Englands hope, against Irish hate

ENGLANDS HOPE AGAINST IRIHS HATE . THE Serpents sly insinuating course , Is farre below most opposite to sight ; His practize deadly , his desier worse : The fairest greene conceales his hidden spight , Nothing lesse feared then to shunne his force : Yet nothing sooner doth beget mishappe , For worst insnares the suddaine vnseene trappe . Such are those creeping Machauils of late , Those eues-dropping Heralts listning spies , That come to prye into our Countries state ; To hide their Treason , Vizards they deuize ; That so they may our purposes relate : With vs they walke , they laugh ; with vs they eate Yet in their hartes hath Iudas ta'ne his seate . But if their falsehood , Trueth hath open laide ; If younger wits , their elder shifts haue seene : If their close meeching prouidence displaide , And all their councels haue confounded been : If Trecherie haue Treasons selfe betraide , And not our selues do laugh at them alone , If all miscarry : Why not then Terone ? What venome beast compared to the Toade , Doth better picture malice of the minde ? Hee stripes so long his rancor to vnloade , As coueting an equall pitch to finde : With him whose clouen hoofe is scarce so broade In puft presumptuous humor glowting sitts , Vntill his carcas quite in sunder splitts . Such is the broody monster Rome containes , His eyes he straines vntill they sparkle fire : His handes are fatted with continuall gaines : Each howre against the annoynted hee conspires His hart a thousand stratagems retaines , And downe his throat he needs wil swallow Spaine With Fraunce and Italy , to worke our paine . But if this dyet haue distemper wrought , If this huge glutton surfettor on hate , In striuing to be greater then he ought : Hath still been crost with death , a boading fate , That his disseuered members fly about ; And some of them vnto our gates at blowne , For Crowes to feed on : Why not then Terone ? The Shepheards dread , the silly flockes annoy , The rauening Woolfe , is euer knowne to be His thirsty stomacke slaughter must inioy , And naught but blood allayes his tyrannie : The more he hath , the more he will destroy , Nor is it soueraintie , but beastiall lust : For who knowes not the sillie Lambe is iust ? Such is the sterne Iberian Monarchy , Whose fingers dipt in ill effused gore : And hartes ybath'd in neighbor Tyranny , Lift vp their snowts into the West for more , And nought may staunch their bloody penury , But wrongfull massacre of Gods elect , The more their proude ambition to detect . But if the sinnewes of their strong assaultes , The iust reuenger haue in sunder crackt : If so their huge Armados in the vault's , Of vast Oceans kingdome haue been wrackt , Leauing the world to descant on their faults : If all their boasting th●ea●es away were blowne , And they supprest : then why not now TERONE ? If wauering with the reede that shakes his toppe , Which way the wind sends foo●th a whistling gale , Euer bee turning with the weather-cocke , And spred Inconstancies forbidden sayle , Deserue reproach , and euery Idiots mocke : What then shall they that like Camelions skinnes , Make euery obiect Authour of new sinnes ? Yet such there are , whose rotten inside showes Their outward painting , but corrupted drosse , Whose fayth as often alters , as the glo●e , For most aduantage in deceipt so grosse : As for their gaine , they wrecke not honors losse ; Now swearing , then recounting what they swore , One foote on board , the other on the shore . But if the Plaines of Cressy , like a Booke Containe in Carracters their heauie doome : If Bullen , Turny , Poictiers , pale do looke , To thinke what hath , or may here after come : If they be witnesses how ill we brooke Dissembling lips , when Trueth the goale hath won , Treading on falshood : Why not then Terone ? The Foxe is subtile , and doth lie a loofe , Wayting occasion when to catch his pray ; Seeing , and yet not seene , for his behoofe , As though compassion kept him at a stay , When ( God doth know ) ti 's feare doth rule the day : Yet such is his Hypocrisie by kinde , He will be thought to loue ; to hate inclinde . Such Cubbes the Northerne issue of the aire , Sends foorth to barke against the siluer Moone Whose frosen temperate cannot repaire Nor better fame that Region euer wonne . Ti 's hard to wring moyst water from a stone : What hath been custom'd , seldome men refraine , A bone-bred euill , the flesh will still retaine . But if their lurking malice hath been impt Euen when their treason , like grassie blads did spring And downe their gyant boastings rudly tript , When circumuention lookt for greatest speeding , And in one day their Army lay a bleeding : If King and people both were ouer-throwne , What lets to hope the like against Terone ? As that disease which doth attaint the hart , Is more pernitious fatall then the griefe , Doth outwardly afflict some other part ; And is lesse capeable of swift reliefe : So mongst our enemies the worst and chiefe , Is nothing foraine , but the home-bred foe ; And such as owne dominion vnder-goe . Whereof foure kindes I purpose to relate ; All Viper-like , their mothers wombe assayling : All worse then Hemblocke to their countries state , Against her life , with meagre death preuailing , In them faire Peace her miseries bewailing : That most vnnaturall outrage filles the aire , And Prince and subiect feedes vpon dispaire . The first , the Traitor Passant I define : The next , Regardant : Couchant is the third : Rampant the fourth and last : where I combine The generall Eyrie of this monsterous Birde ; Whereof not one hath wickedly been stirde , That vnder vengaunce iustly did not groane , To quit rebellion : Why not then Terone ? THE TRAITOR PASSANT . This whelpe of Typhe , this grosse influence , Of canckring humors hauing taken holde , Infecteth all , like to the Pestilence : Gaddes too and fro , in councell shameles boulde ; Perswading here , there tempting with his golde : That so he may peruert the ciuill good , And hurt , for whom he owes his vassaile blood . Such Inundation of lewde villanie , Such walking Spirits , such hopping Grashoppers : Such Frogges of Aegypt , bastard Iesury , Not long agoe did play the damn'de introppers , With drawing subiects from their fealtie : Sounding our Hauens , gathering in munition , Gainst some forraine power abrupt-intrusion . But if Throckmorton , Campion , and the rest , With those their deadly sinnes , in number doubling All agents to the Triple wreathed Beast : With plodding feete our spring of gladnes troubling Fell in their owne mudd errours , groueling : If their blood paceing trackts , were quickly knowne , And they supplanted : Why not then Terone ? THE TRAITOR REGARDANT . This sqint-ey'd wat , this wry-neckt fugitiue , Labours in like oppugnacie of fayth : Some fatall Organon for to contriue , Whereby he may procure his Countries scath ; But being smoakt in that he plotted hath , A way he goes ; yet flying wrythes his head , Repyning still at those from whom he 's fled . Such after-malice , such retorting hate , That grindes the teeth when he is forst'to skud : Cursing the fortune of well gouern'd state , When other mischiefe wholly is withstood , Ploughing with speed through the Ocean flud : And hauing got the seas vpon their backe , Looke ore their shoulder for their countries wracke But if their staring expectation faile , And they haue gapt vntill their lawes do ake : It imprecations nothing do preuaile , Nor else what they in practize vnder take , But dayly miseries their soules pertake : As not the wofull Westmerland alone , Repents his treason : Why not then Terone ? THE TRAITOR COVCHANT . This leering monster lurkes within his den , Seeming well pleasd with any square of life ; Conceales his thoughts from publike sight of men : Giues vnder-hand increase to factious strife , And in his bosome hides the fatall knife : With which , when Innouation calles him out , Hee ruthles meanes to cut his countries throate . This is that lumpe of vile hipocrisie , That Ianus-like doth beare a double hood . This is that framer of bace villanic , By whom all vertuous actions are withstood . He neuer doth intende his Countries good ; But priuatly indeuours publicke smart , To whom he owes his blood , his life , his hart . Such are the ruines of decayde excesse , The Catelines that some time pestered Rome , Our newtrall male-contents , of conscience lesse Then they which sacriledge their fathers Tombe : With them Church will-full exiles halting come ; Who are as Spiders mongst the honny Bees , Or to pure Wine , the dreg downe sinking Lees. If these grosse abiectes , these indifferences , Respecting almost neither hell nor heauen ; Haue been ingaold within their durty styes , Of all exulting glory quite bereauen : Not daring once lift vp their low-checkt eyes ▪ If trembling feare haue drencht them in their mone , Leauing them prostrate : Why not then Terone ? THE TRAITOR RAMPANT . Amaine , Amaine , thus cryes this lustie base , The toppe must vaile , no other congie serues : A Cottage ? fic , his seate must be a Pallace ; To which his brandisht blade , his passage carues , All , or else none , his worthines deserues : And so doth eleuate his reaching paw , With kingly spoyle , to gorge Ambitions maw ▪ Such was the Serpentine late gathered head , Congeald obedience publisht in the North ▪ And such is that in Ireland now bred , By him whose parentage is little worth : That hath inkindled Maiesties high wroth : Those onely Vermine of their Countries soyle , Contemning Peace , and glorying so in spoyle . But if in all times former memory , Such , and the like proceedinges haue declinde : If neuer yet was seene that Trechery , Against th' annoynted , had his force combinde ; But still deserued-vengaunce was assignde : If all haue learned experience one , by one , To taste affliction : Why not then Terone ? To ouer passe the ruines long perfixt , Inroulde in leaues of graue Antiquitie : The mutuall Blood of Traitors late commixt , Let out by sword of sharpe seueritie , Giue warrantize of lawrell victorie : And to these Rebels fearefull discipline , What t y's a subiectes duetie to resigne . If Rory Oge , a pillor of that crew , Of glib-pate Karne , and breechles pedigree ; Presuming of a Scepter to ensue : Fell headlong into cureles miserie , Cursing the time of treading thus awry , And with his blood powrde foorth repentant teares , To shew his sorrow , for mispence of yeares . If Feaghe Mackhugh an other out-law carle , Stampt of the same rebellious vp-start moulde , With those , against the regall guidance gnarle : Not enterprizing what they should , but would ; Receau'd his hire , for being ouer bould : And for adulterat Nobilitie , Was taught the studie of Astronomie . If sterne Mackshaw irregular and bloody , That likewise gaue vs base vpon the bogges , In treasons pursute , obstinate and moody : Trayning with him a number such like dogges , Performd at last his currish obsequie , A haulter destin'd to his mankind necke , That gaue the lusty gamester mate and checke . If great Oneale , sole great in his abuse , Rich in the want of true humilitie : A pignie punie for the spirits infuse ; And Irus poore for his fidelitie , Was forst to see his naked Trecherie , And stealing foorth to finde the Figtree-shade , Could no way shrowd th' offence his soule had made If Desmond , that Hereditary Lord , Lilke Naball vaunting his large Seigniorie ; Thousandes depending on his ill drawne Sword , Payde dearely for his damned periurie : His House attaint with lasting infamie , And his cropt head aduanct' in deathes pale throne , For men to gaze at : Why not then Terone ? If Deitie the righteous cause vpholde , And wrong be still the Iewell of his hate : If band coale blacke , their Princes loue haue solde , And blest that sticke vnto their countries state : If death the one doe neuer subiugate , But spight of Destinie , his fame shall flourish , Where as the other eternally shall perish . If Traytors though immûr'd in walles of Brasie , And lockt in Armour of the strongest proofe ; In courage still , are brittle as the Glasse , Their conscience telling how they keepe aloofe : If they are but a bubble , smoake , a puffe ; Afrayde to looke vpon the rysing Sunne , And dreading more , when he his course hath runne If euery scowlyng cloud aloft doth glaunce , And some times but the shadow of a Tree , Make them coniecture some suddaine wrackfull chaunce , Leading their senses to an extasie : If multitudes and many handes they bee , But hartes to guide those handes but few or none : Who sees not then the downe-fall of Terone ? A Traitors Cognizaunce to know him by ; Are his leawd deedes , and successe therein , To finde them such peruse their villany : Vnrippe the fardle of their mouldy sin : Describe the puddle they do wallow in , The haynous theftes , the massacres of ruth , Wherin they haue bin nouzled from their youth . As they are rude , and strange in their attyre , Portrayted in an Anticke fashion : So all their dispositions , all desire , Bewrayes a crooked generation , Vnciuill in their first creation : Each channell begger needy will be a Lord , Although his honors purchace be a cord . Those ciuill hartes that stoope to iust commaund , Allow Religion , and imbrace their God : They seriously with all their might withstand , Afflicting them with warres deepe wounding rod , Accounting still the number to be od , Vntill such Subiectes they haue ouerthrowne , As are vnfaigned friendes vnto the Crowne . Banquets wherein their appetites may broach , The crymsen veynes of kinne , to quench their thirst : In rage they wrecke not Natures neare approach ; Who is the last , appeareth to be first . If he can glory most of deedes accurst : All their delight is generall annoy , And by most harmes acrues their greatest ioy . Fruite Fieldes ore-runne , and stately Cities burning , Order disordered , Iustice in the wayne : The current of sweete Peace , to discord turning : Women lamenting , Children cryes in vayne : What ere is got , accounted honest gayne . Blasphemie to God , to Men a scandall , This Irish Kerne allowes , else they condemne all . Their will submits not to their Princes will . Obedience is a word , they neuer heard : Their hope is for to be magnifide for ill . The Law 's a chastitie , a taske too hard . Prayer , and all good exercise , is bard : And sooner they will lift a hand to kill , Then once intreat remission of that ill . Humilitie is natiue arrogance , Retaine from time of their Conception . Three thinges accompanie their essence , Neuer retaine but by subuersion , Feare , Shame , and Guilt of Consience : But if it chaunce they do out-liue their pride , Then comes Repentance , else they are neuer tride . Feare of his Iudgement that appeares aboue , Shame of the worldes reprochfull censure , The mindes fell torment that doth euer moue , And wrappes the body in perpetuall torture : This is a duetie growing euery quarter ; Exactes a pention , if it be denide , Dispaire assayles the partie , so exilde . And then proceedes the sport as at a feast , Blindnes goes on , and their delight is prest , More rude in Nature then the sauage Beast : Obseruing these three qualities detest , Impudencie , Craft , and Couetousnes : Whereof the first assures them voyde of shame : The second wealth : the third a victors name . When , though the boosome of Affection ope , The eye of Pittie smyle them in the face ; The tongue pronounce sweete Liberties free scope : And Armes expantion offer kind imbrace : Though all resolue to doe them any grace ; As what on earth is more to be extolde , Then Princes loue , out valuing finest golde ? Yet they contemne with Aesops Cocke the Pearle , Esteeming more some dirtie Graine rake vpp , Then all the blessinges gratious Heauens do sell , To such as thirst to drinke of Vertues cuppe , Treading the open way that leades to Hell : Rather then enter at the Narrow gate , Whose Iorney is the blessednes of fate . Nature besides abhorres this loathed vice , Opening her wombe in monsterous prodigies , Whose better fauours melt away like yce , Supplanting them with harder penuries . The earth all barren and forsaken lyes , In stead of holsome fruites , ranckest of weedes , Albeit their labour cast in better seedes . Heauen lowres in Tragicke collours of disdaine , His marble face hath no relenting motion : The day expectes her wonted light in vaine : Or if it deigne the world her beames of notion , It is with fiery meteors perturbation : The angery Sunne refraines to shine on those , Which are to God and men such brainsicke foes . The dropsy-sicke infeebled ayre a boundes With mystie vapours filling all her partes . The Siluans their mellodious cheerefull soundes , To dismall Skreech-Owle Elegies conuertes , Downe the blacke vesture of sad Fos ' skyrtes : A Deluge from her raynie cheekes distilles , To see the earth replenisht with such diuelles . Looke towards the mountaines , & in modest lothing They shrinke aside , not able to indure The hidious proude vnnaturall incroching Of such their pleighted loyaltie abiure : The sauage Beastes hold this as most impure ; They follow the iust instinction of their kind : Men are to all lycentiousnes inclind . The raging Waters of the boysterous Seas , A litle banke of Sand doth circle in ; Although it seeme nought may his threats appease , Yet to exceed his boundes , was neuer seene . The Sunne , the Moone , & Starres , obsequious beene : The Cloudes depart not out their station , But gliding , keepe their first creation . More neare to come , peruse the bodyes frame , How all thinges keepe their mutuall harmonie , Without the least commotion in the same ; The one disturbing not the others duetie , But loue induceing friendly amitie , Causeth a sweete consent of many stringes , That to the whole exceeding comfort bringes . The Hand giues not direction to the Head , But seruiceable takes his charge from it . The Foote instructeth not the Eye to guide ; But from his beames receiues his borrowed light : Contemplate on the flaming vitall bright Within the Hart ; the motiue in the Brayne : The naturall power the Liuer doth contayne . Who sees not yf the least of these reuolt , Presuming to supplant his neighbour brother Ruine , destruction doth the rest assault ; And that becomes their murther , was their mother ; Moysture contending lyuely Heate to smother : Cold conquering Heate , and what was spirit & life , Quite profligate by such intestine strife . May droopes not straight , yf but in qualitie The bodyes temperature retaine excesse ? As say the blood inflamd with Luxurie , Increase beyonde his wonted greatnes : What sodaine pricking yrksomnes Nettles the Veynes ? as but some Delphian art Rebuke disorder : health is desperat . Obedience ioynes ; Disorder seperates . Obedience pitties ; but Disorder scornes . Obedience plantes vineyardes of sweete Grapes : Disorder planted with sharpe pricking Thornes . This many cut-throate Ministers subbornes , That styrres direct Astras golden Helme , And makes a peacefull want , excluding Realme . Yet these blind reprobates , Megara's brats , These Safforne-shirts ; these party-pleited lackes : These wod borne Sauages ; these dunghill Gnats , Had rather beare war-armour on their backes , ( So they may practise rapes , and tru-mens wrackes ) Then freely take fayre Mercy by the hand , To glad themselues , and dignifie their land . But if the end of Theft , be I●bbet-capering . Or if the Scorpion haue a glosing face ; Yet in her tayle conceale 2 deadly sting . If Iudgement do a while giue Ryot place , And in the end , pay home with deepe disgrace . If Treasons period be confusion , Quelling the proudest : Why not then Terone ? The valiant hand of ESSEX honored line , Already once display de great Mars his Banner ; Ringing the ●●owtes of these rebellious Swine , Within their Confines , teaching them the manner , Of mylde obedience , humbly to surrender Their necks to yoak , though fircely they withstood And know the penalty of sheddyng blood . A Vollume would but serue a readyer Pen , Then my slow feathered Muse to celebrate ; The golden Trophies were erected then , When that renowmed Knight vphelde the state , Sir HENRY SIDNEY gratious by his fate , A throng of Rebels to his mercy crowched , And who refus'd , the scaffold dead auouched . The Bogges yet tremble , and the leaued Trees Shake their high branches in memoriall Of his sharpe censure , and seuere decrees . The warlike GRAY , whose actions Tragicall , Did likewyse curbe their mindes Imperiall , Giues document ; Fitzwilliams , and the rest , In those proceedinges euer highly blest . Preuaylde they then ? Our quarrell 's still the same , Our wrong no lesse ; nay rightly vnderstood , Who sees not merite of farre greater blame , By lauish late expence of English blood : This ioyned with th' abuse of Traytor-hood , Incites reuenge , deafes-heauen with clamorous cryes , Till they goe downe , and we in conquest rise . For this vile ribble rabble vp-start crew , Mis-led by Treasons treacherous commaunde ; And that rebellion teacher , that late drew His Countrey gainst their head to lift vp hand ; Will know what t' is to dwell in warres false band : And will with cause cry woe , woe ; one by one : Woe to thee that misled'st vs : woe Terone ?