The
iust
Downfall
of
three
notorious
Sinners
,
v●●
.
Weston
,
Mistris
Turner
,
and
Fra●●klin
.
Who
all
suffered
death
for
the
Murder
of
Sir
THOMAS
OVERBVRY
,
who
was
poysoned
in
the
Tower
.
LOoking
lately
into
the
customes
of
this
Age
,
and
coniecturing
the
inward
affections
of
men
,
I
gather
that
the
world
is
the
house
of
confusion
,
and
the
inhabitants
thereof
set
vpon
mischiefe
:
for
the
seauen
Capital
Sinnes
are
growne
to
such
a
custome
,
that
our
eyes
want
no
allurements
to
bewitch
,
our
eares
no
perswasions
to
seduce
,
nor
our
senses
no
subtlety
to
affect
:
Which
seizing
on
the
hearts
of
men
,
haue
brought
forth
many
pernicious
children
,
to
the
hurt
of
Nature
;
some
like
Centaures
,
begotten
of
clouds
,
as
Ambition
;
some
like
Serpents
nourished
in
dunghils
,
as
Sensuality
;
some
like
Vapors
,
raysed
vp
to
bee
consumed
,
as
Flattery
,
and
such
like
:
generally
all
dangerous
and
full
of
trouble
:
therefore
(
is
it
in
the
sense
of
man
)
most
fitting
to
haue
the
painting
taken
off
from
these
foule
faces
,
the
couers
pulled
off
from
these
cups
of
Poyson
,
and
the
couert
of
this
bed
of
Serpents
ripped
vp
,
that
wee
may
discerne
what
hath
long
time
beene
hidden
cunningly
.
The
first
that
presents
himselfe
vpon
our
Stage
,
If
we
call
Ambition
,
catching
at
nothing
but
Stars
,
〈◊〉
onely
for
Greatnesse
:
this
is
hee
,
that
cunningly
can
inuent
stratagems
to
his
own
ouerthrow
,
giuing
Pens
occasion
to
write
Tragedies
:
if
hee
rise
from
obscurity
,
(
as
many
haue
done
)
hee
laboureth
to
be
skilfull
in
those
things
,
which
are
most
pleasing
to
the
greater
sort
,
and
tollerable
among
the
Commons
:
His
study
is
for
prayse
,
and
not
for
Vertue
:
His
lookes
like
Mausolus
Tombe
,
faire
and
comely
without
,
but
within
nothing
but
rotten
bones
,
and
●orrupt
practises
:
his
apparrell
increaseth
with
his
●ortune
,
and
as
worldly
affaires
direct
him
,
so
su●eth
he
both
fashions
and
affections
:
in
his
study
he
●ffecteth
singularity
,
and
is
proud
in
beeing
Author
of
a
new
Stratagem
:
if
hee
chance
to
come
into
the
●ye
of
the
World
,
he
then
creepes
into
the
fauour
of
some
great
Personage
,
in
feeding
whose
humors
(
to
relieue
his
wants
)
he
makes
intrusion
into
som
heritage
,
and
matcheth
not
according
to
his
birth
,
but
to
the
increase
of
his
fortune
;
and
by
that
meanes
,
by
hooke
or
crooke
,
hee
attaineth
to
some
place
in
the
Court
.
Then
begins
he
with
guifts
to
win
hearts
;
by
fained
humility
to
auoyd
hatred
;
by
offices
of
friendship
,
to
bind
his
equals
;
by
cunning
insinuations
to
worke
his
Superiors
;
by
which
meanes
he
is
held
to
be
worthily
a
Statesman
.
Being
growne
to
this
step
higher
,
the
authority
likes
him
not
without
the
stile
,
wherein
if
any
crosse
him
,
looke
for
poyson
in
his
cup
,
or
conspiracy
in
his
walkes
:
yea
so
pestilent
is
his
nature
,
that
(
like
fire
raked
vp
in
embers
)
he
neuer
sheweth
but
to
consume
both
himselfe
and
others
:
if
he
perceiue
any
that
by
ripe
iudgement
conceiteth
his
courses
,
with
him
he
ioyneth
,
as
if
he
sought
his
onely
protection
vnder
the
wing
of
his
Glory
,
but
the
very
truth
is
,
he
hath
no
other
intent
but
this
,
to
clip
the
wings
of
his
renowne
for
feare
he
flye
beyond
him
:
if
the
nature
of
the
Nobleman
whom
he
enuieth
be
gentle
,
hee
bringeth
him
in
feare
,
either
of
his
own
seruants
in
his
household
,
or
his
familiars
that
loue
his
honour
,
or
else
some
mislike
betwixt
his
Prince
and
him
,
sworne
and
confirmed
by
flatteries
and
intelligences
,
till
the
noble-man
looseth
either
his
land
,
authority
,
or
place
;
and
hee
attaine
both
his
stile
and
promotion
:
yet
play
he
neuer
so
cunningly
,
such
vncertaine
honors
beget
daily
dangers
,
&
make
him
careles
of
his
soules
prosperity
:
for
then
there
entreth
intohis
mind
a
delightfull
sin
called
curiosity
,
by
which
,
to
make
him
more
able
in
other
mischiefs
,
he
giues
entertainment
to
witches
and
charmers
,
and
consorts
himselfe
with
nouell-mongers
,
and
strange
inuenters
of
banquets
,
to
set
lust
on
fire
,
and
that
can
deuise
confections
to
besot
youth
with
luxury
,
that
for
an
ireful
man
can
worke
strange
reuenges
,
for
a
fearefull
,
a
strong
tower
to
keepe
him
in
:
to
be
excellent
at
poysons
,
to
kill
lingringly
,
like
the
Italian
.
But
again
to
our
purpose
.
To
the
Ambitious
man
ther
is
commonly
belonging
a
rusticke
troupe
of
Flatterers
,
Bauds
,
Adulterers
Soothers
,
and
such
like
,
that
hating
〈◊〉
vertue
makes
sin
seeme
pleasing
,
which
〈◊〉
in
the
flexible
heart
such
a
sweet
desire
of
forbidden
pleasures
,
that
it
euen
surfets
and
growes
sicke
with
excesse
;
Lust
and
Adultery
I
meane
;
which
I
describe
in
this
maner
.
It
is
the
most
insolent
of
all
things
,
it
troubles
the
mind
,
and
taketh
away
the
Empire
of
liberty
,
it
confounds
Memory
,
kils
Prouidence
,
and
treads
downe
good
Counsell
.
Offends
not
hee
the
Law
that
takes
possession
of
another
mans
free-hold
,
and
makes
a
Common
of
his
Neighbours
Inclosure
?
Adulterers
,
I
say
,
haue
no
Spirit
to
goodnesse
,
nor
will
they
bee
by
any
Councell
moued
to
godlinesse
:
for
their
felicity
is
in
the
surfets
of
the
flesh
,
and
the
pleasures
thereof
bring
nothing
but
too
deare
repentance
:
the
Adulterer
spights
him
most
that
examines
his
proceedings
;
and
plots
his
ouerthrow
that
doth
but
touch
his
infirmities
.
Oh!
what
an
enemy
is
it
to
vertue
,
the
onely
wrack
of
wealth
,
and
plaine
high
way
to
pouerty
?
The
Adulterer
is
so
blinded
in
heart
,
and
so
hardened
withall
,
that
he
can
hardly
look
vp
toward
Heauen
to
behold
Gods
iust
Iudgements
:
yet
so
iust
and
sure
they
are
that
in
all
ages
this
vile
sin
hath
been
seuerely
punished
,
as
by
the
example
of
Iudas
,
iustice
on
Thamar
,
Dauids
adultery
with
Vrias
wife
punished
in
his
son
Absolon
,
thousands
of
men
dyed
in
the
fields
of
Moab
for
this
fault
,
threescore
thousand
of
the
children
of
Israell
were
put
to
the
sword
for
the
rauishing
onely
of
a
Leuites
Wife
:
of
all
sins
it
is
in
nature
the
most
odious
,
and
brings
with
it
the
greatest
shame
vnto
〈◊〉
:
it
is
a
sin
that
hath
made
the
earth
drunke
with
blood
,
to
the
confusion
of
many
Townes
and
Cities
.
Sodome
and
Gomorah
were
consumed
with
fire
for
Incest
and
Adultery
:
Troy
a
proud
City
made
a
plow-land
for
the
same
sin
.
It
was
the
onely
adulteries
of
the
French
,
that
caused
a
Massaker
of
foure-score
thousand
,
by
the
ringing
of
one
bell
.
Let
not
the
Strumpets
eye
,
saies
one
of
the
Sages
of
Greece
,
shine
vpon
the
countenance
of
young
men
,
least
with
the
Basaliske
it
pearce
vnto
the
death
:
for
her
malice
is
as
lightening
,
and
more
raging
then
the
shee
Beare
:
vpon
her
attends
malicious
hatred
,
whose
felicity
is
onely
to
reioyce
at
the
harmes
of
others
,
giuing
more
affliction
to
them
that
are
most
troubled
with
affliction
,
where
if
any
offend
her
,
she
admits
no
reconciliation
,
but
liues
as
a
partiall
iudge
in
her
own
cause
:
if
she
heares
the
aduancement
of
vertue
then
growes
she
pensiue
,
and
if
she
want
credit
amongst
the
mighty
,
then
falls
shee
working
with
the
meaner
sort
:
she
smiles
not
vpon
any
man
but
to
betray
him
,
nor
giues
him
countenance
but
to
vndoe
him
,
nor
contriues
any
Stratagems
without
Murder
,
nor
dwels
by
any
neighbour
but
to
hurt
him
;
and
if
she
be
but
crossed
in
her
will
,
she
euer
frets
her selfe
away
in
anger
,
and
after
in
hate
and
malice
becomes
infamous
:
for
her
loue
is
a
minute
,
but
her
spight
ouerlasting
.
Her
hand
beeing
once
dipt
in
mischiefe
,
she
neuer
walkes
abroad
but
in
suspition
,
fearing
to
be
accused
by
vertue
,
and
still
liues
in
dread
of
her
good
Fortune
:
yet
by
nature
is
she
such
,
that
shee
hath
courage
enough
to
aduenture
on
any
sinne
.
An
ambitious
woman
shewes
her selfe
to
be
a
troublesome
disturber
of
the
world
,
powerfull
to
make
small
things
great
,
and
great
,
monstrous
:
Enuy
by
nature
is
greeued
at
the
Prosperity
of
others
:
hee
enuieth
the
Great
in
that
he
cannot
Equall
them
,
he
enuieth
the
weake
,
dreading
they
should
compare
themselues
with
him
:
he
enuieth
his
Equalls
because
they
should
not
become
his
Companions
:
in
Kingdomes
,
Common-Wealths
,
Princes
Courts
and
Ambitious
mens
Houses
,
he
is
still
working
:
no
Man
hunteth
after
Honor
but
he
affronts
him
,
onely
the
miserable
man
hee
enuies
not
,
because
(
being
kept
in
Prison
)
hee
feares
not
his
risings
,
yet
hath
hee
a
scorne
ouer
him
.
Machiuell
knowing
the
venome
of
this
vice
,
gaue
his
sonne
this
last
and
not
least
instruction
:
that
he
should
not
be
enuious
,
but
to
doe
(
saith
hee
)
such
deeds
that
others
may
enuy
thee
:
for
to
be
enuied
is
the
token
of
good
desert
,
but
to
be
enuious
the
signe
of
a
foolish
nature
,
which
verifies
the
saying
of
Marcus
Tullius
the
Orator
,
that
the
most
florishing
fortune
is
most
enuied
at
.
But
now
to
be
more
familiar
in
my
discourse
:
wher
Ambition
,
Adultery
,
Pride
,
Enuy
,
Malice
,
and
such
like
Capitall
Sins
haue
set
in
foote
,
there
cannot
chuse
but
follow
Murder
and
confusion
,
and
where
the
foundation
is
layd
with
bloud
,
there
can
be
a
building
but
of
small
continuance
,
but
where
Honors
haue
a
true
beginning
,
a
ground
of
vertue
springing
vp
by
noble
deserts
,
continued
by
Wisedome
and
maintayned
with
Care
,
there
cannot
choose
but
follow
a
fruitfull
haruest
,
and
a
plentifull
Winter
:
contrariwise
to
obtaine
sodaine
Honors
begets
Pride
and
Vaineglory
:
Pride
and
Vainglory
are
the
cherishers
of
Enuy
and
Mallice
:
Enuy
and
Mallice
the
Nurses
of
Bloudshed
&
Murder
,
in
which
whosoeuer
dippeth
but
the
tip
of
his
finger
,
giues
to
his
Soule
a
scarlet
staine
,
which
neuer
can
be
cleare
vntill
the
dissolution
of
the
body
,
and
then
well
are
they
that
can
wash
it
away
with
the
true
teares
of
repentance
.
Brittle
is
that
greatnesse
that
fadeth
in
a
moment
,
and
vaine
the
ioy
that
is
vnwisely
lost
.
He
that
hath
a
sodaine
rise
and
can
wisely
stand
,
is
a
most
happy
worldling
,
but
he
that
forgets
himselfe
on
the
Pinacle
of
prosperity
,
is
besotted
with
arrogancy
:
therefore
let
him
that
hunts
for
honors
in
Princes
Courts
,
wander
in
an
euen
passage
,
for
dangerous
are
the
proceedings
and
busines
of
a
Statesman
.
Take
this
for
an
example
:
suppose
that
a
young
man
from
the
lowest
ebbe
of
worldly
chance
haue
the
aduancement
of
Greatnesse
laid
vpon
his
shoulders
,
will
it
not
for
a
time
seeme
a
heauy
burthen
,
and
a
great
trouble
to
his
new
transformed
fortunes
?
Will
not
the
pride
of
his
heart
swell
to
a
full
Sea
;
euen
ready
to
burst
ouer
the
bankes
of
his
Honour-giuer
?
Then
rightly
may
the
Picture
of
ingratitude
be
imprinted
in
his
fore-front
,
playing
the
Viper
to
his
high
forunes
first
beginner
.
Being
thus
intituled
with
State-Offices
,
hath
hee
not
many
soothers
in
sin
,
personages
of
base
condition
attending
him
,
hemming
him
round
with
perswasions
of
selfe
conceit
,
which
for
a
need
will
venture
their
liues
to
gaine
him
the
commands
of
his
will
:
what
becomes
of
such
follies
but
a
sorrowfull
repentance
,
and
no
recouery
?
All
you
that
haue
your
harts
pierced
with
sad
considerations
,
take
this
for
a
remembrance
of
greefe
,
that
is
,
that
when
a
Woman
of
noble
Parentage
,
placed
on
the
mountaine
of
smiling
chance
,
hauing
the
dignity
of
Greatnesse
shining
on
her
fore-head
,
should
humble
her selfe
to
base
conditions
,
giuing
her
whole
mind
to
malicious
hatred
,
secret
consents
of
iniquity
,
selfewill
and
wicked
proceedings
,
neuer
pacified
till
the
end
of
damned
performances
.
Oh!
was
not
this
woman
created
for
a
deep
sorrow
to
her
Alliance
,
a
great
greefe
vnto
her
Country
,
and
a
foule
staine
vnto
her
owne
reputation
?
Is
it
not
also
a
lamentable
example
for
a
Gentleman
of
good
birth
and
calling
,
placed
in
dignity
in
high
office
and
charge
for
his
Country
,
to
giue
way
by
consent
to
a
bloudy
stratagem
,
and
for
feare
of
the
displeasures
of
Groatnes
intangle
himselfe
in
the
snares
of
reproch
?
Will
not
this
also
be
a
continuall
remembrance
to
his
posterity
,
and
a
barre
of
disgrace
branding
the
coat-Armes
of
his
house
,
to
haue
the
common
course
of
Iustice
passe
vpon
him
in
the
eye
of
the
multitude
?
Is
it
not
also
great
pitty
that
for
want
of
grace
some
of
a
seruile
(
yet
an
obseruing
condition
)
should
from
the
golden
meane
of
low
estate
wait
at
the
elbow
of
Greatnes
,
and
bring
fuel
to
their
fire
of
iniquity
,
wherein
at
the
length
they
themselues
are
likewise
consumed
?
Oh!
wherefore
should
simplicity
thus
blind
vp
their
eyes
of
vnderstanding
,
to
be
thus
the
instruments
of
such
dangerous
drifts
,
that
ayme
at
nothing
but
grudge
and
mallice
?
If
with
Solons
saying
they
had
sealed
vp
their
hearts
,
Remember
the
end
,
this
had
neuer
been
:
then
how
are
they
led
away
with
amisse
,
that
hauing
the
guifts
of
art
and
experience
,
the
secrets
of
the
simples
of
Physick
,
ordained
by
God
for
mans
good
vse
,
should
by
the
Diuell
&
them
be
conuerted
thus
to
malignant
purposes
?
if
the
feare
of
God
had
shined
in
their
hearts
,
it
would
haue
beene
a
light
to
haue
led
them
fro●
all
those
darke
practises
,
which
haue
now
spotted
the
foreheads
of
their
reputations
with
the
markes
of
blacke
infamy
.
Shame
cannot
choose
but
be
the
reward
of
such
enterprisers
,
that
for
the
fauor
of
Greatnes
will
dip
their
hands
in
the
blood
of
Innocents
,
and
euen
as
it
were
worke
against
nature
:
Oh
more
then
sauage
minded
Creatures
!
in
the
very
deepnesse
of
your
blacke
and
bloody
imaginations
(
imboldened
by
whomsoeuer
)
this
might
haue
beene
your
Memento
,
in
which
I
conclude
,
that
strange
and
wonderfull
are
Gods
iudgements
,
that
in
these
fore-passed
stratagems
haue
shined
in
great
glory
:
say
you
then
that
bloud
innocently
shed
is
layd
vp
in
Heauens
Treasury
,
not
one
drop
of
it
can
be
lost
,
but
lent
out
to
Vsury
:
water
poured
forth
,
sincks
downe
quietly
into
the
earth
,
but
bloud
spilt
on
the
ground
,
sprinkles
vp
to
the
Firmament
.
Murder
is
wide-mouthed
,
and
will
not
let
God
rest
till
he
grant
reuenge
,
not
onely
the
bloud
of
the
slaughtered
,
but
the
soule
of
the
innocent
ascending
to
his
throne
,
crying
out
and
exclaiming
for
Iustice
,
which
(
the
Lord
be
praised
)
hath
beene
,
and
will
be
carefully
followed
by
the
learned
and
worthy
Magistrates
of
this
Kingdome
,
whom
the
Lord
God
prosper
and
protect
in
all
their
proceedings
,
to
which
let
all
true
hearts
say
Amen
.
Mistrís
Turners
Teares
,
for
the
Murder
of
Sir
Thomas
Ouerbury
,
who
was
poysoned
in
the
Tower
of
London
.
IF
euer
teares
fell
from
a
Wretches
eies
,
I
am
that
Creature
:
waues
on
waues
doe
rise
So
fast
,
and
swell
so
high
,
they
drowne
my
soule
In
her
owne
crimes
,
as
numberlesse
as
foule
.
Oh
had
my
cradle
bin
my
sodaine
Graue
,
In
peace
my
Soule
had
slept
,
which
is
a
slaue
Now
both
to
sinne
and
shame
:
I
had
not
then
Been
of
God
hated
,
and
so
scorn'd
of
Men.
Vnhappy
was
the
Wombe
that
lent
me
breath
,
Would
it
had
bin
the
Charnell-house
of
Death
,
Had
I
bin
stisled
there
,
them
had
my
flight
To
heauen
bin
like
a
Doues
,
with
winges
more
white
.
O
would
to
God
the
Day
when
I
was
borne
,
Had
from
the
Calender
of
time
beene
torne
,
Where
now
it
stands
accursed
,
and
does
beare
The
marke
of
a
most
fatall
Character
.
Many
a
Widdow
reading
there
my
name
,
Will
curse
it
,
&
the
leafe
that
holds
the
same
:
Children
as
yet
vnborne
,
comming
to
spell
,
Will
take
it
for
a
Furies
name
in
Hell
;
And
casting
by
the
Booke
no
more
will
read
,
But
onely
learne
to
heape
vppon
my
head
Wishes
of
mischeefe
though
in
Graue
I
lye
,
For
to
confound
mee
euerlastingly
.
But
leauing
this
,
let
my
sad
Story
tell
▪
Both
from
what
height
I
fall
,
&
how
I
fell
:
That
though
time
present
does
not
mone
my
state
Yet
times
to
come
may
pitty
my
hard
fate
.
My
birth
was
faire
,
my
bringing
vp
was
good
,
My
dayes
were
golden
in
my
widdow-hood
,
And
might
haue
been
so
still
,
but
climbers
hye
Beyond
their
reach
must
downe
,
and
so
doe
I.
Plenty
and
I
at
board
together
sate
,
I
fed
with
Diues
,
dranke
in
richest
plate
:
Wore
ritch
attires
,
tasted
all
worldly
pleasure
,
But
nere
had
care
to
hoord
vp
heau'nly
treasure
.
With
Eue
I
might
haue
liu'd
in
Paradise
,
But
that
a
Serpent
did
my
Soule
intice
To
touch
forbidden
fruit
,
which
relish'd
well
In
chewing
,
but
being
downe
it
smelt
of
Hell
.
T
was
not
one
onely
Apple
to
deuoure
,
For
which
I
long'd
;
my
hunger
gap'd
at
more
,
At
a
whole
tree
I
look'd
:
it
was
a
Tree
,
Me thought
the
goodliest
mortall
eyes
could
see
,
This
Tree
I
climb'd
,
and
as
I
pluckt
it
grew
Still
fresh
and
fresh
,
the
boughs
were
euer
new
;
The
branches
euer
greene
,
bushy
and
faire
,
It
seem'd
the
Darling
both
of
sunne
and
ayre
.
But
when
my
Soule
lookt
vp
with
open
eyes
,
I
saw
the
top-bough
brauing
euen
the
skies
,
When
the
root
stuck
in
Hell
,
where
looking
in
I
knew
it
then
to
be
the
tree
of
sinne
.
And
though
my
Conscience
told
me
I
should
fall
,
If
that
I
leand
to
:
nothing
could
appall
My
setled
resolution
,
I
would
on
,
Though
still
before
me
stood
damnation
.
From
this
I
pluckt
the
guilded
fruit
of
pride
,
Like
Queen-apples
they
shew'd
,
for
euery
side
Was
ruddy
and
alluring
,
but
(
what
trust
Is
in
vaine
earth
?
)
being
toucht
they
turne
to
dust
.
From
this
I
suckt
Enchantments
which
drunk
well
,
And
luscious
sweet
,
yet
prou'd
the
milke
of
hell
:
Hence
did
I
gather
poysonous
drugges
to
kill
Such
as
withstood
my
friends
,
or
crost
my
wil.
Lust
often
lay
within
my
widdowed
sheetes
,
And
taught
me
how
to
tast
forbidden
sweetes
,
And
that
toward
hell
I
might
go
one
step
furder
The
last
and
worst
I
went
into
was
murder
.
O
crying
sinne
!
which
smothered
nere
so
deep
,
In
caues
,
which
silent
night
her selfe
does
keep
,
Bound
vp
in
darknes
,
like
the
steeme
of
Hell
which
none
can
peirce
;
yet
the
black
deed
to
tell
Euen
graues
of
dead
men
(
rotten
long
agoe
,
)
Will
open
wide
:
Vengeance
walks
often
slow
To
our
weak
sight
,
but
when
to
Strike
it
stands
,
On
Heau'ns
high
Tower
,
it
hath
a
1000.
hands
.
Th'
Almighties
Arrowes
fly
both
sure
&
strong
,
And
where
they
hit
great
Oakes
fall
all
along
.
No
hidden
mark
but
stands
within
his
eie
,
And
that
he
cleaues
,
when
forth
his
wrath
does
flie
.
Witnesse
my selfe
and
others
,
who
defying
The
busiest
searching
Sun-beam
from
descrying
Where
Villany
lay
lurking
,
wrapd
in
clouds
,
so
safe
we
thought
as
dead
men
in
their
shrouds
When
to
Mans
Sense
t
was
as
impossible
Mountaines
to
moue
,
as
find
a
tongue
durst
tel
Our
buried
plots
;
See!
they
are
rent
and
torne
By
Gods
least
finger
;
and
we
left
in
Scorne
.
Our
maskes
pluckd
off
,
our
faces
now
appeare
writ
Such
as
they
are
indeed
,
not
as
they
were
,
Plain
on
our
browes
are
our
close
mischiefes
Who
most
did
hide
,
now
most
discouer
it
.
The
Wolues
are
caught
in
snares
;
the
shepherd
now
Knows
that
a
Lamb
was
slain
,
by
whom
&
how
,
The
blood
of
whom
by
cruell
friend
so
spilt
,
Flowes
like
a
Sea
,
yet
washes
off
no
guilt
.
If
any
aske
mee
,
why
I
was
so
led
,
And
why
so
neere
to
hell
I
ventured
,
I
was
bewitch'd
,
for
what
I
did
behold
,
Was
a
most
bitter
Pil
,
but
wrap'd
in
gold
.
That
liquorish
baite
intic'd
me
take
it
downe
,
As
wholesom
Physick
,
but
(
with
shame
)
t
is
known
No
poison
can
so
soone
destroy
the
Soule
,
The
out-side
glorious
,
but
the
inside
foule
.
O
Gold
!
thou
glittering
diuel
that
confoundest
The
Richest
,
Fairest
,
Strongest
,
wisest
,
Soundest
,
Would
God
,
as
He
to
Indians
is
vnknown
,
That
so
their
Drossy
God
were
theirs
Alone
.
Soules
would
not
tumble
then
so
fast
to
Hell
,
Nor
of
my
Fall
should
I
this
Story
tell
,
Terror
to
Soule
and
Body
,
had
not
Heauen
,
To
sinnes
more
high
and
horrid
,
pardon
giuen
.
Pardon
of
thee
(
sweet
Iesus
)
then
I
craue
,
What
thou
hast
Bought
and
Payd
for
deerely
Saue
.
Men
,
let
me
beg
forgiuenes
from
you
too
Because
I
did
more
then
my
Sex
should
doe
.
And
you
of
Modest
dames
that
beare
the
note
,
And
my
blacke
Name
quite
from
your
tables
blot
,
As
I
am
lost
,
so
let
my
fault
I
craue
,
And
write
Obliuion
on
my
wretched
Graue
.
You
Fathers
whome
of
Children
I
bereaue
,
You
Children
whom
of
Parents
I
deceaue
,
You
Wiues
whom
Husbandles
my
Guilt
does
make
,
Forgiue
me
All
:
of
All
this
Leaue
I
take
.
Heauen
frownes
to
looke
vpon
me
and
my
Sin
,
Earth
trembles
that
by
her
I
fed
haue
bin
.
My
very
breath
poysons
the
Aire
about
me
,
Hell
onely
is
within
me
and
without
me
.
Yet
in
despite
of
Hell
,
from
Heauen
comes
down
Mercy
,
I
see
holding
a
glorious
Crown
O●
immortality
ouer
my
faint
head
,
Iesus
in
that
and
thee
I
'me
Comforted
.
Strengthen
my
weake
heart
,
Death
is
fearefull
grim
,
One
finger
of
thy
Hand
can
vanquish
him
:
Giue
to
my
fleeting
Soule
a
prosperous
gaile
;
That
I
to
Blest
Ierusalem
may
Saile
.
FINIS
.
Master
Westons
Teares
,
for
the
Murder
of
Sir
Thomas
Ouerbury
who
was
poysoned
in
the
Tower
of
London
.
GOD
of
my
Soule
and
Body
,
haue
mercy
vpon
mee
:
the
one
I
haue
cast
away
by
my
folly
,
&
the
other
is
likely
to
perish
in
thy
Fury
,
vnlesse
in
thy
great
mercy
thou
Saue
it
.
My
Sinnes
are
deepe
Seas
to
drowne
mee
▪
I
am
swallowed
vp
in
the
bottomles
Gulph
of
my
owne
transgressions
.
With
Caine
I
haue
beene
a
Murderer
,
and
with
Iudas
a
Betrayer
of
the
Innocent
.
My
body
is
a
Slaue
to
Sathan
,
and
my
wretched
Soule
is
deuoured
vp
by
Hell
.
Black
haue
bin
my
thoughts
,
and
blacker
are
my
deeds
.
I
haue
beene
the
Diuells
instrument
,
and
am
now
become
the
Scorne
of
Men
,
a
Serpent
vpon
earth
,
and
an
Out-cast
from
Heauen
.
What
therefore
can
become
of
me
(
miserable
Caytiffe
?
)
if
I
looke
vp
to
my
Redeemer
,
to
him
I
am
an
Arch
Traitor
,
if
vpon
Earth
,
it
is
drowned
with
Blood
of
my
shedding
,
if
into
Hell
,
there
I
see
my
Conscience
,
burning
in
the
Brimstone
lake
.
God
of
my
Soule
and
Body
haue
mercy
therefore
vpon
mee
,
Saue
me
,
O
saue
me
,
or
else
I
perish
for
euer
,
I
die
for
euer
in
the
world
to
come
,
vnlesse
(
sweet
Lord
)
thou
catchest
my
repentant
Soule
in
thine
Armes
;
O
saue
mee
,
saue
me
,
saue
me
.
FINIS
.
Iames
Franklin
A
Kentishman
of
Maidstone
,
his
owne
Arraignment
,
Confession
,
Condemnation
,
and
Iudgement
of
Himselfe
,
whilst
hee
lay
Prisoner
●n
the
Kings
Bench
for
the
Poysoning
of
Sir
Thomas
Ouerbury
.
I
Am
Arraign'd
at
the
black
dreadfull
Barre
,
Where
Sinnes
(
so
red
as
Scarlet
)
Iudges
are
;
All
my
Inditements
are
my
horrid
Crimes
,
Whose
Story
will
affright
succeeding
Times
,
As
(
now
)
they
driue
the
present
into
wonder
,
Making
Men
tremble
,
as
trees
struck
with
Thunder
.
If
any
askes
what
Euidence
comes
in
,
O
't
is
my
Conscience
,
which
hath
euer
bin
A
thousand
witnesses
:
and
now
it
tells
A
Tale
,
to
cast
me
to
ten
thousand
Hells
.
The
Iury
are
my
Thoughts
(
vpright
in
this
,
)
They
sentence
me
to
death
for
doing
amisse
▪
Examinations
more
there
need
not
then
,
●han
what
's
confest
heere
both
to
God
and
Men.
The
Crier
of
the
Court
is
my
black
Shame
,
Which
when
it
cals
my
Iury
,
doth
proclaime
〈◊〉
(
as
they
are
summon'd
)
they
appeare
,
To
giue
true
Verdict
of
the
Prisoner
,
They
shall
haue
heauy
Fines
vppon
them
set
,
Such
as
may
make
them
dye
deep
in
Heauens
debt
.
About
mee
round
sit
Innocence
and
Truth
,
As
Clerkes
to
this
high
Court
;
and
little
Ruth
Because
my
facts
are
barbarous
,
damn'd
,
and
base
.
The
Serieants
that
about
mee
(
thick
)
are
plac't
,
To
guard
me
to
my
death
▪
(
when
I
am
cast
)
Are
the
black
stings
my
speckled
soule
now
feeles
,
Wich
like
to
Furies
dog
me
close
at
heeles
.
The
Hangman
,
that
attends
me
is
Despaire
,
And
gnawing
wormes
my
fellow-Prisoners
are
.
His
first
Inditement
for
Murder
.
THe
first
who
(
at
this
Sessions
)
loud
doth
call
me
,
Is
Murder
,
whose
grim
visage
doth
appall
me
,
His
eyes
are
fires
,
his
voyce
rough
windes
out-rores
,
And
on
my
head
the
Diuine
Vengeance
scores
:
So
fast
and
fearfully
I
sinke
to
grownd
,
And
wish
I
were
in
twenty
Oceans
drownd
.
He
sayes
I
haue
a
bloudy
villaine
bin
,
And
(
to
proue
this
)
ripe
Euidence
steps
in
,
Brow'd
like
my selfe
:
Iustice
so
brings
about
,
That
black
sinnes
still
hunt
one
another
out
:
'T
is
like
a
rotten
frame
ready
to
fall
,
For
one
maine
Post
being
shaken
,
puls
downe
all
.
To
this
Indictment
,
(
holding
vp
my
hand
,
)
Fettered
with
Terrors
more
then
Irons
I
stand
,
And
being
ask'd
what
to
the
bill
I
say
,
Guilty
I
cry
.
O
dreadfull
Sessions-day
!
His
second
Indictment
for
poysoning
.
ANother
,
forthwith
bids
me
come
to
'th
Barre
,
(
Poyson
)
that
Hel-borne
cunning
Sorcer●r
,
That
windes
himselfe
into
a
thousand
formes
,
And
when
the
day
is
brightest
flings
downe
stormes
.
This
hath
an
Angels
face
,
a
Mermaids
tongue
,
This
is
the
Coward
Sinne
,
which
(
like
a
Pill
,
)
When
't
is
most
guilded
,
is
most
sure
to
kill
.
Whether
this
Hel-hownd
strike
at
Morne
or
Night
,
So
trecherous
,
close
,
and
speedy
is
his
fight
,
That
Armors
all-of-proofe
,
nor
Towers
of
Stone
,
Can
barre
his
bloody
Execution
.
This
Snake
with
the
smooth
skin
hiss'd
out
my
name
Mongst
others
more
,
and
venom'd
me
with
shame
That
rancles
to
the
soule
.
It
sayes
that
I
(
For
a
poore
golden
handfull
)
did
defie
Heauen
and
Saluation
,
when
I
gaue
consent
To
teare
the
bowels
of
an
Innocent
With
lingring
poysons
of
themselues
too
strong
,
But
that
their
working
God
put
off
so
long
;
That
darker
deeds
(
by
this
)
the
light
may
try
,
Which
now
perhaps
in
worser
bosomes
lye
.
To
this
Inditement
holding
vp
my
hand
,
(
Fettered
with
Terrors
more
then
Irons
I
stand
)
And
being
askd
what
to
the
Bill
I
say
,
Guilty
I
cry
.
O
dreadfull
Sessions-Day
!
His
third
for
raising
of
Spirits
&c.
IN
rushes
then
a
heape
of
Accusations
,
For
all
those
Godlesse
damn'd
Abhominations
,
Rais'd
by
the
black
Art
,
and
a
Coniurers
spelles
:
As
to
call
Spirits
euen
from
the
deepest
Hells
,
To
fetch
back
theeues
that
with
stoln
goods
are
gone
,
And
calculate
natiuities
:
such
a
one
Credulity
of
fooles
and
women
made
me
,
And
to
that
glorious
infamy
betraide
me
.
A
Cunning
man
,
a
Wise
man
were
my
stile
,
Art
knew
I
none
,
nor
did
I
euer
reach
A
bough
of
learnings
tree
;
what
I
did
teach
To
others
,
or
did
practise
,
it
was
all
Cheating
,
false
,
apish
,
diabollicall
.
To
this
being
likewise
ask'd
,
what
I
can
say
,
I
guilty
cry
.
O
dreadfull
Sessions
day
!
This
Diuells
coate
to
my
body
made
I
fit
,
Braue
was
the
outside
,
thrid-bare
was
the
wit
.
His
Iudgment
.
FOr
these
thick
Stygian
streams
in
which
th'
ast
swom
Thy
guilt
hath
on
the
laid
this
bitter
doome
;
Thy
loath'd
life
on
a
tree
of
shame
must
take
A
leaue
compeld
by
Law
,
er'e
old
age
make
Her
signed
pass-port
ready
.
Thy
offence
,
No
longer
can
for
daies
on
earth
dispense
.
Time
blot
thy
name
out
of
this
bloody
roule
,
And
so
the
Lord
haue
mercy
on
thy
soule
.
His
speech
what
he
could
say
for
himselfe
.
O
wreched
Caitiffe
!
what
perswasiue
breath
Can
call
back
this
iust
sentence
of
quick
death
?
I
beg
no
boone
,
but
mercy
at
Gods
hands
,
(
The
King
of
Kinges
,
the
Soueraigne
that
commands
Both
soule
and
body
)
O
let
him
forgiue
My
treason
to
his
Throne
,
and
whilst
I
liue
,
Iebbits
and
Racks
shall
torture
limbe
by
limbe
,
Through
worlds
of
Deaths
I
le
breake
to
fly
to
him
.
My
birth
day
gaue
not
to
my
mothers
wombe
,
More
ease
,
then
this
shall
ioyes
,
when
e're
it
come
.
My
body
mould
to
earth
,
sinnes
sinke
to
Hell
,
My
penitent
soule
win
Heauen
,
vaine
world
farewell
▪
A
Funerall
Elegie
,
vppon
the
vntimely
Death
of
the
honorable
Knight
Sir
Thmas
Ouerburie
,
who
was
poysoned
in
the
Tower
.
WHy
in
this
world
to
liue
should
men
desire
,
Since
death
so
many
waies
our
liues
expire
?
What
happines
hath
man
vpon
the
earth
,
But
mountaine
misery
for
Mole-hill
mirth
?
A
moments
Ioy
,
mixt
with
an
age
of
woes
,
Each
drop
of
comfort
flouds
of
cares
o're
flowes
.
For
't
is
decreed
by
ineuitable
Fate
,
The
greatest
men
are
not
most
fortunate
.
The
head
that
weares
a
Crowne
,
weares
many
cares
,
The
which
(
before
old
age
)
makes
hoary
haires
.
And
humaine
honors
like
a
fading
flower
,
Which
florisheth
,
and
fadeth
in
an
hower
.
The
meane
estate
doth
onely
longest
last
,
Not
being
subiect
to
each
wandring
blast
Of
ticklish
Fortunes
euer-turning
wheele
,
Whose
fickle
turnings
,
oft
makes
Greatnes
reele
.
If
all
the
windes
,
East
,
West
,
and
North
and
South
,
Should
raging
burst
from
blustring
Eol's
mouth
,
The
lowly
shrub
stands
euer
rooted
fast
,
When
lofty
Pines
and
Cedars
downe
are
cast
.
And
though
the
mighty
oft
the
weake
opprest
,
Of
all
estates
,
the
meane
sleepes
most
in
rest
.
Thou
worthy
OVERBVRY
,
to
thy
Hearse
I
consecrate
this
sad
lamenting
Verse
.
Hadst
thou
beene
some
vnlearned
rusticke
hind●
,
Hadst
thou
beene
basely
borne
,
and
base
inclind
:
Hadst
thou
had
nothing
in
thee
that
was
good
So
soo●e
foule
murther
had
not
suck't
thy
blood
.
But
being
in
all
parts
a
man
compleate
,
Great
in
regard
,
in
goodnes
farre
more
greate
,
Who
like
a
Starre
in
Brittaines
Court
did
shine
Learn'd
in
the
Lawes
,
both
Humaine
and
Diuine
,
A
Scholler
,
full
of
Gentleman-like
parts
,
Whose
noble
carriage
won
a
world
of
hearts
.
That
Arts
like
painefull
Bees
did
daily
striue
,
To
fill
with
sacred
loue
his
learned
hiue
.
Which
thou
(
as
did
befit
thy
worthy
worth
)
With
admiration
often
wouldst
powre
forth
:
So
courteous
,
valiant
,
sober
,
and
so
wise
,
And
one
that
(
fawning
)
could
not
temporise
,
So
well
proportion'd
,
of
such
comely
feature
,
So
fully
fraught
with
a
true
honest
nature
,
So
hopefull
,
and
so
louing
,
and
belou'd
,
Whose
life
and
actions
euery
tongue
approu'd
,
That
expectation
mark'd
him
out
to
be
A
man
of
absolute
Integrity
.
Of
Zeale
,
Capacity
,
and
Eminence
,
To
serue
his
God
,
his
Country
,
and
his
Prince
.
But
Sathan
that
old
enemie
of
man
,
As
he
with
Abels
murther
first
began
,
He
still
hath
spew'd
from
out
his
damned
den
,
Inhumaine
thoughts
in
bloody
Caine-like
men
.
And
as
the
blood
of
that
first
slaughtered
Saint
,
For
vengeance
to
Iehouah
made
complaint
:
So
did
the
blood
of
OVERBVRY
cry
For
Justice
to
the
Throne
of
Maiesty
.
Oh
Physick
,
great
preseruer
of
mans
breath
.
Heau'ns
Habeas
Corpus
against
dismall
death
.
Most
honorable
treasury
of
health
,
Renowned
Piller
of
each
Common-wealth
:
Lifes
louing
Champion
,
how
art
thou
abus'd
,
When
poyson
's
with
thy
Antidots
infus'd
?
But
this
vnusuall
damnable
abuse
,
No
bleamish
is
to
lawfull
Physicks
vse
,
No
more
then
Phoebus
glorious
beames
are
soyld
,
With
shining
on
a
stinking
dung-hill
moyld
.
Thus
to
thy
praise
,
whose
praise
do●h
passe
my
skill
▪
(
My
poore
vnlearned
,
most
obsequious
quill
)
Doe
offer
these
poore
slender
lines
of
mine
,
Vnworthy
for
that
worthy
worth
of
thine
.
Which
though
thy
soule
be
in
eternall
rest
,
Thy
friends
may
thanke
me
,
for
I
did
my
best
.
FINIS
.
I.
T.