes from instants , and of these each one Should be esteem'd , as if it were alone The shortest space , which we so lightly prize When it is comming , and before our eyes : Let it but slide into th' eternall Maine , No Realmes , no worlds can purchase it againe : Remembrance onely makes the footsteps last , When winged Time , which fixt the prints , is past . This he well-knowing , all occasions tries , T' enrich his owne , and others learned eyes . This noble end , not hope of gaine did draw His minde to trauaile in the knotty Law : That was to him by serious labour made A Science , which to many is a Trade ; Who purchase lands , build houses by their tongue , And study right , that they may practise wrong . His bookes were his rich purchases : his fees , That praise which Fame to painefull works decrees : His mem'ry hath a surer ground then theirs , Who trust in stately Tombes , or wealthy Heires .
To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady , the Lady Clifton . HEr tongue hath ceast to speake , which might make dumbe All tongues might stay , all Pens all hands ben●●● ▪ Yet I must write , O that it might haue beene While she had liu'd , and had my verses seene , Before sad cries deaf'd my vntuned eares , When verses flow'd more easily then teares . Ah why neglected I to write her prayse , And paint her Vertues in those happy dayes ! Then my now trembling hand and dazled eye , Had seldome fail'd , hauing the patterne by ; Or had it err'd , or made some strokes amisse , ( For who can portray vertue as it is ? ) Art might with Nature haue maintain'd her strife , By curious lines to imitate true life . But now those Pictures want their liuely grace , As after death none can well draw the face : We let our friends passe idlely like our time , Till they be gone , & then we see our crime , And thinke what worth in them might haue beene known , What duties done , and what affection showne : Vntimely knowledge , which so deare doth cost , And then beginnes when the thing knowne is lost ; Yet this cold loue , this enuie , this neglect , Proclaimes vs modest while our due respect To goodnesse , is restrain'd by seruile feare , Lest to the world , it flatt'ry should appeare : As if the present houres deseru'd no prayse : But age is past , whose knowledge onely stayes On that weake prop which memory sustaines , Should be the proper subiect of our straines : Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing Of Violets , and Roses in the Spring , Should tarry till the flow'rs were blowne away , And till the Muses life and heate decay ; Then is the fury slak'd , the vigour fled , As here in mine , since it with her was dead : Which still may sparkle , but shall flame no more , Because no time shall her to vs restore : Yet may these Sparks , thus kindled with her fame , Shine brighter and liue longer then some flame . Here expectation vrgeth me to tell Her high perfections , which the world knew well . But they are farre beyond my skill t' vnfold , They were poore vertues if they might be told . But thou , who faine would'st take a gen'rall view Of timely fruites which in this garden grew , On all the vertues in mens actions looke , Or reade their names writ in some morall booke ; And summe the number which thou there shalt find : So many liu'd , and triumph'd in her minde . Nor dwelt these Graces in a house obscure , But in a Palace faire , which might allure The wretch who no respect to vertue bore ; To loue It , for the garments which it wore . So that in her the body and the soule Contended , which should most adorne the whole . O happy Soule for such a body meete , How are the firme chaines of that vnion sweete , Disseuer'd in the twinkling of an eye ? And we amaz'd dare aske no reason why , But silent think , that God is pleas'd to show , That he hath workes , whose ends we cannot know : Let vs then cease to make a vaine request , To learne why die the fairest , why the best ; For all these things , which mortals hold most deare , Most slipp'ry are , and yeeld lesse ioy then feare ; And being lifted high by mens desire , Are more perspicuous markes for heau'nly fire ; And are laid prostrate with the first assault , Because , our loue makes their desert their fault . Then Iustice , vs to some amends should mooue For this our fruitelesse , nay our hurtfull loue ; We in their Honour , piles of stone erect With their deare Names , and worthy prayses de●●●● ▪ But since those faile , their glories we rehearse , In better Marble , euerlasting verse : By which we gather from consuming houres , Some parts of them , though time the rest deuoures ; Then if the Muses can forbid to die , As we their Priests suppose , why may not I ? Although the least and hoarsest in the quire , Cleare beames of blessed immortality inspire To keepe thy blest remembrance euer young , Still to be freshly in all Ages sung : Or if my worke in this vnable be , Yet shall it euer liue , vpheld by thee : For thou shalt liue , though Poems should decay , Since Parents teach their Sonnes , thy prayse to say ; And to posterity , from hand to hand Conuay it with their blessing and their land . Thy quiet rest from death , this good deriues Instead of one , it giues thee many liues : While these lines last , thy shadow dwelleth here , Thy fame , it selfe extendeth eu'ry where ; In Heau'n our hopes haue plac'd thy better part : Thine Image liues , in thy sad Husbands heart : Who as when he enioy'd thee , he was chiefe In loue and comfort , so is he now in griefe .
Vpon the death of the most noble Lord Henry , Earle of Southampton , 1624. WHen now the life of great Southampton ends , His fainting seruants , and astonisht friends Stand like so many weeping Marble stones , No passage left to vtter sighes , or grones : And must I first dissolue the bonds of griefe , And straine forth words , to giue the rest reliefe ? I will be bold my trembling voyce to trie , That his deare Name , may not in silence die . The world must pardon , if my song bee weake , In such a case it is enough to speake : My verses are not for the present age : For what man liues , or breathes on Englands stage ; That knew not braue Southampton , in whose sight Most plac'd their day , and in his absence night ? I striue , that vnborne Children may conceiue , Of what a Iewell angry Fates bereaue This mournefull Kingdome , and when heauy woes Oppresse their hearts , thinke ours as great as those : In what estate shall I him first expresse , In youth , or age , in ioy , or in distresse ? When he was young , no ornament of youth Was wanting in him , acting that in truth Which Cyrus did in shadow , and to men Appear'd like Peleus sonne from Chirons Den : While through this Iland Fame his praise reports , As best in martiall deedes , and courtly sports , When riper age with winged feete repaires , Graue care adornes his head with siluer haires ; His valiant feruour was not then decaide , But ioyn'd with counsell , as a further aide . Behold his constant and vndaunted eye , In greatest danger when condemn'd to dye , He scornes th' insulting aduersaries breath , And will admit no feare , though neere to Death : But when our gracious Soueraigne had regain'd This Light , with clouds obscur'd in walls detain'd : And by his fauour plac'd this Starre on high , Fixt in the Garter , Englands azure skie ; He pride ( which dimms such change ) as much did hate , As base deiection in his former state : When he was call'd to sit , by Ioues command , Among the Demigods , that rule this Land , No pow'r , no strong perswasion could him draw From that , which he conceiu'd as right and Law . When shall we in this Realme a Father finde So truly sweet , or husband halfe so kinde ? Thus he enioyde the best contents of life , Obedient Children , and a louing Wife . These were his parts in Peace ; but O how farre This noble soule excell'd it selfe in Warre : He was directed by a nat'rall vaine , True honour by this painefull way to gaine . Let Ireland witnesse , where he first appeares , And to the fight his warlike Ensignes beares . And thou O Belgia , wert in hope to see The Trophees of his conquests wrought in thee , But Death , who durst not meete him in the field , In priuate by close trech'ry made him yeeld . I keepe that glory last , which is the best ; The loue of Learning , which he oft exprest By conuersation , and respect to those Who had a name in Artes , in verse or prose : Shall euer I forget with what delight , He on my simple lines would cast his sight ? His onely mem'ry my poore worke adornes , He is a Father to my crowne of thornes : Now since his death how can I euer looke , Without some teares , vpon that Orphan booke ? Ye sacred Muses , if ye will admit My name into the roll , which ye haue writ Of all your seruants , to my thoughts display Some rich conceipt , some vnfrequented way , Which may hereafter to the world commend A picture fit for this my noble Friend : For this is nothing , all these Rimes I scorne ; Let Pens be broken , and the paper torne : And with his last breath let my musick cease , Vnlesse my lowly Poem could increase In true description of immortall things , And rays'd aboue the earth with nimble wings , Fly like an Eagle from his Fun'rall fire , Admir'd by all , as all did him admire .
An Epitaph vpon that hopefull young Gentleman , the Lord Wriothesley . HEre lies a Souldier , who in youth desir'd His valiant Fathers noble steps to tread , And swiftly from his friends and Countrey fled , While to the height of glory he aspir'd . The cruell Fates with bitter enuy fir'd , To see warres prudence in so young a head , Sent from their dusky caues to strike him dead , A strong disease in peacefull Robes attir'd . This Murd'rer kills him with a silent dart , And hauing drawne it bloody from the Sonne , Throwes it againe into the Fathers heart , And to his Lady boasts what he hath done . What helpe can men against pale Death prouide . When twice within few dayes Southampton dide ?
IVVENAL . SAT. 10. IN all the Countries , which from Gades extend To Ganges , where the mornings beames ascend , Few men the clouds of errour can remooue , And know what ill t' auoide , what good to loue : For what doe we by reason seeke or leaue , Or what canst thou so happily conceiue , But straight thou wilt thine enterprise repent , And blame thy wish , when thou behold'st th' euent ? The easie gods cause houses to decay , By granting that , for which the owners pray ; In Peace and Warre we aske for hurtfull things , The copious flood of speech to many brings Vntimely death ; another rashly dyes , While he vpon his wondrous strength relyes : But most by heapes of money choked are , Which they haue gather'd with too earnest care , Till others they in wealth as much excell , As British Whales aboue the Dolphins swell : In bloody times by Neroes fierce commands , The armed troope about Longinus stands ; Rich Senecaes large gardens circling round , And Lateranus Palace much renown'd . The greedy Tyrants souldier seldome comes , To ransack beggers in the vpper roomes . If siluer vessels , though but few thou bear'st , Thou in the night the sword and trunchion fear'st ; And at the shadow of each Reed wilt quake , When by the Moone ▪ light thou perceiu'st it shake : But he that trauailes empty , feeles no griefe , And boldly sings in presence of the thiefe : The first desires , and those which best we know In all our Temples , are that wealth may grow , That riches may increase , and that our chest In publike banke may farre exceed the rest . But men in earthen vessels neuer drinke Dyre poysons : then thy selfe in danger thinke , When cups beset with Pearles thy hand doth hold , And precious Wine burnes bright in ample gold : Do'st thou not now perceiue sufficient cause , To giue those two wise men deseru'd applause , Who when abroad they from their thresholds stept , The one did alwaies laugh , the other wept ? But all are apt to laugh in euery place , And censure actions with a wrinkled face ; It is more maruell how the others eyes Could moysture find his weeping to suffice . Democritus did euer shake his spleene With laughters force ; yet had there neuer been Within his natiue soyle such garments braue , And such vaine signes of Honour as we haue . What if he saw the Pretor standing out From lofty Chariots in the thronging rout , Clad in a Coate with noble Palme-trees wrought , A signe of triumph , from Ioues Temple brought , And deckt with an imbrodred purple Gowne , Like hangings from his shoulders trailing downe : No necke can lift the Crowne which then he weares , For it a publike seruant sweating beares ; And lest the Consull should exceed in pride , A Slaue with him in the same Coach doth ride . The Bird which on the Iu'ry Scepter stands , The Cornets , and the long officious Bands Of those that walke before to grace the sight , The troope of seruile Romans cloth'd in white , Which all the way vpon thy Horse attends , Whom thy good cheare & purse haue made thy friends ; To him each thing he meets occasion mooues Of earnest laughter , and his wisdome prooues , That worthy men , who great examples giue , In barb'rous Countries and thicke ayre may liue : He laught at common peoples cares and feares ; Oft at their ioyes , and sometimes at their teares , He in contempt to threatning Fortune throwes A halter , and his scornefull finger showes . We rub the knees of gods with waxe , to gaine From them such things as hurtfull are , or vaine ; Pow'r subiect to fierce spite , casts many downe , Whom their large stiles , and famous titles drowne . The Statues fall , and through the streets are roll'd : The wheeles , which did the Chariots weight vphold , Are knockt in pieces with the Hatchets stroke : The harmelesse Horses legs are also broke : The fires make hissing sounds , the bellowes blow , That head dissolu'd , must in the furnace glow , Which all with honours like the gods did grace . The great Seianus crackes , and of that face , Which once the second in the world was nam'd , Are basons , frying-pans , and dishes fram'd , Place bayes at home to Ioues chiefe Temple walke , And leade with thee a great Oxe , white as chalke . Behold Seianus drawne vpon a hooke , All men reioyce , what lips had he , what looke ? Trust me ( saith one ) I neuer could abide This fellow ; yet none askes for what he dy'd : None knowes who was the man that him accus'd ; What proofes were brought , what testimony vs'd ; A large Epistle fraught with words great store , From Capreae comes : 't is well , I seeke no more , The wau'ring people follow Fortune still , And hate those whom the State intends to kill . Had Nurtia fauor'd this her Tuscan child : Had he the aged carelesse Prince beguild ; The same base tongues would in that very houre Haue rays'd Seianus to Augustus pow'r . It is long since that we forbidden are , To sell our voyces free from publike care : The people which gaue pow'r in warre and peace , Now from those troubles is content to cease , And eu'ry wish for these two ends bestowes , For bread in plenty , and Circensian showes . I heare that many are condemn'd to dye ; No doubt the flame is great , and swelleth high . Brutidius looking pale , did meet me neere To Mars his Altar , therefore much I feare , Lest vanquisht Aiax find out some pretence , To punish those that faild in his defence : Let vs run headlong , trampling Cesars foe , While on the banke he lies , our fury show : Let all our seruants see , and witnesse beare , How forward we against the Traytor were , Lest any should deny , and to the Law , His fearefull Master by the necke should draw . These were the speeches of Seianus then , The secret murmures of the basest men . Would'st thou be flatter'd , and ador'd by such As bow'd to him ? Would'st thou possesse as much ? Would'st thou giue ciuill dignities to these ? Would'st thou appoint them Gen'rals who thee please ? Be Tutor of the Prince , who on the Rock Of Capreae sits with his Chaldean flock : Thou surely seek'st it as a great reward , T' enioy high places in the field or Guard . This thou defend'st for those that haue no will , To make men die would haue the power to kill : Yet what such fame or fortune can be found , But still the woes aboue the ioyes abound ? Had'st thou then rather chuse the rich attire Of this great Lord , now drawne through common mire , Or beare some office in the wretched State Of Gabij , or Fidenae , and relate The Lawes of measures in a ragged gowne , And breake small vessels in an empty Towne ; By this time I perceiue thou hast confest , That proud Seianus could not wish the best : He that for too much wealth and honour cares , The heaped lofts of raysed Towres prepares , Whence from the top his fall declines more steepe , And headlong ruine drawes him to the deepe . This done , rich Crassus and the Pompey's threw , And him who Romane freedome could subdue , Because to height by cunning they aspire , And enuious gods giue way to their desire . Few Tyrants can to Pluto's Court descend , Without fierce slaughter , and a bloody end . Demosthenes and Tullies fame and speech , Each one that studies Rhet'rike , will beseech At Pallas hands , and during all the dayes Of her Quinquatria for this onely prayes , Though worshipping her picture basely wrought , Such as with brazen money he hath bought , While in a little chest his papers lie , Which one poore seruant carries waiting nigh : Yet both these Orators whom he admires , Dy'd for that eloquence which he desires : What did them both to sad destruction bring , But wit which flow'd from an abundant Spring ? The wit of Tully caus'd his head and hand To be cut off , and in the Court to stand . The Pulpits are not moistned with the flood Of any meane vnlearned pleaders blood . When Tully wrote ; O Rome most blest by Fate , New-borne when I enioy'd the Consuls State : If he his Prose had like his verses shap'd , He Antonies sharpe swords might haue escap'd . Let Critikes here their sharpe derision spend , Yet those harsh Poems rather I commend , Then thee , diuine Philippicke , which in place Art next the first , but hast the highest grace ; He also with a cruell death expir'd , Whose flowing torrent Athens so admir'd , Who rul'd th' vnconstant people when he list , As if he held their bridles in his fist . Ah wretched man , begotten with the hate Of all the gods , and by sinister Fate , Whom his poore father , bleare-ey'd with the soote Of sparkes which from the burning Ir'n did shoote , From Coales , Tongs , Anuile , and the Cutlers tooles , And durty Forge , sent to the Rhet'ricke Schooles . The spoyles of warre some rusty Corslet plac'd On maymed Trophees cheekes of helmes defac'd ; Defectiue Chariots conquer'd Nauies decks , And captiues , who themselues with sorrow vexe , ( Their faces on triumphant Arches wrought ) Are things aboue the blisse of mortall thought : For these incitements to this fruitlesse end , The Romane , Greeke , and Barbr'ous Captaines tend . This caus'd their danger , and their willing paine , So much their thirst is greater for the gaine Of fame then vertue : for what man regards Bare vertue , if we take away rewards ? In ages past the glory of a few , Their Countrey rashly to destruction drew , Desiring prayse and titles full of pride , Inscrib'd on graue-stones which their ashes hide , Which perish by the sauage fig-trees strength : For tombes themselues must haue their fate at length . Let Annibal be ponder'd in thy mind ; In him thou shalt that waight and value find , Which fits a great Commander . This is he , Whose spirit could not comprehended be In Africk , reaching from th' Atlantick streames , To Nilus heated with the Sunny beames ; And Southward stretcht as farre as Ethiope feeds Huge Elephants , like those which India breeds : He conquers Spaine , which cannot him inclose With Pyrenaean hills the Alpes and Snowes , Which nature armes against him , he derides , And Rockes made soft with Vineger diuides . He Italy attaines , yet striues to runne On further : Nothing yet , saith he , is done , Till Punicke souldiers shall Romes gates deface , And in her noblest streets mine Ensignes place . How would this one-ey'd Generals appeare With that Gentulian beast which did him beare , If they were set in picture ? What became Of all his bold attempts ? O deare-bought Fame , He vanquisht , into exile headlong flies , Where ( all men wondring ) he in humble wise , Must at the Palace doore attendance make , Till the Bythinian Tyrant please to wake . No warlike weapons end that restlesse life , Which in the world caus'd such confused strife . His Ring reuengeth all the Romans dead At Cannae , and the blood which he had shed . Foole , passe the sharpe Alpes , that thy glories dreame May Schoole-boyes please , & be their publike theame . One World contents not Alexanders mind , He thinkes himselfe in narrow bounds confin'd : It seemes as strait as any little Ile , Or desart Rocke to him , whom Lawes exile : But when he comes into the Towne , whose walls Were made of clay , his whole ambition falls Into a graue : death onely can declare How base the bodies of all mortals are . The lying Greekes perswade vs not to doubt , That Persian Nauies sailed round about The Mountaine Athos seuer'd from the Maine , Such stuffe their fabulous reports containe : They tell vs what a passage framed was Of ships ▪ that wheeles on solid Seas might passe : That deepest Riuers failed we must thinke , Whose Floods the Medians at one meale could drink : And must beleeue such other wond'rous things , Which Sostratus relates with moyst'ned wings . But that great King of whom these tales they frame , Tell me how backe from Salamis he came , That barb'rous Prince who vs'd to whip the Winds , Not suff'ring strokes when Aeolus them binds , He who proud Neptune in his fetters chain'd , And thought his rage by mildnesse much restrain'd , Because he did not brand him for his slaue ; Which of the Gods would such a Master haue . But how return'd he with one slender bote , Which through the bloody waues did slowly flote , Oft stay'd with heapes of carkases : these paines He as the fruits of long-wisht glory gaines . Giue length of life , O Ioue , giue many yeeres , Thou prayst with vpright count'nance , pale with feares Not to be heard , yet long old age complaines Of great continuall griefes which it containes : As first a foule and a deformed face Vnlike it selfe , a rugged hide in place Of softer skin , loose cheekes , and wrinkles made , As large as those which in the wooddy shade Of spacious Tabraca , the mother Ape Deepe furrow'd in her aged chaps doth scrape . Great diff'rence is in persons that be young , Some are more beautifull , and some more strong Then others : but in each old man we see The same aspect ; his trembling limbes agree With shaking voyce , and thou may'st adde to those A bald head , and a childish dropping nose . The wretched man when to this state he comes , Must breake his hard bread with vnarmed gummes So lothsome , that his children and his wife Grow weary of him , he of his owne life ; And Cossus hardly can his sight sustaine , Though wont to flatter dying men for gaine . Now his benummed palate cannot taste His meate or drinke , the pleasures now are past Of sensuall lust , yet he in buried fires Retaines vnable and vnfit desires . What ioy can musicke to his hearing bring , Though best Musicians , yea , Seleucus sing , Who purchase golden raiments by their voyce : In Theaters he needs not make his choice Of place to sit , since that his deaf'ned eare Can scarce the Corners and the Trumpets heare : His Boy must cry aloud to let him know Who comes to see him , how the time doth goe : A Feuer onely heates his wasted blood In eu'ry part assaulted with a flood . Of all diseases : if their names thou aske , Thou mayst as well appoint me for a taske , To tell what close adulterers Hippia loues ; How many sick-men Themison remoues Out of this world within one Autumnes date : How many poore confederates of our State , Haue been by griping Basilus distrest ; How many Orphanes Irus hath opprest ; To what possessions he is now preferr'd , Who in my youth scorn'd not to cut my beard : Some feeble are in shoulders , loynes , or thighes , Another is depriu'd of both his eyes , And enuies those as happy that haue one . This man too weake to take his meate alone , With his pale lips must feede at others hands , While he according to his custome stands With gaping iawes like to the Swallowes brood , To whom their hungry mother carries food In her full mouth : yet worse in him we find Then these defects in limbes ▪ a doting mind ; He cannot his owne seruants names recite , Nor know his friend with whom he supt last night ; Not those he got and bred : with cruell spots Out of his will his doubtlesse heires he blots , And all his goods to Phialè bequeathes : So sweet to him a common Strumpet breathes . But if his senses should not thus be spent , His childrens fun'ralls he must oft lament , He his deare wiues and brothers death bemones , And sees the vrnes full of his sisters bones . Those that liue long endure this lingring paine , That oft they find new causes to complaine , While they mishaps in their owne house behold , In woes and mournefull garments growing old . The Pylian King , as Homers verses show , In length of life came nearest to the Crow : Thou thinkst him blest whom death so long forbeares , Who on his right hand now accounts his yeeres By hundreds with an ancient num'rall signe , And hath the fortune oft to drinke new wine . But now obserue how much he blames the law Of Fates , because too large a thread they draw : When to Antilochus last Rites he came , And saw his beard blaze in the fun'rall flame , Then with demands to those that present are , He thus his gre'uous mis'ry doth declare : Why should I last thus long , what hainous crime Hath made me worthy of such spatious time ? Like voyces Peleus vs'd , when he bewail'd Achilles , whom vntimely death assail'd : And sad Laertes , who had cause to weepe For his Vlisses swimming on the deepe . When Troy was safe , then Priam might haue gone With stately Exequies and solemne mone , T' accompany Assaracus his ghost , His fun'rall Herse , enricht with Princely cost , Which Hector with his other brothers beares , Amidst the flood of Ilian womens teares . When first Cassandra practis'd to lament ; And faire Polyx●na with garments rent : If he had dy'd ere Paris plac'd his sayles In ventrous ships , see what long age auailes : This caus'd him to behold his ruin'd Towne , The swords and fiers which conquer'd Asia drowne ; Then he , a trembling souldier , off doth cast His Diademe , takes armour ; but at last Falls at Ioues Altar , like an Oxe decai'd ; Whose pittifull thinne necke is prostrate laid To his hard Masters knife , disdained now , Because not fit to draw th' vngratefull plow : Yet dy'd he humane death ; but his curst wife Bark't like a Dog , remaining still in life . To our examples willingly I haste , And therefore Mithridates haue orepast ; And Croesus whom iust Solon bids t' attend , And not to iudge men happy till the end . This is the cause that banisht Marius flies , That he imprison'd is , and that he lies In close Minturnaes Fennes to hide his head , And neere to conquer'd Carthage begs his bread . Wise nature had not fram'd , nor Rome brought forth A Citizen more Noble for his worth ; If hauing to the view his captiues led , And all his warlike pompe , in glory spred ; Then his triumphant soule he forth had sent , When from his Cimbrian Chariot downe he went . Campania did for Pompeyes good prouide Strong Feuers , which ( if he had then espy'd What would ensue ) were much to be desir'd . But many Cities publike vowes conspir'd , And this so happy sicknesse could deface , Reseruing him to dye with more disgrace : Romes and his fortune onely sau'd his head To be cut off when ouercom'n he fled . This paine the Traytor Lentulus doth scape : Cethegus not disfigur'd in his shape , Enioying all his limbes vnmaimed lyes , And Catiline with his whole carkase dyes . The carefull Mother , when she casts her eyes On Venus Temple in soft lowly wise , Demands the gift of beauty for her Boyes , But askes it for her Girles with greater noyse , At common formes her wish she neuer staies , But for the height of delicacy prayes . And why should'st thou reprooue this prudent choice ? Latona in faire Phaebe doth reioyce . O but Lucretia's haplesse fate deterres , That others wish not such a face as hers ▪ Virginia her sweet feature would forsake , And Rutilaes crook'd backe would gladly take . Where sonnes are beautifull , the parents vext With care and feare , are wretched and perplext . So seldome an exact consent betweene Well fauor'd shapes and chastity is seene . For should they be with holy manners taught In homely houses , such as Sabines wrought : Should bounteous natures lib'rall hand bestow Chast dispositions , modest lookes , which glow With sanguine blushes , ( what more happy thing To Boyes can fauourable nature bring ? Whose inclinations farre more pow'rfull are , Then many keepers and continuall care : ) Yet are they neuer suffer'd to possesse The name of man ; such foule corrupters presse , And by the force of large expences trust , To make their Parents instruments of lust . No Tyrant in his cruell Palace gelt Deformed Youths ; no Noble Child had felt Fierce Neroes rapes , if all wry leg'd had beene ; If in their necks foule swellings had been scene ; If windy tumours had their bellies rays'd ; Or Camels bunches had their backes disprais'd : Goe now with ioy thy young-mans forme affect , Whom greater dangers , and worse Fates expect ; Perhaps he shortly will the title beare Of a profest adult'rer , and will feare To suffer iustly for his wicked fact , Such paines as angry husbands shall exact : Nor can he happier be then Mars his Starre , T' escape those snares which caught the god of warre . Yet oft that griefe to sharper vengeance drawes , Then is permitted by th' indulgent lawes ; Some kill with swords , others with scourges cut , And some th' offenders to foule torments put . But thine Endymion happily will proue Some Matrons Minion , who may merit loue ; Yet when Seruilia him with money hires , He must be hers against his owne desires : Her richest ornaments she off will take , And strip her selfe of Iewels for his sake . What will not Hippia and Catulla giue To those , that with them in adult'ry liue : For wicked women in these base respects Place all their manners , and their whole affects . But thou wilt say , Can beauty hurt the chaste ? Tell me what ioy Hippolitus did taste ; What good seuere Bellerophon receiu'd , When to their pure intents they strictly cleau'd . Both Sthenobaea and the Cretan Queene , Asham'd of their repulse , stirr'd vp their teene : For then a woman breeds most fierce debate , When shame addes piercing stings to cruell hate ▪ How would'st thou counsell him , whom th' Emp'rors wise Resolues to marry in her husbands life : The best and fairest of the Lords must dye ; His life is quencht by Messallinaes eye : She in her nuptiall Robes doth him expect , And openly hath in her gardens deckt A purple marriage bed , nor will refuse To giue a dowre , and ancient Rites to vse . The cunning Wizzard who must tell the doome Of this successe , with Notaries must come : Thou think'st these things are hid from publike view , And but committed to the trust of few . Nay , she will haue her solemne wedding drest With shew of Law : then teach him what is best , He dies ere night vnlesse he will obay ; Admit the crime , he gaines a little stay , Till that which now the common people heares , May come by rumour to the Princes eares : For he is sure to be the last that knowes The secret shame which in his houshold growes : Thy selfe a while to her desires apply , And life for some few dayes so dearely buy . What way soeuer he as best shall chuse , That faire white necke he by the sword must luse . Shall men wish nothing ? wilt thou counsell take , Permit the heau'aly powers the choyce to make , What shall be most conuenient for our Fates , Or bring most profit to our doubtfull states , The prudent gods can place their gifts aright , And grant true goods in stead of vaine delight . A man is neuer to himselfe so deare , As vnto them when they his fortunes steare : We carried with the fury of our minds , And strong affection which our iudgement blinds . Would husbands proue , and fathers , but they see What our wisht children and our wiues will bee : Yet that I may to thee some pray'rs allow , When to the sacred Temples thou do'st vow , Diuinest entrailes in white Pockets found , Pray for a sound mind in a body sound ; Desire braue spirit free from feare of death , Which can esteeme the latest houre of breath , Among the gifts of Nature which can beare All sorrowes from desire and anger cleare , And thinkes the paines of Hercules more blest , Then wanton lust the suppers and soft rest , Where in Sardanapalus ioy'd to liue . I show thee what thou to thy selfe mayst giue ; If thou the way to quiet life wilt treade , No guide but vertue can thee thither leade . No pow'r diuine is euer absent there . Where wisdome dwells , and equall rule doth beare . But we , O Fortune , striue to make thee great , Plac'd as a Goddesse in a heau'nly seate .
A funerall Hymne out of Prudentius . O God , the soules pure fi'ry Spring , Who diff'rent natures wouldst combine : That man whom thou to life didst bring , By weakenesse may to death decline , By thee they both are fram'd aright , They by thy hand vnited be ; And while they ioyne with growing might , Both flesh and spirit liue to thee : But when diuision them recals , They bend their course to seu'rall ends , Into dry earth the body falls , The feruent soule to heau'n ascends : For all created things at length , By slow corruption growing old , Must needs forsake compacted strength , And disagreeing webs vnfold . But thou , deare Lord , hast meanes prepar'd , That death in thine may neuer reigne , And hast vndoubted waies declar'd , How members lost may rise againe : That while those gen'rous rayes are bound In prison vnder fading things ; That part may still be stronger found , Which from aboue directly springs . If man with baser thoughts possest , His will in earthly mud shall drowne ; The soule with such a weight opprest , Is by the body carried downe : But when she mindfull of her birth , Her selfe from vgly spots debarres ; She lifts her friendly house from earth , And beares it with her to the Starres . See how the empty bodies lyes , Where now no liuely soule remaines : Yet when short time with swiftnesse flyes , The height of senses it regaines . Those ages shall be soone at hand , When kindly heate the bones reuiewes ; And shall the former house command , Where liuing blood it shall infuse . Dull carkases to dust now worne , Which long in graues corrupted lay , Shall to the nimble ayre be borne , Where soules before haue led the way . Hence comes it to adorne the graue , With carefull labour men affect : The limbes dissolu'd last honour haue , And fun'rall Rites with pompe are deckt , The custome is to spread abroad White linnens , grac'd with splendour pure , Sabaean Myrrh on bodies strow'd , Preserues them from decay secure . The hollow stones by Caruers wrought , Which in faire monuments are laid , Declare that pledges thither brought , Are not to death but sleepe conuay'd . The pious Christians this ordaine , Beleeuing with a prudent eye , That those shall rise and liue againe , Who now in freezing slumbers lye . He that the dead ( disperst in fields ) In pittie hides , with heapes of molds , To his Almighty Sauiour yeelds , A worke which he with ioy beholds . The same Law warnes vs all to grone , Whom one seuere condition ties , And in anothers death to mone . All Fun'rals , as of our Allies , That Reu'rend man in goodnesse bred , Who blest Tobias did beget , Preferr'd the buriall of the dead Before his meate , though ready set ; He , while the seruants waiting stand , Forsakes the cups , the dishes leaues , And digges a graue with speedy hand , Which with the bones his teares receiues . Rewards from heau'n this worke requite : No slender price is here repaid , God cleares the eyes that saw no light , While Fishes gall on them is laid . Then the Creator would descry , How farre from reason they are led , Who sharpe and bitter things apply , To soules on which new light is spred . He also taught that to no wight , The heau'nly Kingdome can be seene , Till vext with wounds and darksome night , He in the worlds rough waues hath been . The curse of death a blessing finds , Because by this tormenting woe , Steepe waies lye plaine to spotlesse minds , Who to the Starres by sorrowes goe . The bodies which long perisht lay , Returne to liue in better yeeres : That vnion neuer shall decay , Where after death new warmth appeares . The face where now pale colour dwels , Whence foule infection shall arise , The flowres in splendour then excels , When blood the skinne with beauty dies . No age by Times imperious law , With enuious prints the forehead dimmes : No drought , no leanenesse then can draw The moysture from the wither'd limmes . Diseases , which the body eate , Infected with oppressing paines , In midst of torments then shall sweate , Imprison'd in a thousand chaines . The conqu'ring flesh immortall growes , Beholding from the skies aboue , The endlesse groning of her foes , For sorrowes which from them did moue . Why are vndecent howlings mixt By liuing men in such a case ? Why are decrees so sweetly fixt , Reprou'd with discontented face ? Let all complaints and murmurs faile ; Ye tender mothers stay your teares , Let none their children deare bewaile , For life renew'd in death appeares . So buried seeds , though dry and dead , Againe with smiling greenenesse spring : And from the hollow furrowes bred , Attempt new eares of corne to bring . Earth , take this man with kind embrace , In thy soft bosome him conceiue : For humane members here I place , And gen'rous parts in trust I leaue . This house , the soule her guest once felt , Which from the Makers mouth proceeds : Here sometime feruent wisdome dwelt , Which Christ the Prince of Wisedome breeds . A cou'ring for this body make , The Author neuer will forget His workes ; nor will those lookes forsake , In which he hath his Picture set . For when the course of time is past , And all our hopes fulfill'd shall be , Thou op'ning must restore at last , The limbes in shape which now we see . Nor if long age with pow'rfull reigne , Shall turne the bones to scatter'd dust ; And onely ashes shall retaine , In compasse of a handfull thrust : Nor if swift Floods , or strong command Of Windes through empty Ayre haue tost The members with the flying Sand ; Yet man is neuer fully lost , O God , while mortall bodies are Recall'd by thee , and form'd againe . What happy seate wilt thou prepare , Where spotlesse soules may safe remaine , In Abrahams bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus , whose flowry Crowne The rich man doth farre off espie , While him sharpe fiery torments drowne . Thy words , O Sauiour we respect , Whose triumph driues black Death to losse , When in thy steps thou would'st direct The Thiefe thy fellow on the Crosse . The faithfull see a shining way , Whose length to Paradise extends , This can them to those trees conuay , Lost by the Serpents cunning ends . To Thee I pray , most certaine Guide : O let this soule which thee obay'd , In her faire birth-place pure abide , From which she , banisht , long hath stray'd . While we vpon the couer'd bones Sweet violets and leaues will throw : The title and the cold hard stones , Shall with our liquid odours flow . FINIS .