Seauen satyres applyed to the weeke including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True fælicity described in the phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring satyre. By W. Rankins, Gent.

Induction . OF Loue , of Courtships and of fancies force , Some gilded Braggadochio may discourse : My shaggy Satyres doe forsake the woods , Theyr beds of mosse , their vnfrequented floodes . Their Marble cels , their quiet forrest life , To view the manner of this humane strife . Whose skin is toucht , and will in gall reuert , My Satyres vow to gall them at the heart .

〈◊〉 Satyres applyed to the weeke . SATYR . primus . Contra Lunatistam . FRom woods , to wood and mad conceited men , That with the Moone participate their minde , I leaue my hollow vast desertfull den , To tell them the derision of their kinde . What fond affects what sodaine change I finde : How Proteus-like , they change their peeuish shape , Yet dare for honors constant guerdon gape . And are they stable in their lustfull worke , And still in complet fulnes of desire : And as the Tortoys in the mud doth lurke , And will not to the labouring streames retyre , Nor to the bankes of wholsome hearbes aspyre ; Yet if she see the glimmering of the Sunne , Contents a while her ougly cell to shun . So these selfe soothing sots that hide ●…heir heads In idiotisme and ignoraunces shame , Their thicke skal'd fins in brightest glory spred , To get the prize when others win the game , They haue no firmer vertue than a name : But who so thinkes the signe the substance is , Erres , and his wit doth wander much amisse . And as the weather so their worth doth turne , Sometime a red , sometime an ashye pale , Anon like yce , anon like lightenings burne , Foorthwith foreshewing stormes to euery sale , Next night forefiguring a merry gale , Disposed like the Moone , their mothers glory , The vainest Planet , and most transitory . And as the serpent shewes her speckled brest , When as the eye of heauen is in his height , Aduauncing vp her greene inuenom'd crest : Increasing mallice by the midday light , And hydes her foule shape in a frosty night . Soe doe these fickle peasants prate and lye , Till aduerse darkenes vales prosperity . I seperate the Droane from honny Bees , I carpe not at the fewer vertuous sort , I shake the Oke , as well as lower trees : If Catterpillers taynte it with resort , I am a Satyre sauage is my sport . So ending heere my immelodious song , I bid him mend that thinkes he hath the wrong .

SATYR . secundus . Contra Martialistam . FRom the proude counsell of contrarious winds , That keep their surly Court on mountaine tops , I roughly come : deceptions to vnbinde , And scatter in your eyes the vpstart crops That true borne valor from the Caedar lops : To tell how Mars with his stout crew is wrong'd , By apish toyes and what to doults belong'd . He that can weare a feather all a flaunt , Speake in the teeth , and make a veriuyce face , And with a pride his stubble beard but vaunt , As if in him abounded all good grace , Or were descended from Ioues Princely race : That hath but set his foote on Callis sand , And sweare he fought with Mounsier hand to hand . I , and perchaunce in Court hath crackt a kixe , And thinkes he hath Bellona at commaund , And in his bosome beares his amorous trickes , As if loues passion brought him into band , When loe in Misars plight the wretch doth stand : Loath'd of the wise , not loued of his owne , Yea fooles doe see the foole himselfe in moane . Auerres his courage conquerd Cannas field , And that his arme can wield great Neptunes mace Sweares he will make the haughty foe to yeeld , And couch like vassailes when they view his face , What would this Asse doe in a Lyons case ? So looking big cryes out vpon S. George , To tippling goes and fils his eagre gorge . What is he like but to a sucking childe , Who immitates to speake by elder talke ? But of plaine wordes the youngling is beguild : Because he speakes before his feete can walke , Yet in Alcides buskins will he stalke . Then first get teeth , speake plain , & learne the word And time ( perhaps ) will teach thee draw a swoord . And though my browes are Satyre-like betwist , With wormwood garland , not with laurel crowne , Yet doe I not true Martiallists resist : Nor can I scandalize their high renowne , That Bulwarke is too strong to batter downe . But to these stragling humor-pleased mates I speake , and know that truth the lyar hates .

SATYR . tertius . Contra Mercurialistam . LIght footed Fauni for a while farewell , Nimble companions in our Siluane court , I go where subtiltie and craft do dwell , Where wise supposed Orators resort , Where wizards of sweete Art do make a sport . Where golden Mydas holds it for his creede , Apolloes Lute sounds worse than oaten reede . Behold a Bruite that scarce can hold his pen , Yet thinks he hath Caduc●…us in his hand , And that his stile will charme the wisest men , His shipwrack senses will not driue to land , His ballet-fraughted ship is in a sand : And welladay will hardly serue the turne . Since he is drownd , his Epitaph may burne . Another Artelesse mome bewitcht with praise , Thrusts forth a patched Pamphlet into print , When fooles on it , as on a pide coat gaze , His copper words come out of coxecombs mint : Fluent from Arte , as water from a flint . Foure bookes he makes foure elbowes to present , By his induction is his bawble meant . O wretched iudgers of pure golden Arte , Why do you bribe your wits with leaden lines ? Vnlawfull censure takes a lawlesse part , Whilst fondnes deeper wisedome vndermines : By this meanes , learnings sacred skill declines . And yee your selues allowing wrong for right , Argue your power to be of lesser might . These counterfaites are like an Ebon tree , Whose body beareth neither leafe nor fruite , Nor any sap but cole-black wood to see , What glory then to that can men impute ? Except all vertuous plants they will refute : So are these stocks but images of wood , And barr'd from Art to make their breeding good . But vnto Hermes lawfull sonnes in wit , That scorne the fellowship of seemers so , I wish them that due honor shall be fit That they like sweete Ambrosian trees may grow , Where Science with her compeeres sits arow , But for the race of dolts and all their traine , I wish them that they haue , headhiding shame .

SATYR . quartus . Contra Iouialistam . WHere the high minded forrest king commands , And half horst Centaurs kemb his dusky locks , And haue their progres through his spatious lands , Where Vnicornes attend their Lord in flocks , Whetting heir hornes vpon the corall rocks . And when he thirsts do purge the riuers brinke , ( For so ought euery mighty Prince to drinke . ) Of thence am I : yet enemy to pride And publique plaguer of the insolent , I cannot that iniurious ill abide . When mighty men must haue their wisdome lent , And being Landlords buy their wit for rent . In fine , the fyne he payes well come to light , And all be forfait to the foole by right . Let him that cannot guide Apolloes seate , Content him with a couch vpon the ground , Better be silent , though thy place be great , Than speaking with anothers toong be found : And so betrayd recite a mortall wound , Which neither peere nor popular redresse , Can cure with all the good thou doest possesse . The Senators of Rome would shame to set And speake but Placet like a borrowed word , Wherein their censures daunced in a net , Such sacriledge by Romaines was abhord , His skull is curst that can no more afford : Rut to confirme all doctrine to be good , Making both one of Paul and Robinhood . Behold the climbing ofspring of the Sunne , Vnable those fyre-foming steedes to guide , Suffers the Axeltree of heauen to burne , And to the wrathfull sea doth headlong slide , Curst by the Signes for his detested pride . Thus when we thinke our selues begirt with blisse , We practise our owne downefall with a kisse . But yet there are that trace the milke-white way , And follow Ioue to his iudiciall seate , Whose soueraigne wisdome iudgement will obey , From whom doth spring such comfortable heat , That with deep knowledge makes the mind repleat . But for those sort , that want of wit doth sterue , Their cap , and common curtsie will not sterue .

SATYR . quintus . Contra Venerëum . FRom the sweet field where Phillis hangd hit self , And Martyr Dido dide in sacrifice , My flesh bepincht with Lar and Fary elfe , Where Venus and hir darling tyrannize And leane-fac'te louers ( more Idolatrize ) Where Lais ghost in Lacus dulcis lies , Kept downe with false harts that she cannot rise . I stole away : least the prowd Paphean queene , Although my shape be base and ougly ill , Might send her sonne to haue hir greatnes seeme , And force insatiat loue against my will : For her edicts giue life to them that kill , And her sharp lawes are quite exempt from reason , Full of impiety , periury , and treason . For instance see a seruant wan and pale , Slaue to his misters beck , her frowne , her smile , An oath commander when his toong doth faile : Whose meacocks heart in agonies doth boile , And in a world of follies keepes a coile . And like a Spanniell wayting for a bone , Feedeth his greedy eye with hope alone . And in that glasse examine but his lines , How they are peest with Ouids excrements , How he perfumes with roses his rude rimes , With pearles and rubyes makes her monuments , Comparing heauen to her habillaments . When she is worser than a broken glasse , Which neuer will for any purpose passe . His lips with thousand kisses courts her hand , And sonnets forth her beawty to the skyes , Where if her comelines be rightly scand , Shee s neither vertuous , beawtifull , nor wise , And all her grace is but to seeme precise . Yet doth this woodcock weare himselfe away , By doating on this foule ignoble pray . I honor Cynthia , and her nimphlike traine , That in sweete Tempe feast with chastity , Whose soueraigne beawty coynes doth disclaime , Knowing prowde eyes shew smallest honesty , And coulor hath but coulors property . But for the foole that sighes for all he sees , For his reward I wish him Vulcanes fees .

SATYR . sextus . Contra Saturnistam . FArewell awhile chill and vnhallowed caues , Where Saturne with deuouring mischiefe frets , Where Melancholly chases , and madnes raues , Where pain dead torments torments death begets , Where discontent in ragged habit sits , Where the harsh tunde vnwelcome Screech owle sings , And buzzing Hornets flye with cobweb wings . For for a while I must associate them , That reaching Polliticians will be nam'd , And what is done in countryes far do ken , Vrging that nature all the world hath fram'd , Affirming God in things is needlesse nam'd : But that the influence of the heauen effects Our good or bad still grac'te by all respects . That take a pride in damned Machiauile , And study his disciples to be thought : Allowing all deedes be they neu'r so vile . Such as haue hell-borne Atheisme taught , Accounting scripture customes that are naught . Such as are earnest Turks , where is a Turke , And call the Alcharon a godly worke . Such as are minded with Pythagoras , And hold the transmigration to be true , That after death mens soules to bruite beasts passe , And then againe transforme their shape anew , That lookt for resurrection is not due . So liuing in licentious liberty , Commit foule treasons , rape , and villany . But oh deere knowledge do not so permit , Thy reuerent vertues to be scard and maym'd : Infuse thy comfort to some sacred wit , Else will thy holy offerings be disdaind , And all thy spotlesse excellence be staind . These Tyrants will disroabe thee of thy right , And cloth thee with torne garments of despight . And thou religion draw thy steele bright sword , And lop this cursed Hydra limbe by limbe , Legions of Angels will attend thy word , In cristall armor proofe from death and sinne : When thou with triumph shalt the battaile winne . And these sold slaues throgh Sathans gate shal passe And ●…ue in boyling leade and burning glasse .

SATYR . septimus . Contra Sollistam . THere where the sortish ignoraunt adore , The vaine transparant , splendor of the Sun , Accounting no felicity before , The rising of his glory be begun , Yet darke drown devices will not seeke to shun : I was : but now the shade of men I tooke , Those that the substance of their soule forsooke . Craesus said wealth was chiefe felicity , Onely authority deseru'd a throne . That war for kingdomes was tranquility , And to be honor'd was true heauen alone , But when by thraldome all this pompe was gone : Solon ( quoth he ) my soule must needes confesse , In dying well is onely happines . The sun shines when the Scepter 's in the hand , The sun shines where the golden Fleece doth rest , Where Ladyes wanton with a carpet band , ( Though it be shut ) within the Misers chest , And where fat Epicures delight to feast : O golden glory , shall this euer vanish , Where such a God with swaying power doth vanquish . Behold , the morning cheeres the springing flower , The heate of heauen glads the twining vine , The glasse full brimmed with the sandy hower , These are more glorious than that pride of thine , Yet see how sodainely they shall decline : When like the flower , thy beawty , vine , thy wit , Thy glasse-dust run , and thou in dust shalt sit . How like a King the Marygould doth spred , The golden circuit of her impald brow , A whiffing winde that coronet hath shed , And made her prowde vnknobbed stalke to bow , No longer will the plants her pompe alow . So haue I seene ere now a goulden Crowne , In a darke vault his pretious head lay downe . Let him then thinke , that happines will thinke , It lyes not in the glosse of humaine eyes , How sodainely that vading ioy would shrinke , When euery minute , liuing pleasure dyes , Like the bright clowded mistnes of the skyes . If wild-bred Satyres so their lesson can , T is better be a Satyre than a man .

Spes imperfecta . THou Treasurer of heauen where hast thou clos'd This hidden wealth of mens true happines ? In nothing humane fancy hath compos'd , Yet on the earth once dwelt this blessednes , To bring the earth from cursed wretchednes : Open that secret coffer we may see , ( If not possesse ) that heauenly treasury .

SOLA faelicitas . Christus mihi Phoenix . IN the balme sweet imparadized wombe , Of a choyce Virgin sanctified by grace , Where second Adam had his fleshly home , Since the first man his glory did deface , And curse of heauen possest his sinfull race : My Phoenix was with sacred Manna bred , And by the holy Ghost with Angels fed . Kings of the earth his spicery did make , Of Franckinsence , pure gold and pleasing Mirrh , A glorious star appeared for his sake , And the melodious cherubins did stir , And all caelestiall bodyes doth inferre Chiefe prayse to him : for by his blessed birth , Heauen was well pleas'd , & fruitfull was the earth . My Phoenix , like that swift returning Doue , That in his mouth the branch of Oliue brought , The badge of peace , the ensigne of true loue : When this base world by sin was suncke to naught , And the earths bosome , was with water fraught : That like the Pellican , pickt from his brest , The bloud that brought his yong ones peaceful rest . That like the rocke , whence liquid cristall flowed , Opened his side to giue the thirstie drinke , Like the calme winde , that on the red sea blowed , When thankles Israel ( weakely ) thought to sinke , Like the best good the soule of man can thinke . Oh chiefest best , be best , to vs the worst , Blest be we ( by thee best ) the most accurst . Oh clock me vnderneath thy spreading wing , Safe sanctuary for a sinfull soule , Where if I sigh , sky-turned voyces sing , For thou once pleas'd , nor earth nor ayre wil scoule , Thy feathers shaking stormy winds controule . The musick of thy note inchaunts huge hell , Oh let me then within thy shadow dwell . Behold me like a winter-wythered tree , Or like a Beacon on a barren hill , Consum'd by sin anothers watch to bee , Killing to teach another not to kill : Spoyling my selfe least other wretches spill : Oh sacred bird , a lower pitch vouchsafe , Touch but my top , and then I shall be safe . Behold , to saue me from aeternall thrall , My Phoenix takes his flight vnto a crosse , Not as the faynd Arabian bird did fall , Worne out by age , by fire consum'd to drosse , So looseth that which nature makes a losse : And of his ashes doth another mount , Exceeding all faire Foule of rare account . No no my Phoenix is but yong in yeeres , Immortall too , yet doth he dye for me , He on the crosse vnto the world appeares , Offering himselfe on that vnhallowed tree , To bring my soule to sweet felicity : But see hearts-ioy my Phoenix liues againe , Passing hell torment with vnspoken paine . And now he doth ascend his high-built nest , A place , vnthought , vnknowne , vnseene , vnsaid , Where with omnipotence he shall be blest , And I behold this sacred Bird obay'd , And I by him there by his merits stayd : And like a Doue sit by him most content , Whose innocence makes me so innocent .

Satyrus peregrinans . ABote , a Bote or I shall set my feete . Vpon the incke-black bubbles of this streame And with my rough armes these mudde-billows greet , Foule ferry monster waft me to that realme , Where men in sleepe do wake , & waking dreame : Where the feet stands , where ruling heads shold be , And elbowes take the office of the knee . A shoare , a shoare I long to see the soyle , ( Oh the worlds pleasure of this new-found earth , ) They say it will a well staid sence beguile , Bring liberall plenty to a niggard dearth , Make a sad doomes day of an infants birth : Now I am heere I le try conclusions , Direct degrees , or indirect confusions . All hayle greene bearded trees , green headed men , A high way to a harbour I haue spyde , Sir where I am , I very faine would ken , I aske one on a raw boan'd iade doth ride , And gently treate him deigne to be my guide : The iolly tyder coyly lookes a side , And checks his proude eye least to me it glide . A hauke my yongster had vpon his fist , And by his side a fiue groate canuasse bag , An olde cut suite , with Couentry blew twist , The collor fae't with oreng-tawny shag , His spurs hung in the belly of his nag : Vpon his head a Monmouth cap he wore , With a greene parrats feather broucht before . He scarce would speake , ( for that he said he seru'd ) Lollus a gentleman made ploughmans sonne , Who rightly from his birth-right neuer swaru'd , And now in his affaires his horse must run , For that to wooe , his master had begun ; I checkt his bit , and would not let him passe , Till he confest his master was an Asse . And briefly bred him to this short discourse , I serue ( quoth he ) a braue imbroadred foole , Heyre to a sun-shine swayne , yet will perforce , Borrow a tytle from a learned schoole , ( Indeed his grandsire rid vpon a mule ) Yet if you will but let me goe my frend , I le tell you all his life , but gesse his end . He is in loue with euery painted face , Saluting common truls with rybauld lines , In songs and sonnets taking such a grace , As if he delu'd for gold in Indian mines , ( But see how fortune such great wit repines ) In this sweet traffique , his bargaines are so ill , That he is made a iade by euery Iill . Hee le enter in an ergo with the proudest , And pot a verse with any grammer scholler , Speake ten at once , his tongue will be the lowdest , Take him but downe ( O vnexpected dollor ) His present passion brings him to a chollor : With wagers , and with oath at last t is tride , And then his argument is not denyde . Take him within the streete , he is a Lord , And in a Tauerne better than a king , With thousand brags hee le beawtifie the boord , But in his purse the beggars bell doth ring , Yet once a yeere ( as Cookoes vse to sing : ) He hath a little stipendary gold , Which sum , is spent before it can be told . And once I le tell you how this gallant sped , He was inamour'd of a players boy , And certaine sharkers that vpon him fed , Did soone instruct the stage boy to be coy , That but with him , he had no other ioy : In womans queint attyre they drest the lad , That almost made the foole my maister mad . They soone perswaded him she was an heyre , And onely daughter to a knight well knowne , He saw her young , rich , amorous and faire , Haue her he must , or dye he would with moane , In sleepy nights his very soule did groane : Then had not I been stickler in this strife , The beast had had a male-kinde to his wife . Heere did I cut this grosse deuice a sunder , Weary to heare a base absurded tale , I tooke this foppish babling for a wonder , I kickt his palfrey and began to rayle , The fellow lookt vpon me very pale : And spurring of his horse , bad me adew , And swore ( by God ) what he had sayd was true . Anon a Muse had brought me vnawares Before a goodly strong built city gate , I wholy thirsted after those affaires , And in I entred to behold the state , All costly thinges were bartred at a rate , Amazd at that I neuer saw before , I heard one sweare an oath , it cost me more . I start and saw that fellow swore the oath , Sell that for lesse , than he did sweare it cost , Thought I , here conscience liues her fullest growth Where buyers win by that the seller lost , But yet I durst not be too bould to boast : For straight I saw Symonus in his shop . A hollow ring of gold with lead drosse stop . And yet he quickly solde it by the weight : ( Lead was a better friend to him then gold , ) I tooke it for a very pretty sleight , But when the buyer had his money told , Away he went : and then I might behold , Simonius rub his arme , and laugh out right , That hee had done his neighbor wrong for right . Anon Lapistus with his faithlesse fist , Insceptred with a subtill peece of wood , Was measuring foorth such trifles as he list , Hard at his arme his wife my mistres stood , Commending that , her husband , sold for good : Looking the buier wistly in the face , Whilst Lapist nickt the measure in the space . Forthwith great Gurmond ( to his codpeece chain'd A payre of groate gloues wrapped in his hand , On top of which a nosegay long remaind , Was trudging to lend money vpon land , Vpon a statute marchant he doth stand : But gentle sir , take heed you keep your day , Or els your mortgage shall the forfect pay . By this time long-gownd Lumen walkt abroad , Vnder his girdle greene-waxt labels hung , Although his pace was slow , gold was his goad , And as the Petifogger went , he sung , His greas'd belt and the waxe together clung : He sware a mighty oath his writs were spoyld , And by that meanes his client should be foyld . I tract his steps , and followed him alloofe , Weary with those Mecanicke meane deceipts , At last he entred to a spatious roofe , Where greatmen sat in high iudiciall seates , And iuglers play at euen and odde with feates : As ( now sir it shall goe with you to day , To morrow t is against you , you must pay . ) This hall they say is builded of such wood , That cobwebs on the rafters are not spun , By right the nature of these trees are good , Yet there be held I mighty spyders run , And by their sucking little flyes vndone : A thing most strange , that poysoned things must dwell , Where nature scarce alloweth them a cell ▪ There stoode Briarius with a hundred hands , And euery one was ready to receiue , As many sundry toongs , as seas haue sands : And when he sayd , the truth I do conceiue , Then meant the hell-hound soonest to deceiue . There saw I twelue good fellowes cald together , That would for-sweare their father for a feather . I saw the widdow in a mourning weede , Wringing her painefull hands to get her right , Th' oppressed soule tormented with more neede , And cruelty with scarlet cloth'd in spight , As who should say , in bloud is my delight . Then thought I ( ôh there is a Iudge aboue ) Will all this wrong with one true sentence moue . Such sweating for base pelfe , I did behold , Such periuries to get the vpper hand , The innocent with falshood bought and sould , Such circumstance before the truth was scand , Such scorched conscience markt with Sathans brand , That straight bereft of my Satyrick wit , I was possessed with a frantick fit . So leauing this vast rumor of mans voyce , I made my run vnto a riuer side , Where , sinke or swim , I tooke no better choyce , With desperate leape in , headlong did I glide , And for I would no more repeate this pride , I did imagine I was in a dreame , And so concluded my vnorder'd theame .

Ashwednesday . O Holyest holy three , yet wholy one , Vouchsafe the piercing splendor of thine eye , My soules true Martyrdome to looke vpon , Where thou mayst in-borne penitence espy , Without the cloke of false hypocrisy : And though my tong proclaimes not publike fast , Yet prayers to prayse thee is my spirits repast . Behold , to cinders haue I burnt my sinnes , An acceptable sacrifice to thee , Which heauenly ioyes in heauenly mansion wins , The ashes on my sad heart scatterd be , The pensiue patient of all misery : In my brest mourning sits she like a doue . And fears through sin to lose sweet Christ her loue . And though I weare no shirt of Cammels haire , A boasting shew the flesh to macerate , Nor lash my body with the whips of care , Nor on my knocking brest my prayers debate , Nor with high voice my faults deliberate : Although I strew no ashes on my head , Nor with beguiling abstinence am fed . Yet see my heart prickt with true faiths desire , With longing to behold thy sacred face , Whipt with the feare of thy inraged fire , Which will the pride of all weake brags deface , And my soule knocks to haue thy promist grace : With lowly voyce the ashes of my sinnes , Scatterd abroad : and so my fast begins . When I do this , I walke not in the streete , And tell the world my base dissembling guile , Nor tread the cold stones with vncouered feete , Such hypocrites their wretched wayes defile : No let the heart true parts of griefe compile , That is the sweete Ashwensday I obserue , Fast still to this , and thou shalt neuer sterue .

Lay not my sinnes O Lord , vnto my charge . CAst down those eies dread deere redeeming Lord , That shed salt teares for poore Ierusalem , In pitty of my sinnes by thee abhorr'd , And when thou hast with loue perused them , By which thou often hast excused men , And seest how headlong I haue run at large , Yet Lord , lay not my crimes vnto my charge . Let that sweete toong sayd woman sinne no more , Thy healing hand most kinde Samaritane , Pronounce a pardon for my hearts deplore , And make my black sinnes whiter than the Swan , Defilde with mischiefes since my life began . Oh lay not those foule treasons to my charge , But stop them , least they run too much at large . What glory is it that so meane a soule ? Earths vassaylage , the wormes subiected slaue , Whose honor dust downe-trodden doth inroule ? Should quite be damnd , whom thy deere word may saue , And thou thy self the purchast praises haue . Sauiour , I know my sinnes shall haue discharge , Where mercy with thy merits is so large . With bloud more pretious than the worlds rich wealth , Remember thou hast ransomd me from hell , Cald me thine owne , thy sonne , thy sauing health , Prouidedst me a place with thee to dwell , A place which doth all pallaces excell : Then let me not in deserts run at large , But take me to thy safe protecting charge . From foorth thy Temple thou didst banish theeues , That Saints might praise thee where thou wast prophand And creatures liue that on thy name beleeues , I am thy temple , let it not be staynd , For there too long hath cursed Sathan raynd . Cast forth that tempter , giue the feend discharge , Binde that old Serpent least he flye at large . And when I finde that enemy is gone , That soothes my soule with vile impiety , Thy name oh Father ) I will call vpon , And keepe it from bould sinnes society , And from false pleasures curst variety . Then let thy spirit walke with my spirit at large , And Lord lay not my sinnes vnto my charge .

Who will prayse thee Lord , within the Pit . WIth reuerent toong , and groaning spirit opprest , My bones like rocks beaten with seas of teares , And worne with stormy sighs of my vnrest , Behold Messias my vext soule appeares , Afflicted with a legion of pale feares : And humbly prayes thee Lord to be appeas'd , That my hearts killing dollor may be easd . How shall I do thee honor in the graue ? Or praise thee in the darkenes of despaire ? No light of gladnes shines in sorrowes caue , No morning Harp can hymne thy name in care , Except some comfort to the sence repaire : Let then one sparke of fauour but appeare , And I will say my Lord my God is there . Like withered stubble bended to the ground . The horse , and yoaked Oxe treade on my brest , And ploughmen gash my reynes with many a wound The poisoned adder makes my flesh her nest ( I Lord , and that oppression is my least : ) Yet none but thou canst fling me to the graue , O saue me thence and thou shalt worship haue . Thy seruant Iob by suffered sathan tempted , Knew by thy grace he should be rays'd againe , For , from the pit his body was exempted , The curst soule-foe , could there no conquest gain , Thou gau'st him strength the conflict to maintain , I haue no power , no strength , no force of wit , Then much more Lord preserue me from the pit . Like to a vanquisht bloody battaile won , Few now are left to beate Iehouahs name , Those which escapt from faiths true fight haue run , Reserue yet some ( though they be halt and lame ) For thou canst cure the soule that hath a maime . Let me ( sweete Christ ) be one thou meanst to saue , Then know I , that I , shall not touch the graue .

Passio Christi . O Father if it be thy will , let this cup passe . DIuine humane , humane Diuine , ( my God ) Behold thy sonne , corruptlesse virgins flesh , Spirit of the , which with thee hath abod , Who than thy selfe ( of thy selfe ) is no lesse , Vouchsafe thy heauenly issue so to blesse , That , if thou wilt ( ô wilt thou without wroth ) Let this cup passe I may not taste thereof . Thy bitter imposition comes of loue , Therefore thy gracious will , not mine be done , This bloudy swet a fathers name might mooue , But ( ô great righteousnes , ) what is begun , Saue many a child , by torment of one sonne : Father eternall better thine heyre dye , Than all the rest in vtter darkeneslye . This anguish like a sucking serpent drawes , My conduit-flowing veines of bloud so fast , And my sharpe wounding passion will not pause , But shewes me death to come , not torments past , And pale aspect of weakenes stands agast : Soueraigne of Kings supreme of ioyfull rest , With thy imperiall scepter touch my brest . But must thy deare begotten smart for all ? Must all the worlds huge sinnes be layd on me ? What shall I suffer then ? what kinde of thral ? What cruell bondage ? what sharpe misery ? What deaths ? what frighting horrors must there be If that one sinne and but of one man too , Deserue hell fire ? what shall all mens sinnes doe ? For euery sinne of euery seuerall man , ( Sweet Father ) must I beare a seuerall hell ? Why then my paine is pleasure yet began , But in the end where must thy chosen dwell ? Where thou wilt Lord I will account all well : Heauen , hell , death , life , I will endure my crosse , Reckoning for one deaths conquering & lifes losse . All plagues , for all , all yoakes , my backe shal beare Which in this brim-full cup of death I put . And so auoide tempting cold shiuering feare , For , I will drinke this draught of gall quite vp , And my inuaded spirit from terror shut : So take the resolution of thy Sonne , For , Father not my will , but thine be done . Explicit Christus .

Resurrectio Christi . ARchangels , Angels , Martyrs , holy Saints , Oh heauens celestiall family appeare , Giue all your powers vnnaturall restraints , Sound Cherubin-like musicke in his eare , ( Whose glorious being banisht all hell-feare ) The Sonne is ri's , Gods deare elected Sonne , And now ascends where his first birth begun . Cloudes clap together with mellodious voice , And with your softnes cloath his blessed brest , From his great Father heare a thundering noyse , That crownes his bright Sonne in eternall rest , Of all ( oh onely all ) thou art most blest : And earthly men forsake your vaine delight , Kneele , pray , and praise , this vncompared might . Ionas that in the huge Leuiathan , Three hell-darke nights , & dayes imprisoned was , Is like a chosen Prophet come againe , ( Oh how thy word drad king is come to passe ? ) So is this Prophet , which doth all surpasse : Rose from the foggy entrailes of the graue , Mankinde , vngratefull minded-man to saue . Baptizing Iohn that in the wildernes , Liu'd as an exile in that barren land , Feeding on Locusts in his sharp distresse , Subiect to monsters , and at deaths command , Hath conquer'd all this with his faithfull hand And is returnd : So our Baptizer is , Who , not with water but with bloud brings blisse . Since whose abode , deuouring hell is frighted , Quaking for feare when Iesus Christ was there , And quick-eyd death become but dimly sighted , And since , when he is nam'd they shake for feare , If but thy name do such amazement beare ? What did the person of so great a king ? Hels victory controule , and kill deaths sting . Then from the fleshly prison of base sinne , Rise ( oh thou foule infected soule of mine ) Arise , or else death will the battaile winne , And kill thee with a thousand darted crime , Come quickly from this filthy graue in time , Rise thus , and thou shalt euer rise with ioy , And as thy Sauiour did thou shalt destroy . FINIS .