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THE MIRACLE OF THE PEACE IN FRAVNCE .

Celebrated by the Ghost of the Diuine DV BARTAS .

Translated , By IOSVAH SYLVESTER .

Imprinted at London by Richard Bradocke for Iohn Browne , and are to be sold at his shop in Fleet street at the signe of the Bible . 1599.

To the most honorable , learned , and religious Gent. M. Anthony Bacone . BOund by your Bountie and mine owne desire , To tender still new tribute of my zeale To you ( your Countries watchfull Sentinell , Whose wisdome , ours and other States admire ) Loe here I tune vpon mine humble Lyre Our neighbour Kingdomes vn-expected weale , Through sodaine ceasing of Warres enter-deale ; As Celtike Muses to my Muse inspire . Miraculous the Worke : and so his wit That firstly sung this sacred MIRACLE : A gratious Theame ( if I disgrace not it ) That your graue eyes may daigne for spectacle . What e're it be , accept it as a due From him whose all doth all belong to You. Iosuah Syluester .
A Phoneur de la Paix , chantée par Monsieur du NESME , & rechantée en Anglois par Monsieur SYLVESTRE . SAns Paix rien ne subsiste : en Paix tout croist & dure , Dieu maintient par sa Paix le beau grand Vniuers Et le petit , bastis de membres si diuers , Tous s'entr●ydans l'un l'autre en commune facture : Elle vnit a son Dieu ! humaine creature : Elle emplit descitez les Royaumes deseris : Elle bride les fols , & rendles champs converts De biens donnans-plaisirs , vesture , & nouriture . Enuoy-la donc , ô Dieu ! a nos Princes & Roys , En nos maisons , en nous ; & fay que dvne vois Nous suyvions les accords de ton Nesme admirable ▪ 〈◊〉 a iamais seras loue de nos Gaulois Parses chantstout-divins : & Syluestre , en Anglois Redoubleràce loz dvn stile inimitable . P. CATELLE . ●'atten● le temps .
SONNET . HEnry , triumphant though thou wert in Warre , Though Fate & Fortitude conspir'd thy glory , Though thy least conflicts well deserue a Storie ; Though Mars his fame by thine be dark'ned far ; Though from thy cradle ( infant Conquerer ) Thy martial proofes haue dimm'd Alcides praise ; And though with garlands of victorious Bayes Thy Royall temples richly crowned are : Yet ( matchles Prince ) nought hast thou wrought so glorious As this vn-lookt-for happie PEACE admired ; Wherby thy selfe art of thy selfe victorious : For , while thou might'st the worlds throne haue aspired , Thou by this Peace thy war-like hart hast tamed ; What greater conquest could there than be named ?

THE MIRACLE OF THE PEACE in Fraunce . BVt what new Sunne doth now adorne our Land , And giues our skie so smooth & smiling cheere ? For 't is not Phoebus ; els his golden brand Shines brighter now then 't hath done many a yeere . Sweet Angel-beauty , sacred PEACE , heau'ns present ; Is' t not the rising of thy new-come starre , Which makes the aire more clere , the spring more pleasant ; Zephyre more calme , & Flora merrier ? Ah I perceiue the Oliue , Doue , and Bowe , Diuine presages that the flood abates , The dismal flood where blood & teares did flow , And Ianus now lockes-vp his Temple gates : Iustice and Faith doe kindly kisse each other , And Mars appeas'd sits down by Cupids mother .
SONNET . Faire fruitfull daughter of th' Omnipotent , Great Vmpire that doost either World sustaine , Without whose helpe all would returne againe Like hideous Chaos to confusion bent . O Mother of the liuing , second Nature Of th' Elements , Fire , Water , Earth , and Aire : O Grace ( wherby men climbe the heau'nly staire ) Whence void , this world harbors no happy creature . Pillar of Lawes , Religions pedestall , Hope of the godly , glorie of th' Immortall ; Honour of Cities , Pearle of kingdomes all ; Thou Nource of vertues , Muses chiefe supportall , Patron of Artes , of Good the speciall spring : All haile ( dere Peace ) which vs all heale dost bring .
SONNET . Come forth ( dere France ) from thy dark cell of mone , Come ( as new-borne ) from wars vnkindly quarels , Turne tragicke Cypres to triumphant Laurels ; Change blacke to greene , and make thy graue a Throne , Let Ceres dwell vpon thy desart Plaine , Bacchus , and Diane , on thy hilles and groues , Pomona in gardens , Pan among thy droues , Secure all Roades , and ope all gates againe . Resume ( O Cities ) Rule and Reuerence ; Reuest ( yee States ) your robes of dignitie ; Rise-vp ( yee Ruines ) in faire Battlements ; Come Muses , Pallas , Themis , Mercurie , Restore vs Lawes , Learning , & Artes , & Trade , And let our Age , a golden Age be made .
SONNET . Most Christian kingdome , thou wert ne're so neare Drown'd in the deep gulphes of thy Ciuill warre , As in the tempest of this later iarre , Which past conceit of calming did appeare : When all the winds aduersly armed were , ( Though selfely-foes ) yet friends to worke thy wrack : Thy ship a helme , thy selfe a heart didst lacke , On troubled waters tossed here and there . When from aboue ( O bountie most admired ) Saint Hermes shin'd , whose gentle light presageth That then the anger of the heau'ns asswageth . O happie PEACE ! lesse hoped then desired : O grace much honord , little yet conceiued ; O blessed guile , that thus our sence deceiued .
SONNET . Who could expect ( but past all expectation ) So sodaine order from so sad confusion ; So loyall friendship , from false emulation ; So firme possession from so fierce intrusion ? Who could expect ( but past all likelihood ) From such a storme , such and so sweet a calme ; From Fraunce her cynders , such a Phoenix-brood ; Pandoras boxe to yeeld so rare a balme ? Who could expect ( but past all humane thought ) So franke a freedome from a thrall so late , Or certaine Rudder of so rent a State ? True Aesculapius , thou alone hast wrought This MIRACLE , not on Hyppolitus , But on this kingdome , much more wonderous . Th' vnlook't-for working of all things almost , Inconstant-constant , in succession strange , Amazeth those whose wits we chiefly boast , To see this sodaine vn-expected change . Each feeles th' effect , but none the cause discries , ( No , though he haue with starres intelligence : ) God to himselfe reserues such mysteries , Disposing Kingdomes by his Prouidence . O endles Bountie ! In the midst of Broyles He giues vs PEACE , when warre did vs inflame , And reaues the mischiefe wee pursu'd ere whiles : But this doth most extoll his glorious name , That when most sharply this extreamest fit Stroue to be cure-les , soone he cured it .
SONNET . Some reasoned thus ; No violence can last : Reuolted subiects , of themselues will quaile : Iust Soueraigntie can neuer be displac't ; And lawfull Princes first or last preuaile : But who could thinke that the conioyned powers Of Spaine & Rome , with an exceeding number Of rebell Cities and false States of ours , So weake a King so little should encumber ? Others discoursed in another sort , While all things sorted to another end Then their imaginations did purport . That earth may know , it cannot comprehend The secret depths of Iudgements all-diuine , No : there 's no ground , beginning , midst , nor fine .
SONNET . Admire we onely Gods Omni-potence , His deep-deepe Wisdome , & his Mercie deare , For with these three he hath surmounted here Our hatefull foes , our hopes , and all our sence : His power appeares vpon our Lord and King As earst on Dauid , for they both attaine By war-like broyles their pre-appointed raigne Strangers , and subiects , and selues conquering His Prudence shines , when to preserue vs thus , All humane wit his wisdome doth conuince : His gracious bountie in our bounteous Prince . O various wonders ! mel delicious Flowes from a liuing Lyon , Mars is quiet , Valour relenting , Conquest void of ryot .
SONNET . This was no action of a humane hand , But th' only worke of the great Thunderer , Who wise-directing all the things that are , In vs diuinely workes his owne command . Some men , vnwilling , benefit their Land , Or vn-awares their Countries good preferre ; Another motions PEACE , but mindeth warre , And PEACE succeeds what-euer drifts withstand . Th' Arch-Architect , the matchles Artizan moues ; All instruments vnto good vses prooues : Man 's but a wheele which that great Moouer ▪ Each gracious gist in that first cause began : Each good 's a gleame of that first light alone , If Ill approach vs , onely that 's our owne .
SONNET . If God dart lightning , soone he dewes down raine A dreadfull Iudge , and yet a gentle father : Whose wrath slow-kindled is soone quencht againe , To moue vs sinners to repent the rather . ) 'Gainst hel-bred - Hydra , heau'n-born Theseus brings The great Alcides arme and armorie : Of greatest Ill , a greater goodnes springs ; And mercie still doth rigour qualifie . Ah Fraunce , so many monsters to suppresse Thou had'st great need of Royall fortitude , Els had'st thou been an Affrike wildernes . O happie lost Realme , for it hath ensu'de That now thy gaine is more , in restauration ; Then was thy lesse in all thy desolation .
SONNET . But if I sing great Henries fortitude , Shall I not then be blam'd for ouer-daring ? If ouer-slip it , then be taxt of fearing , Of silent dread , and dumbe ingratitude ? What ere befall , my youth-bold thoughts conclude Like Icarus my nimble Muse to raise : And if I fall in such a Sea of praise , What rarer Mausole may my bones include ? A sacred rage of some sweet furious flame Will-nill . I raps me boldly to rehearse Great Henries Trophies , & his glorious name . Then roule thou Torrent of my tender verse , Though this high Theame deserue a consort rather Of all the Muses , and all musickes father .
SONNET . Great Prince , not pleasd with a vain vertu-seeming ; Great Victor , prone to pardon humblenes , Happie , all hap heau'ns only gift esteeming ; Warriour , whose wars haue wroght his Cuntries PEACE : Noble by deeds , and noble by discent ; Ancient Achilles , youthfull Nestor sage , Whose ripe-experienc't courage confident , To knocks knits counsaile , and giues rule to rage . As hard in toyle , as in compassion soft , Inur'd to that , by nature borne to this ; Who sheds no blood , but sheddeth teares as oft , Who never fights but still the field is his . So like to Mars , that both in loues and warres , Bellona and Venus take him still for Mars .
SONNET . A spirit , to vertues cheerefully addrest ; Apt to all goodnes , to no ill inclin'd ; Quicke to conceiue , ingenious to digest ; Whose tongue is still true trumpet of the mind : A bodie , resting when it hath no rest ; A waxen mildnes in a steely mind ; A soule tra-lucent in an open brest Which others thoughts through banie walls can find ; Whose front reflects majesticall-humilitie , Whose graue sweet looke commandingly-intreats , Which in one instant feare and loue begets : A king still warring to obtaine tranquilitie , To saue his Country scorning thousand dangers ; Mirrour of Fraunce , and miracle of strangers .
SONNET . If that before thee fall rebellious Towers , If battered walles before thy souldiers , loofe : If hugest rockes be pearced by thy powers ; If gainst thine armes , no armour be of proofe . If that our fields flow with Iberian blood , If that thy campe composde of many a Caesar Can by no dismall dangers be withstood ; Iousting with Gyants , as it were at pleasure . If loftie mountaines to thine homage vaile ; If valleys rise to bulwarke thee about ; If for thy sake riuers doe flow and faile ; 'T was neither Canons , nor our conflicts stout , Nor strength , nor stomacke got these victories : No , 't was thy presence Henry , and thine eyes ,
SONNET . They be to blame then that thy boldnes blame , For hauing put thy selfe so oft in danger , Sith against rebels and against the stranger , Thy looks , like lightning did thy troopes inflame . Fraunce fought before , all bloody , faint , and lame , Crauing thine aide to venge her hatefull wrong : When , like a Lyon to preserue her yong Thou layd'st about thee to redeeme the same . Then had'st thou cause to hazard so thy life , In extreme perils , extreme remedies . But spare thee now , thy state is free from strife : Soueraigne , our fafetie in thy safetie lies . Codrus could keepe his , onely by his death : Thou thine , alone by thine owne liuing breath .
SONNET . What wreath were worthy to become thy crowne , What Carr-triumphant equall with thy worth , What marble statue meet for thy renowne , Thou that hast rais'd the Lillie of the Earth ? What honourable Title of Addition Dost thou deserue , who ioyning might with mildnes , Hast sau'd this great ship from a sad perdition , Nigh lost in th' Ocean of warres ciuill vildnes ? O modern Hercules , thy Countries father , Hope not of vs thy iust-deserued meed , Earth is too-base , in heau'n expect it rather . Our Laurels are too-pale to crowne thy deed , Who thus hast salu'd the vniuersall Ball , For the health of France imports the health of all ▪
SONNET . Pardon me ( Henry ) if heau'ns siluer raine Dewing thy Pearles impearle mine humble laies , And if my verse void both of price and paine , Presume thy vertues passing-price to praise : Pardon ( great King ) if that mine infant Muse Stutter thy name ; and if with skill too-scant I limne thee here , let zeale my crime excuse ; My steel's attracted by thine Adamant . For as the Sunne , although he doe reflect His golden rayes on grosser Elements , Doth neuer spot his beautifull aspect : So though the praises of thine Excellence Doe brightly glister in my gloomie stile , They nothing loose of their first grace the while .
SONNET . Now sith as well by conquest as succession Fraunce is thine owne ; O keepe it still therefore : 'T is much to conquer , but to keepe possession Is full as much , and if be not more . Who well would keepe so plentifull a portion , Must stablish first the heau'nly discipline ; Then humane Lawes , restraining all extortion ; And princely wealth with publick weale combine . A Princes safetie lyes in louing people ; His Fort is Iustice ( free from stratagem ) Without the which strong Cittadels are feeble . The subiects loue is wonne by louing them : Of louing them , n'-oppression is the triall : And no oppression makes them euer loyall .
SONNET . Bold Martialists , braue Impes of noble birth , Shining in steele for Fraunce , and for your king : Yee sonnes of those that heretofore did bring Beneath their yoke , the pride of all the earth . It is an honour to be high-discended , But more t' haue kept ones Country and fidelity ; For our owne vertues make vs most commended : And Truth 's the title of all true Nobilitie . Your shoulders shoard vp France , euen like to fall ; You were her Atlas , Henry Hercules : And but for you her shocke had shaken All ; But now shee stands stedfast on Ciuill PEACE : Wherefore if yet your war-like heat doe-wurke , With holy armes goe hunt the hatefull Turke .
SONNET . But you that vaunt your antique Pettigrees , So stately tymbring your surcharged shields , Perking ( like Pines aboue the lower trees ) Ouer the Farmers of your neighbour fields ; Is' t lacke of loue , or is it lacke of courage , That holds you snaile-like creeping in your houses , While ouer all your Countryes foes doe forrage , And rebell outrage euery corner rouses ? If no example of your Anceters , Nor present instance of bright-armed Lords , The feeble temper of your stomacke stirres , If in your liues yee neuer drew your swords To serue your King , nor quench your Countries flames , Pardon me Nobles , I mistooke your names .
SONNET . You sacred Order , chargd the Church to watch And teach the holy mysteries of heau'n , From henceforth all seditious plots dispatch , And father-like , to all be alwaies euen . Through superstition stirre no strife againe ; Reuolt's a mischiefe euermore pernicious : Plucke vp abuses , and the hurtfull graine Sprung from the Ignorant and Auaricious . Auoid Ambition ( common cause of strife ) Your reuerend robe be free from staines of blood , Preach holy doctrine , prooue it by your life : Flie Idlenes , chuse exercises good ; To wit , all workes of liuely faith and pietie , So to your fold shall flocke the blest societie .
SONNET . You graue assembly of sage Senators , Rights , Oracles , yee Ephori of Fraunce ; Who for the States and Iustice maintenance , Of Sword and Ballance are the Arbitrers : That from henceforth against all enemies , Our PEACE may seat her in a setled Throne ; Represse the malice of all mutinies , Which through th' aduantage of these times haue grown . At a low tyde 't is best to mend a breach Before the flood returne with violence : 'T is good in health to counsaile with a leach . So while a People's calme from insolence , 'T is best that Rulers bridle them with awe ; And ( for the future ) kurbe the lewd with law .
SONNET . People , lesse setled then the sliding sand ; More mutable then Proteus , or the Moone ; Turn'd and return'd in turning of a hand , Like Euripus ebbe-flowing euery Noone . Thou thousand-headed head-les Monster-most , Oft slaine like Antheus , and as oft new rising , Who hard as steele , as light as wind art tost ; Cameleon-like , each obiects colour prysing . Vnblind thy blind soule , ope thine inward sight , Be no more tinder of intestine flame , Of all fantastike humours purge thy spright : For if past follies vrge yet griefe and shame , Loe , like Obliuions law , to cure thy passion , State-stabling Peace brings froward minds in fashion .
SONNET . Engins of Vulcan , heau'n affrighting wonders . Like brittle glasse the Rocks to cynders breaking ; Deafning the winds , dumbing the loudest thunders ; May yee be bound a thousand yeres from speaking . Yee hate-peace hacksters flesht in massacres , Be you for euer banisht from our soile ; Yee steeled tooles of slaughter , wounds , & wars , Be you condemn'd to hang , and rust a while : Or ( not to languish in so fruitles rest ) Be you transform'd to husband-furniture , To plow those fields you haue so oft deprest : Or ( if you cannot leaue your wonted vrc ) Leaue ( at the least ) all mutinous alarmes , And be from henceforth Iustice lawfull Armes .
SONNET . O Paris know thy selfe , and know thy master As well thy heau'nly as thine earthly guider : And be not like a horse , who proud of pasture Breakes bit , & raines , and cast his cunning rider . Who nill be subiects , shall be slaues in fine : Who Kings refuse , shall haue a Tyrant Lord : Who are not moou'd with the mild rods diuine , Shall feele the furie of heau'ns venging sword . Thy greatnes stands on theirs that weare the crown , Whereof th' hast had now seuentie sauing seuen ; Thinke one sufficient soone to pull thee down : Kings greatnes stands on the great King of heau'n . Knowing these two , then Paris know thy selfe , By warres afflictions , and by PEACES wealth .
SONNET . Swell not in pride O Paris ( princely dame ) To be chiefe Citie and thy Soueraignes Throne : Citie ? nay modell of this totall Frame , A mightie kingdome of thy selfe alone : The scourge that lately with paternall hand For thine amendment did so mildly beat-thee , If any more against thy kings thou stand , Shall prooue that then God did but only threat-thee . Wert thou a hundred thousand fold more mightie , Who in th' Olympike court commands the thunders , In his lest wrath can wrack thee ( most almighty ) Thebes , Babel , Rome , those proud heau'n-daring wonders , Low vnder ground in dust and ashes lie , For earthly kingdomes euen as men doe die .
SONNET . But O my sorrowes ! whither am I tost ? What ? shall I bloodie sweet ASTREAS songs ? Re-open wounds that are now heald almost , And new-remember nigh-forgotten wrongs ? Sith stormes are calmed by a gentle starre , Forget we ( Muse ) all former furie-moods , And all the tempest of our viper-warre ; Drowne we those thoughts in deep-deepe Lethe floods . O but ( alas ) I cannot not retaine So great , notorious , common miseries . Nor hide my plaint , nor hold my weeping raine : But 'mid these hideous hellish outrages , I 'le show and prooue by this strange spectacle , Our ciuill PEACE , a sacred Miracle .
SONNET . As he that scap't from ship wrack on a planke , Doubts of his health , and hardly yet beleeues ( Still faintly shiuering on the feare-les banke ) That ( through that fraile helpe ) certainly he liues : As he that new freed from strange seruitude Returnes againe to tread his natiue allies , Seemes still to feare his Patrons rigour rude , And seemes still tugging , chayned in the Gallies . So alwaies ruth , ruine , and rage , and horror Of troubles past doe haunt me euery where , And still meete furies and gastly terror ; Then to my selfe thus raue I , ( rapt with feare ) From pleasures past if present sorrow spring , Why should not past cares present confort bring ?
SONNET . We must now vpbraid each others crimes , Committed wrongly in the time of warre ; For we haue all ( alas ) too often times Prouok't the vengeance of the Lord too farre : Some robbing Iustice vnder maske of Reason ; Some blowing coles to kindle-vp Sedition ; Some ' against their King attempting open Treason ; Some Godding fortunen ( Idol of Ambition ) Alas , we know our cause of maladie , All apt t' accuse , but none to clense th' impure ; Each doth rebuke , but none doth remedie : To know a griefe it is but halfe a cure : Is it our sinnes ? let 's purge away that bane ; For what helps Phisicke if it be not tane ?
SONNET . Who cloake their crimes in hoods of holines , Are double villaines : and the Hypocrite Is most-most odious in Gods glorious sight , That takes his name to couer wickednes . Prophane Ambition , blind and irreligious , Inquest of kingdomes holding nothing holy ; Think'st thou th' Eternall blind ( as thou in folly ) Or weake to punish monsters so prodigious ? O execrable vizard , canst thou hide thee From th' All-pierce-eye ? are treason , rape , & murder Effects of faith , or of the Furies-order ? Thy vaile is rent , the rudest haue descride thee . 'T is now apparant to each plaine Opinion , Thy hot Deuotion hunted but Dominion .
SONNET . 'T is strange to see the heat of Ciuill brands , For when we arme vs brother against brother , O then how ready are our hearts and hands : And wits awake to ruine one another ! But come to counter-min 'gainst secret treason , Or force the forces of a stranger foe , Alas , how shallow are we then in reason , How cold in courage , and in camping slow ? Franunce only striues to triumph ouer Fraunce : With selfe-kill swords to cut each others throat , What swarmes of soldiers euery where doe float , To spend and spoyle a kingdomes maintenance ? But said I soldiers ? ah I blush for shame , To giue base the eues the noble soldiers name .
SONNET . I st not an endles scandall to our daies ( If possible our heires can credit it ) That th' holy name of PEACE so worthy praise , Hath been our watch-word for a fault vnfit ? That the pure Lillie , our owne natiue flower , Hath been an odious obiect in our eyes ? That kingly Name , & kings heaun'-stablisht power , Hath been with vs a marke of trecheries ? T' haue banisht hence the godly and the wise , Whose sound direction kept the State from danger , Yea , made their bodies bloody sacrifice ? And ( to conclude ) seeking to serue a stranger , T' haue flab'd our own ( but O Muse keep that in , The fault 's so foule , to speake it were a sinne . )
SONNET . I waile not I so much warres wastfull rigours , Nor all thy ruines make me halfe so sorie , As thy lost honour ( France ) which most disfigures , Loosing thy loyaltie , thy natiue glorie . From Moores to Moscouites ( O cursed change ! ) The French are called , Faith-les Parricides : Th' erst-most-prince-loyall people ( ô most strange ! ) Are now Prince-treachers more then all besides : With vs , massacres passe for Pietie ; Theft , rape , & wrong for iust-attaind possessions ; Reuolt for Merit , Rage for Equitie : Alas , must we needs borrow the transgressions And imperfections of all other nations , Earst onely blamed for inconstant fashions ?
SONNET . Not without reason hath it oft been spoken , That through faire concord little things augment , And ( opposite ) that mightiest things are broken Through th' vgly discord of the discontent When many tunes doe sweetly symphonize It conquers hearts & kindly them compound ; When many hearts doe gently sympathize In sacred friendship , there all blisse abounds . Alas , if longer we deuide this Realme , Loosing to euery Partizan a part ; Farewell our Lillies and our Diadem . For though it seeme to breath now some what peart , Our sinnes I feare will worke worse after-claps , And there 's most danger in are-relaps .
SONNET . O how I hate these partializing wordes , Which show how we are in the faith diuised : I st possible to whet so many swordes , And light such flames 'mong th' In-one-Christ baptizedt Christians to Christians to be brute and bloodie , Altars to Altars to be opposite , Parting the limmes of such a perfect Bodie , While Turkes with Turkes doe better farre vnite ? We our Truth find doubts ( whence follow scismes ) They , whose fond Law doth all of lies consist , Abide confirm'd in their vaine Paganismes . One nought beleeues , another what him list , One ouer-creeds , another Creeds too-short ; Each makes his Church ( rather his Sect ) a part .
SONNET . Put off ( deare French ) all secret grudge and gall , And all keen stings of vengeance on all parts : For if you would haue PEACE proclaim'd to all , It must be first faire printed in your harts . Henry , the mildest of all Conquerers , ( Your perfect glasse for Princely clemencie ) He , to appease and calme the state from iarres , For his friends sake hath sau'de his enemie . Let 's all be French , all subiects to one Lord ; Let Fraunce from henceforth be one onely state ; Let 's all ( for Gods sake ) be of one accord : So ( through true zeale Christs praise to propagate ) May the most Christian King with prosperous power On Sion walls be-plant our Lillie-flower .
SONNET . O Christian corsiue ! That the Mahomite With hundred thousands in Vienna Plaine , His Mooned standards hath already pight , Prest to ioyne Austrich to his Thracian raigne : Malth , Corfu , Candie , his proud threats disdaine ; And all our Europe trembles in disinay ; While striuing Christians by each other slaine , Each other weak'ning , make him easie way . Rhodes , Belgrade , Cyprus , & the Realmes of Greece , Thral'd to his barbarous yoke , yet fresh-declare , That while two striue a third obtaines the fleece . Though name of Christian be a title faire , If but for Earth they all this while haue striu'n , They may haue Earth , but others shal haue heau'n .
SONNET . May I not one day see in France againe Some new Martellus , full of stout actiuitie , To snatch the scepter from the Saracen , That holds the Holy Land in strait captiuity ? May I not see the selfe-weale-wounding launce Of our braue bloods ( earst one another goring ) Turn'd with more valour on the Musulmans , A higher pitch of happie prowesse soaring ? But who ( deare Fraunce ) of all thy men-at-armes Shall so farre hence renew thine ancient Laurels ? Sith here they plot thine and their propher harms , I rather feare that ( through these fatall quarrels ) That hate-Christ Tyrant will in time become The Lord and Soueraigne of all Christendome .
SONNET . 'Mid all these mischiefes while the frend-foe strangers With vs , against vs , had intelligence ; Henry our King , our father , voides our dangers , And ( O heau'ns wonder ) planteth PEACE in France . Thou Iudge that sitt'st on the supernall Throne , O quench thy furie , keepe vs from hostilitie , With eyes of mercie looke thou still vpon Our PEACE , and found it on a firme stabilitie : Sith in despight of discord , thou alone , Inward and outward hast thus salu'd vs ( Lord ) Keepe still our France , ( or rather Lord thine own ) Let Princes loue , and liue in iust accord : Disarme them ( Lord ) or if armes busie them , Be it alone for thy Ierusalem .
A Dialogue vpon the Troubles past : BETWEENE HERACLITVS and the laughing Philosophers . Heraclitus . A Las , thou laugh'st , perhaps not feeling well The painfull torments of this mortall hell : Ah canst thou teare-les in this iron Age , See men massacred , monsters borne to rage ? Democritus . Ha , but why weep'st thou ? wherefore in this sort Doest thou lament amid this merrie sport Ha , canst thou choose but laugh to see the state Of mens now-sollies , and the freakes of fate ? Heraclitus . He hath no heart that melts not all in teares , To see the treasons , murders , massacres , Sackes , sacriledges , losses , and alarmes Of those that perish by their proper armes . Democritus . Who all-dismayed , swoundeth soddainly To heare or see some fained Tragedie held in these dayes on euery stage as common , Is but a heart-les man , or but a woman . Heraclitus . O would to God our Countries tragicke ruth Were but a fable , no effected truth : My soule then should not sigh to angry heau'n , Nor for her plagues my tender heart be riu'n . Democritus . I take the world to be but as a stage , Where not-maskt men dee play their personage . 'T is but a mummerie , and a pleasant show , Sith ouer all strange vanities doe flow . Heraclitus . Those vanities I haue in detestation , As cursed causes of Gods indignation : Which makes me alwayes weepe , sith on the earth I see no obiect for the meanest mirth . Democritus Thus from one subiect sundrie sequels spring , As diuersly our wits conceiue a thing . I laught to see thee weepe ; thou weep'st to see Me laugh so much , which more afflicteth thee . Heraclitus . Laugh while thou list at mortall miseries , I cannot choose but euen weepe out mine eyes , Finding more cause for teares in bloodie slaughter , Then for thy sence-lesill-beseeming laughter . Democritus . Melt thee , distill thee , turne to waxe or snow ; Make sad thy gesture , turne thy voice to wor ; I cannot weepe , except sometimes it hap Through laughing much mine eyes let fall a drop . Heraclitus . I weepe to see thus euery thing confused , Order disordred , and the Lawes abused ; Iustice reuerst , and Pollicie peruerted ; And this sicke state neare vtterly subuerted . Democritus . I laugh to see how Fortune , like a ball , Playes with the Globe of this inconstant All : How shee degradeth these , and graceth those ; How whom she lifts-vp , down againe she throwes . Heraclitus . I raine downe Riuers , when against their King Cities rebell through subiects bandying : When Colledges through armes are reft of Art : When euery Countie kingdomes it apart . Democritus . I burst with laughter , when confounding state , I see those rebels hunt their Magistrate . When I heare Porters prate of State-designes , And make all common , as in new-found Indes . Heraclitus . I weepe to see Gods glory made a vaile To couer who his glorie most assaile : That sacred Faith is made a maske for sinne , And men runne headlong to destructions ginne . Democritus . I laugh with all my heart at the transforming Of ●●ggling Proteis , to all timaes conforming , But most I laught haue seene the world so mad To starue and die , when those damn'd Atheists bad . Heraclitus . I weepe ( alas ) to see the people weepe , Opprest with rest-les waight in dangers deepe ; Crying for PEACE , but yet not like to get-her , Yet her condition is not greatly better . Democritus . I laugh to see all cause of laughter gone , ( thy mone : Through those which ( erst thou said'st ) haue caus'd Noting th' old guise I laugh at al their new ; I laugh at more , but dare not tell it you . Heraclitus . Some sorrowes also I in silence keepe , But in the desart , all my woes shall weepe , And there perhaps the Rocks will helpe me then ; For in these dayes they are more mild then men . Democritus . I'●e dwell in Cities ( as my Genius guides ) To laugh my fill , for smiling PEACE prouides Such plenteous store of laughing stuffe to fill me , That still I 'le laugh , vnles that laughing kill me Finis .
AN ODE OF THE loue and beauties of ASTREA . To the most match-les , faire , and vertuous , M. M. H.
TETRASTICON . Thou for whose sake my freedome I forsake , Who murdring me , doost yet maintaine my life : Here vnder PEACE , thy beauties type I make , Faire war-like Nymph that keep'st me still in strife .
The Loue and Beauties of ASTREA . Sacred PEACE , if I approoue thee , If more then my life I loue thee , 'T is not for thy beauteous eyes : Though the brightest lampe in skies In his highest Sommer shine Seemes a sparke compar'd with thine , With thy paire of selfe-like Sunnes , Past all els comparisons . 'T is not ( deare ) the dewes Ambrosiall Of those pretie lips so Rosiall Make me humble at thy feet . Though the purest house sweet That the Muses birds doe bring To Mount Hybla euery spring , Nothing neare so pleasant is As thy liuely louing kisse .
ASTREA . 'T is not ( Beauties Emperesse ) Th' amber circlets of thy tresse , Curled by the wanton windes , That so fast my freedome bindes : Though the precious glittering sand Richly strow'd on Tagus strand ; Nor the graines Pactolus told Neuer were so fine a gold . 'T is not for the polish't rowes Of those Rocks whence Prudence flowes That I still my suite pursue ; Though that in those Countries new In the Orient lately found ( Which in precious gemmes abound ) 'Mong all baytes of Auarice Be no Pearles of such a price .
ASTREA . 'T is not ( Sweet ) thine yuorie necke Makes me worship at thy becke ; Nor that prettie double Hill Of thy bosome panting still : Though no fairest Laedas swanne , Nor no sleekest marble can Be so smooth or white in show , As thy Lillies , and thy Snow . 'T is not ( O my Paradice ) Thy front euener than the yee , That my yeelding heart doth tye With his mild-sweet Maiestie : Though the siluer Moone be faine Still by night to mount her waine , Fearing to sustaine disgrace If by day shee meet thy face .
ASTREA . 'T is not that soft Sattin limme , With blew trailes enameld trimme , Thy hand , handle of perfection , Keepes my thoughts in thy subiection : Though it haue such curious cunning , Gentle touch , and nimble running , That on Lute to heare it warble , Would mooue rocks and rauish marble , 'T is not all the rest beside , Which thy modest vaile doth hide From mine eyes ( ah too iniurious ) Makes me of thy loue so curious : Though Diana being bare , Nor Leucothoe passing rare , In the Christall-flowing springs Neuer bath'd so beauteous things .
ASTREA . What then ( O diuinest Dame ) Fires my soule with burning flame , If thine eyes be not the matches Whence my kindling taper catches ? And what Nectar from aboue Feeds and feasts my ioyes ( my Loue ) If they tast not of the dainties Of thy sweet lippes sugred plenties ? What fell heat of couetize In my feeble bosome fries ; If my heart no reckoning hold Of thy tresses purest gold ? What inestimable treasure Can procure me greater pleasure Then those Orient Pearles I see When thou daign'st to smile on mee ?
ASTREA . What ? what fruit of life delights My delicious appetites , If I ouer-passe the messe Of those apples of thy brests ? What fresh buddes of scarlet Rose Are more fragrant sweet than those Then those twins thy strawberry teates , Curled-purled cherrielets ? What ( to finish ) fairer limme , Or what member yet more trimme , Or what other rarer subiect Makes me make thee all mine obiect ? If it be not all the rest By thy modest vaile supprest ( Rather which an enuious cloud From my sight doth closely shroud . )
ASTREA . Ah 't's a thing farre more diuine , 'T is that Peere-les soule of thine , Master-peece of heau'ns best Art , Made to maze each mortall hart . 'T is thine all-admired wit , Thy sweet grace and gesture fit , Thy mild pleasing curtesie Makes thee triumph ouer me . But , for thy faire soules respect , I loue twinne-flames that reflect From thy bright tra●lucent eyes . And thy yellow lockes likewise . And those Orient Pearlie Rockes Which thy lightning smile vn-lockes . And the Nectar-passing blisses Of thy bony-sweeter kisses .
ASTREA . I loue thy fresh rosie cheeke Blushing most Aurora-like , And the white-exceeding skin Of thy neck and dimpled chin , And those yuorie-marble mounts Either , neither , both at once : For I dare not touch to know If they be of flesh or no. I loue thy pure Lillie hand Soft and smooth , and slender ; and Those fiue nimble brethren small Arm'd with Pearle-shel helmets all . I loue also all the rest By thy modest vaile supprest ( Rather which an enuious cloud From my longing sight doth shroud . )
ASTREA . Sweet mouth that send'st a muskie rosed breath ; Fountaine of Nectar , and delightfull Balme ; Eies cloudy-clere , smile-frowning , stormy-calm ; Whose euery glance darts me a liuing-death : Browes bending quaintly , your round Ebene arkes : Smile , that then Venus sooner Mars besots ; Lockes more then golden , curl'd in curious knots , Where in close ambush wanton Cupid lurkes : Grace Angel-like ; faire forehead smooth and high ; Pure white , that dimm'st the Lillies of the vale ; Vermilion rose , that mak'st Aurora pale : Rare spirit , to rule this beauteous Emperie : If in your force diuine effects I view , Ah who can blame me if I worship you ?
TO ASTREA . Thou , whose sweet eloquence doth make me mute ; Whose sight doth blind me ; & whose nimblenes Of feet in daunce , and fingers on the Lute , In deepe amazes makes me motion-les . Whose only presence from my selfe absents me , Whose pleasant humours , make me passionate ; Whose sober mood , my follies represents me : Whose graue-mild graces make me emulate . My heart , through whome my hart is none of mine : My All , through whome , I nothing doe possesse Saue thine Idéa , glorious and diuine . O thou my Peace-like warre , & warlike PEACE , So much the wounds that thou hast giuen me , please ; That t is my best case neuer to haue case .
Epigrammes upon Warre and Peace .
Vpon the League . FRance , without cause thou doost complaine Against the League for wronging thee , Sh' hath made thee large amends againe With more than common vsurie . For , for thy one King which she slew , Sh' hath giuen thee now a thousand new .
Vpon the taking of Paris . 1 When Paris happily was wonne With small or no endangering , Such sodaine common ioy begunne , That one would say ( t' haue seene the thing ) Th' King tooke not Paris , Paris tooke the King . 2 O rarest sight of ioyfull woe , Adorned with delightfull dread ; When Henry with one selfe-same show , Conquer'd at once and triumphed ! 3 Sith thee from danger and distresse to free , The King thus tooke , or rather entred thee : Paris , it was not in sterne Mars his moneth , But in the month that mild ASTREA owneth .
Vpon the fall of the Millars-bridge . 1 The Millars in the riuer drown'd , While Paris was beleagerd round ; To die were all resolu'd in mind Because they had no more to grind . 2 Then was their fittest time to die Because they might intend it best : But their intent was contrarie , Because they then liu'd so at rest . 3 As after long sharpe famine , some ( forlorne ) Of surfet die , their greedines is such : This Mill-bridge hauing fasted long from corne Is drow'nd perhaps for hauing ground too-much .
Vpon the recouery of Amiens . I know not which may seeme most admirable ; To take or retake such a Citties force : But yet I know which is most honorable , To take by fraud , or to retake by force . 2 Each where they sing a thousand wayes The glorie of this enterprise : But yet of all their merrie layes , The best is still in the Reprise . 3 Hernand was happie by this Enterprise To take so soone our Amiens without blow : More happie yet , to die ere the Reprise , Els had he dy'de for shame to leaue it so .
Vpon the Reduction of Nantes . Nantes would not yeeld so soone ( they said ) Nor be recouered so good cheape And yet for all defence it made , 'T was made to make the Britton leape .
Vpon PEACE . 1. Souldiers late prest , are now supprest ; Crost and cassierd from further pay , Yet will they in this time of rest , Take vp their lendings by the Way . 2 This PEACE ( it seemeth ) doth not sound To all the world , for euery where More Sergeants now doe goe the Round , Then Souldiers earst accustom'd were .
Vpon Captaine Coblar . A merry Coblar left the warres , To turne vnto his occupation : And asked by his customers The reason of his alteration : ‛ Thath pleasd ( quoth he ) the King t'ordaine That each his Office take againe .
Epitaphes .
Vpon Warre . 1 Here , vnder 〈◊〉 huge heape of stones Lately enterr'd , lyes cruell WARRE : Pray God long rest her soule and bones : Yet there is nothing worse for her .
Vpon Rowland Rob-Church . 2 Here lyeth Rowland , that was lately slaine , In robbing of a wealthie Chappell , spyde : Yet I beleeue he doth in heau'n remaine , Sith onely for the Churches Good he dy'de .
Vpon Captaine Catch . 3 Here vnder , Captaine CATCH is laid , Who sixe times chang'd from side to side , Of neither side ( it seem'd ) afraid : He wore a white scarfe when he dy'de , Yet some suspect , and so doe I , For his inconstance showne before , That to the Black-band he did flie . But now he can reuolt no more .
Vpon Sir Nequam Neuter . 4 Here lyeth he , who the more safe to pray On both sides ; Neuter , betweene both abode : Whither his Soule is gone , I can not say , Sith he was nor for Deuill , nor for God . Pax omnibus vna . FINIS .