The hate of treason vvith a touch of the late treason / by N.B.

An Invective against Treason . OH what a wretched wicked world is this , So little faith in soules , or loue in hearts ! So many minds , mind nothing but amisse . Thus on this earth , can Divels play their parts , To poyson soules with such infernall darts , Can nothing flow but wealth and wickednesse , To drowne the world in all vngodlinesse . What mischiefe walkes among the minds of men ? Will nothing serve their discontented wills ? Must they needes run into the divels den ? Are these the scopes of Machiuilian skill , That all the world , with his infection fills ? Oh God , what divell could in ill go further ? Then pride in malice practice hellish murther . To kill at all , is an vnkinde desire , To kill a foe , is but a bloody fact , To kill a friend , a heate of hellish fire , To kill a neighbour , an vngratious act , To kill a brother , horrors fowle abstract , To kill a father , too vnnaturall , To kill a king , the wickedst deede of all . For , father , brother , neighbour , friend , or foe , In each of these , but few to ruine runne : But in a King , or Princes overthrow , How many thousand thousands are vndone ? Wo worth the hand that such ill threed hath spun , As by the worke of Sathans wickednes , A world of Christians should endure distresse . But all together , King , Queene , Prince , and Peere , The Bishop , Lord , the Iudge , the Magistrate , When they should all in parliament appeare , For the establishing of a blessed state , Even then to shew the horror of their hate , And by a fire , devised for the nonce , To teare the house , and blowe them vp at once . What eare doth heare , whose spirit doth not tremble To thinke vpon the horror of this act , If all the Divells did in hell assemble , Among themselves to make a foule compact : How could they finish a more hainous fact , Than so to seeke the ruine of a State , And leave so faire a Land so desolate ? But God in heaven , who from his seat beholdeth , Heav'n , earth , sea , hel , & what ech one containeth , And every thought of every heart vnfoldeth , And for his service , all and some retaineth , Hating the pride his powerful hand disdaineth : Hath broke the force of all their wicked frame , And made their work vnto the world a shame . But of the griefe of griefes , in gratious thought , To see a villaine on a vertuous King , By a secret malice to have murder sought , Murder on him , and on his after spring ; What eare hath heard of a more hellish thing , Than for a little gaine of prides content , To practise murther on the Innocent ? Our gratious King , on whom the King of Grace Hath rainde a showre of his eternall Graces , And over vs , hath given the Kingly place , Of high command , command the King of places Ordainde for him , and for his royall Races : This godly King whom God himself hath sent What do we aile , that he cannot content . To whom is he a foe ? but to our foes , A neighbour borne , and ever found a friend , In love , a brother , and his care who knowes Might , as a sonne , a fathers love commend : And , for a King , let it be wisely weende . And Reasons eies will see that Royalty , That will coniure a Christians loyalty . Whose proved love hath he left vnregarded , Whom , but the wicked , hath hee ever hated ? Whose vertuous acts hath he left vnrewarded ? Whose power , but Prides , hath ever he abated ? Whose humble suites hath he left disalated ? Whose true affect , but he in favour graces ? Whose gratious life , but he in love embraces ? Whose Virgines hath his wanton loue defloured , Whose worthy honour hath his scorne disgraced , Whose wealth hath he with auarice deuoured , Whose loue despised , or whose fame defaced , Or vertuous person from his place displaced : What proued grace , but in his grace approued , To make his Grace of gratious harts beloued . Learnings aduauncer , and Religions loue , Wisedomes affecter , Reasons studient , Valours maintainer , Vertues Turtle doue , Of Maiesty earths royall President : Graces companion , Honours continent , Heau'ns gratious blessing , & worlds worthy wonder , Liue our king Iames , to bring earths kingdoms vnder . Amen , good God , and Diuell let them be , Who to this prayer will not say Amen , Blinde be his eies , and let him neuer see , Who ●ides himselfe in vtter darkenesse denne , And pinnes his thoughts vp in impatience penne , Where by the traines of treasons foule illusion , He brings both soule and body to confusion . Oh , t is a woe , to thinke vpon the thought , That entreth into a defiled heart : And with what speede the wit is ouerwrought , That once is led to learne the Diuells Arte , Who will haue all , if once he get a parte : Where still one sinne he heapes vpon an other , Till he the soule in vtter darkenes smother . He makes a King esteemd below his state , Murder , a Plot , where Policie may plod , Pride , a brave humor , Wealth a Magistrate , Content a kingdome , and a King a God : But in these humours heaven and he are odde : For , good mistaken makes him prove so evill , As far from God doth make him prove a devil . Oh when a crue of ydle headed wits , That think they have a world within their brains , To counsaile fall in their fantasticke fits , By lacke of grace , to lay vngratious traines , See how they make their profite of their paines : Sorow & shame , despaire , death & damnation , The Story writes of Iudas constellation . What can be thought to be the fruit of Treason ? Feare in the heart before it be effected , A lacke of Grace , and an abuse of Reason , Where heedelesse wit is ill , by wil directed , Till both by Wisedome ruinde and reiected : While hope of honor runs on Fortunes wheels , Findes death , and hell to follow at their heeles . Who can have pitty on so vile a soule , As murder seekes on such a gratious King ? Let him be put into the divels roule , Whose heart can yeeld to such a hellish thing : For but from hell doe all such horrors spring : Where let vs see how wicked wits do worke , And how the divell in their wills doth lurke . When Craft hath gotten wealth , and Riches ease , And ease bred pride , and pride ambition , Ambition seekes but it owne selfe to please , And lacke of pleasure breedes sedition : Then if a wicked soules condition Beginne to builde the Tower of Babilon , Who will not laugh at his confusion ? Who hath enough , and yet will looke for more , Let him remember Midas choaking gold : And such a Steward for the Divels store , Onely in heauen , doth his chiefe office hold . Who hath for coine his soule and conscience sold : A Traitor proues in such a high degree , As merites hanging on the highest Tree . When God in mercie sends a gracious King , A gracious King gives tokens of his love , A loving King is such a heavenly thing , As onely grace doth give from God above , To such a King who doth a Traitor prove , To God and man , doth fall out so vngratefull , As both to God & man must needs be hateful . Fie on the world that ever wickednesse , Should roote it selfe so in the heart of man , While gracelesse thoughts in all vngodlinesse , Do onely tincke vpon the golden pan , And make their bread of an vnkindly bran : Which seeming wheat , is but a wicked weede , Sowne by the divell , in a hellish seede . The busie braines that in their high conceits , Begin to build strange Castels in the aire , Will find their humours fall out but deceits , When lacke of wit doth prove but follies heire , While patience passion sits in Sorowes chaire : To see Repentance proue the best event , That can fall out of Rashnesse discontent . Oh glorious God , since man was first created , Was ever heard so great a villanie ! Did ever men deserve so to be hated , As this accursed hellish companie , That in their soules doe hide such treacherie ! Let all the world , through all the world go seek , What eie hath seene , or eare hath heard the like . But our good God , that with his gracious eie Beholdes his children in his charie love , And in the greatnesse of his Maiestie , The siely weakenesse of our soules doth prove , With his high glorious mercies hand above , Even when we most his mercie have offended . Still from destruction , hath our state defended . O blessed Britaine , more then greatly blessed , In God , thy King ; his Councell , and thy state , How can his glorie be enough expressed ? Which to the world they wonders may relate , When not by force of Fortune , nor of Fate , But by his grace , thy King and Counsailes care , This thy deliuerance iustly may declare . Oh heathen , hatefull , and most hellish soules , Void of all thought of God or of his grace , That so could make their throates such bloody bowls And such a poison in their spirits place , All roote of honour , from the land to race ! O that such beasts , as so much shame do beare , Could be forgot as though they never were . Surely in hell this plot had first a breeding , From thence , in low places talk't vpon , Low in a Seller , had it then proceeding : And there by low spirits wrought vpon : To seeke a kingdomes whole confusion : Thus , low in earth and hell , by wicked fiends , Wicked beginnings , make as wicked ends . But truly lowly had those spirits beene , They had not set their haughtie minds so high , Nor had their eies with shame and sorrow seene , The hatefull fruits of hellish treacherie , But Pride , the plotter of all villanie , In cursed thoughts where all confusions dwell , Wrought low in earth to bring them down to hel . For Gallowes minds , not gallant minds indeed , That make Rebellion but a rule of wit , Do seldome better with their Treason speede . Then iustly is for such offences fit , For , God himselfe that ever hateth it , How ere the Divell blinds the damned eies , Will plague it with a world of miseries . Fooles more then mad , with strange imagination , A spiring higher then the hope of Grace , Do headlong runne their soules vnto damnation : Carelesse to note the nature of their race . While beggers seeke both Lordes and Kings to place , Working such wonders as were never knowne , Till all their wicked thoughts be overthrowne . But , was there ever such a wicked dreame , To overthrowe a kingdome with a blast ? Did ever witts so worke against the streame , All care of conscience from the heart to cast , And with their soules to run to hell so fast : It cannot be , but that the men were mad , That in their braines such wicked humors had . For when King , Prince , and lord , and knight were gone Then beggars would begin a gouernment : And lords and princes shall be euery one Within the compasse of the Continent Of this rebellious beastly rabblement : But of this dreame see what a wake doth fall , Mercy or Death must make an end of all . Do we not see it euery houre effected , Treason still hatefull both to God and man ? And traitrous harts from heavenly truth reiected , And hell the place where first the Plot began , When Sathan first did seeke the spoile of man , When Eua●s pride , and Iudas auarice , Do shew the compasse of their deepe deuice . O Pride , betrayer of vntempred thought ! And Avarice , the enemy to grace , Which brings the haps of al their hopes to noght , That in their soules doe suffer them a place , Most filthy sinnes that doe all fame deface . God blesse all Britans , and all Britany , From all the venome of such villany . And now , sweete Lord , that you do plainely see , How God doth plague this hellish sinne of Pride , And what the end of all those Traitors bee , That in their hearts do such a venome hide ; O let it never neere your heart abide , But thinke the note of Truths nobility , All in the vertue of Humility . Prowde Lucifer an Angell was of Light , Till he presumde to mount a steppe too hie , But see what grew of his vngratious fight , From heaven to hell he gat his fall thereby , A iust reward of wicked treachery : Where losse of grace , & gaine of endles griefe , Paies home the prowd , the traitor , & the thiefe . For , Pride first layes the wicked Plot of Treason , Treason steales into the ambitious breast , Ambition robs both wit and sence of Reason ; The heart of Truth , the spirit of his Rest , And makes it cursed , that might else be blest : Of hellish pride , the onely Traytor Thiefe , That is the ground of all eternall griefe . Why Pride doth blinde , the eie infects the minde , Venoms the heart , and gives the soule a sting : And in all vilenes of so vile a kinde : None can describe it , t is so vile a thing , It doth ill humours to such issue bring , That pitty t were but such a plague approved , From christian hearts should ever be removed . O the sweete sence of Loves humilitie ! Which feares displeasure in a dearest friend , The onely note of Truths nobilitie , Whose worthy Grace is graced without end : For , who wants faith , wants little of a fiend : While faithful love , in humble truth approved , Doth ever live , of God and man beloved . Alas , the little time of Natures leave , To runne the course of her allotted care , Where idle shadowes , the eie deceave , That onely hunteth after Fortunes share : And had , must leave it ere it be aware : Looke , looke at heav'n , and let the world go by , Better to die to live , than live to die . Let pride be hatefull vnto every state , It is a vice with vertue not allowed ; And such a vice as vertue hath in hate ; For vertue never makes the spirite prowde , But hath her love the humble heart avowde : And in advauncement of Nobilitie , Gives greatest grace to Truths humilitie . Which grace is gratious in the sight of God , Makes men as Saints , and women Angells seeme , Makes sinne forgotten , mercy vse no rod , And constant faith to proove in great esteeme , While Wisedomes care can never truth misdeem , But is in some , a blessing of the Highest , And to the nature of himselfe the nighest . It maketh Vertue so in Beauty shine , As if on earth there were a heavenly light , It maketh wit in wisedome so divine , As if the eie had a celestiall sight , It is a Guide that leades the spirite right , Vnto the place of that eternall rest , Where all the blessed live for ever blest . It makes a Court a kinde of Paradice In subiects service , and the King his grace , Whose favour drawes their harts vnto his eyes , While they live blessed to behold his face : O blessed Prince , that in his blessed place , In Subiects love beholds his safeties being , While they live happy in their Princes seeing . God in his mercy send those humble mindes To all the Subiects of our gratious King , That he whose wisedom in true iudgement finds Of humble faith , what fruits do fairely spring , In his good grace may give vs cause to sing : If on the earth a heaven be figurde thus , The Lord of heaven graunt it in him , and vs . Confound , 〈…〉 orces of his 〈…〉 Cut off the tray●ors that intend him 〈…〉 And of his thoughts and actions so 〈◊〉 , That we may see thy wisedome in his will : And so his spirite with thy blessing fill , That he may seeke to glorifie thy name , And we be humbly thankefull for the same . O heavenly God , let never hellish braine , Have powre to doe his Maiestie misdeede , But let themselves even by themselves be slaine , That doe their spirites with such poison feede , And let our harts in teares of Comfort bleede , To thinke on thee , to blesse thy people thus , To have so good a King to raigne over vs . Blesse him , our Queen , & gratious Prince of ours , And all their of-spring in their princely places , Raine on their soules in thy celestiall showres , The heav'nly comforts of thy holy graces , That when thou seest thy favours in their faces , They in their loves , and we in thankfull hearts , May in thy prayers make true Musike parts . 〈…〉 wisedome , & his state with wealth , Nobles hearts with Truths nobilitie , 〈…〉 biects all , with loves humilitie : 〈…〉 is governement with such a worthy fame , That he and we may glorifie thy name . Vnto which prayer , let that wretch not live , That doth not say Amen with sincere hart , And doth not thee due glory humbly give , That vnto vs in mercy doost impart Such good , too good for our too ill desart : And grace our musike plaid on tru harts bright For our King Iames blest be the knight . FINIS .