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Foure PARADOXES

Of Arte , Of Lawe , Of Warre , Of Seruice .

By T. S.

Cupias quodcunque necesse est .

At London Printed for Thomas Bushell .

1602.

To the most Honorable , and more vertuous Lady , the Ladie Helena , Marquesse of Northampton .

MAdam , your friends send you Iewelles , your tenants , the fruit of their store , & your seruants many good wishes , all of them , in their kinde , being testimonies of their loues and dueties : I that am too poore , to present you with the two former ; and too ambitious , to supply my wants with the latter , haue presumed , in an other manner to expresse my humilitie , sending you , not the riches of my exterior fortunes , but the fruite and issue of my braine , in the begetting whereof , I wasted much pretious time . Your Honor , in accepting it , shall expresse more true bounty , then I , in writing , can expresse duety , though it be all the scope I leuell at . The Lord haue you in his protection , and send you many happy New-yeeres .

Your duetifull and deuoted Seruant , Thomas Scott .
Nor base intrusion , nor the hope of Gaine , Nor Adulation , nor Vaineglorious pride , Nor th' idle fancie of a fuming braine , Nor any ill affected cause beside . Begat these Lines ; but true respectiue Loue , Which all good meanings , to one end doth moue . Nor thinke these Rimes skum'd from the froth of wit , Nor loosely bound ; but written with aduise , When my sad soule , did in true iudgement sit , About th' inuention of some rare deuise . When contemplation fild my flowing braine , And serious study did my sence restraine . Euen then I wrote these Lines , which shall bewray , The faithfull meaning of my constant soule , Which Time , nor obuious Chance shall weare away , Nor Fate conuert , nor Soueraigntie controule . For this is all the certaintie I finde , No power can alter a resolued minde .
Artes irritamenta malorum . FArewell vncertaine Art , whose deepest skill Begetts dissentions , and ambiguous strife , When ( like a windy bladder ) thou dost fill , The braine with groundles hopes , & shades of life . When thou dost set the word , against the word , And woundst our iudgment with Opinions sword . When thou maintain'st all errors , vnder shew Of plucking error vp : and dost inable The subtile soule to proue all truth vntrue , And lies the truth ; euen God himselfe a fable . Euen God , whom euery pore-blinde soule can see , Thou proouest with seeming reason not to bee . Full well thou shew'st thy Author from what spring , Thy seauen Hydrean heads proceeded first , When our first father Paradises King , For thee was then depos'd , and then accurst . Accurst thou author of all sinne , all euill , Knowledge , thou fruite of lust , child of the diuell . Thou now instruct'st my milde and gentle Muse , To raile against thine owneiniquitie , And gainst the manifold vniust abuse , Wherewith thou armest foule impietie . To Epicurian folly , actions euill , Proouing thy selfe as subtile as the diuell . Thou lend'st the guilefull Orator his skill , To pleade gainst innocence , and to defend The guiltie cause ; thou turn'st the vpright will , To fauour falsehood , and dost backward bend . The most resolued iudgement , arming fooles With dangerous weapons and sharp edged tooles . Thou keepest the thoughts of man in endlesse dout , Vnder a shew of teaching mysteries , And lead'st the gazing scholler round about , By Paradise of fooles , t' all miseries . Thou teachest circles in a blotted scroule , The whilst we loose both body , wit , and soule . Thou maintain'st Atheisme and Heresie , Against our faith , our hope , and holy writt : Impugning the most certaine veretie , With shamelesse bouldnes and contentious witt . Religion is a scarre-crow in thy eye , Not band of zeale , but worldly policie . Thou dost intice th' inconstant wauering mind , To lewde forbidden practises ; corrupting The puritie of youth whom thou dost find , Most tractable to good , still interrupting Vertue in all her courses foule abuse , Which take away , and take away thy vse . Thou art like gold , gotten with care and thought , Then brought to bribe the Iudge against the truth , Or like a sword with all our substance bought , To kill a friend : O thing of woe and ruth ! Who with this gold th' oppressed doth defend ? Or who doth vse this sword to saue his friend ? Th' art like the fire with which for glory sake , The villane burnt the Temple of Diana , Or like the tawny weede which gallants take , In pride , and fetch as farre as rich Guiana . Thy end is infamie , thy fruite is smoake , With which the greedy taker thou dost choake . Th' art a Camelion , chaunging to the hue , That 's interposd , as obiect to thy eye ; For truth to say , in true men , thou art true , In euill men , full of damned subtiltie . The Bee sucks honny from thee : but the Toade , With doubled force his poysoned bulke doth load For when a carelesse villaine sold to sin , And dedicated wholy to the diuill ; Thy power , and knowledge of thy power doth win He therewith seekes t' approue and stablish euill . Perswading both himselfe , and others too , That what he doth , al wisemen ought to doe . From hence my resolution growes , that I Neglecting Art will vew the naked truth ; Whence my cleere soule with an vnpartiall eye May best discerne the errors of my youth . " Truth can defend it selfe ; we shew most wit " And learning , in defending things vnfit . Grammer instructs vs to misconster things , Logicke to wrangle , Rethoricke to flatter ; Arithmitick to tell our gould , not sins , Geometry , to measure euery matter Except our liues : Then Poetry to lie , And Musicke teacheth vs all villanie . Thus like seauen deadly sinnes these arts agree Against the trueth , till knowledge of more skill , Transport vs quite beyond all honestee , Abusing wit , and ouerthrowing will . Contemning councel , and deriding faith , Still contradicting what the Gospel saith . O Art ! not much vnlike the fowlers glasse , Wherein the silly soule delights to looke For nouelties ; vntill the net doth passe Aboue hir head and she vnwares be tooke . Thou common Curtizan , thou Bawd to sin Painted without , but leporous within . Th' art a companion for all company , A Garment made for euery man to weare ; A Goulden coffer , wherein durt doth lie , A Hackny horse , all sorts of men to beare . What art thou not ? faith thou art nought at all , For he that knowes thee best knowes nought at all . Then farewell nothing something seeming Art , I doe disclaime thy knowledge , and thy vse ; Nor shalt thou in these Lines haue any part , Nor euer soile my minds true natiue Muse . Farewell Lucifrian Art I will go find Some better thing to please my troubled mind . Finis . Ars ommis à naturali simplicitati recedit , ita dolo affinis est . Cic.
Juris iniuria . What thing is that so huge ? so richly clad ? So borne on great mens shoulders ? kneeld vnto ? So graue in countenance ? so sober sad ? To which so many Potentates do bowe ? And with submission yeeld themselues and lands , Into hir powerfull and imperious hands . Shee 's holy , for Diuinitie attends hir , Shee hath hir Chaplaines , and she goes to church : Shee 's well beloued , for euery mah defends hir , Shee 's rich , for see how fast she gold doth lurch . Shee 's great , for she keepes house in Rufus hall , And makes all men downe at hir feete to fall . See see , what troopes of people hourely post , To pay her tribute , all the streetes are full , Of hir base bond-men , who with care and cost , Inrich hir seruants , and themselues do gull . Sure I will be hir follower out of dout , I may find clients amongst such a rout . I loue her , for she helpes to end debate , Desciding quarrells , and expounding doubts : Shee 's not too prowde , for oft she leaues hir state , To question and conferre with country louts . She is impartiall , for she takes of all , And plagues a publike sinne in generall . All this is good , I like hir yet : yet better , For she reuengeth bloud , maintaineth peace , Shee sets at one the Creditor and Debtor , Making apparant iniuries surcease . She doth all right , she recompenceth wrong , Shee helpes the weake , she weakeneth the strong . Besides , how many graue and ciuill groomes Doth she maintaine , in wealth , in peace , in ease , Giuing them seuerall Liueries , seuerall Roomes , And all that may theit daintiest sences please . Some runne about , some speake , and others iudge , Some write , some reade , and euery one do drudge . But see , all 's marde , a pooreman doth complaine , Of open wrong , doone by a treacherous slaue : The poore mans cause she gladly would maintain● But see , the villaine shal the sentence haue . Hir Officers , new-brib'd , do stop hir eare , And will not suffer her the cause to heare . So sits she like the vertuous Emperor , Old Galba , whom all men approued iust , But that about him , vniust Officers Abused his geratnes , to their priuate lust . Their wickednesse was counted his : his good , Was counted theirs , so valulesse he stood . Such doth she seeme , good in hirselfe , and kinde , But that bad Officers abuse their trust , And too and fro hir mightie power do winde , For greedy lucre , and gold-getting lust . The honest man oft begges , or worser , starues , But he gaines most , that most from vertue swarues . Better it were farre for the Common-wealth , Her selfe were wicked , and hir seruants true , Then for hir officers to liue by stealth , Vnder the colour , to giue all their due . So haue I seene the Lion part his pray And from the weaker beast beare all away . So haue I seene a paire of catch-poule theeues , Leade a poore wretch to Luds vnlucky gate , Like greedy bandogs hanging at his sleeues , Without remorse , or feeling of his state : So haue I seene a villaine hang-man be , To many other honester then he . This warranted great Alexanders theft , When he did al men wrong , throgh force , not right But this the waker Pirate helpelesse left , Because he rob'd but few for want of might . O fie for shame , when that which should rule all , Is growne the Lord of misse-rule in the hall . O Law ! thou cobweb , wherein little flies Are dayly caught , whilst greater breake away : Thou deere Experience , which so many bies , With losse of time , wealth , friends , and long delay . Thou endlesse Laborinth of care and sorrow , Neere hand to day , and farre remoou'd to morow . Thou sweete reuenge of crauen-harted hindes , Who neuer relish lou'd society , Nor barbour kindnesse in their currish mindes , But harbarous beastly inciuility . Thou nurse of discord , instrument of hatred , Whose power with vice hath al the earth or'e-skattred . Why should we not be good , without thy aide ? And feare thy force lesse than deserued blame ? Shall man forbeare to sin , being afraide Of punishment ? not of reproch and shame ? So Children learne their lessons , kept from meate , So Asses mend their paces , being beate . But man should beare a free vnforced spirit , Vncapable of seruile feare and awe , The guilty soule doth punishment demerrit , Because he is not to himselfe a Lawe . Let men , like men , loue Virtue and imbrace her , Let men , like men , hate Vice , the soules defacer . In olde time , Iustice was pourtrayed blinde , To signifie her strait impartiall doome . And in her hand she held a scale , to finde , By weight , which case did most remoue the Loome . She still is blinde , and deafe , yet feeles apace , Her scales now weyes her fees , and not the case . The farewell Law , thou power to make or marre , I dare not trust my selfe for doing wrong : Few rich do cleerely stand before the barre , For Bribes haue rulde , do rule , and will rule long . Farewell both Arte and Lawe , I will go finde , Some better thing , to please my troubled minde . Finis . Veri iuris germanaeque iustitiae solidam & expressam imaginem nullam tenemus , vmbra & imaginibus vtimur .
Bellum perniciosissimum NOw Warre presents it selfe , O glorious war ! I doe admire thee , and adore thy skil : Thou arte in earth another hopeful starre , The chiefe profession of the wit and will , In thee Religion thriues , Goodnesse doth florish , For thou dost Vice correct , and Vertue nourish . Thou breakst the slender twist of childish Art , Scorning the curbe of Apish pollicies : Thou Lawe , and all Corruption dost subuart , Ore throwing querkes , and verball fallacies . Thou rootst vp euery euill which doth increase Within the ydle raigne of drowsie Peace . Thou exerci'st the Body and the Mind , Which in the time of rest did bring forth weeds ; Bycause it could no good imployment find , Nor answere fruitfull haruest of bad Seeds . Thou mak'st the man esteem'd more then his gold , Though Peace doth that in far more reckning hold . Thou teachest Patience how to indure The skorching heate ; and liuer-freezing cold ; To fast , and watch , and pray , thou dost inure The sturdy souldier , that 's in sinne growne bold . Thou dost temptations & affections slay , And mortifies our Bodies euery day . But ah ! too soone thy cause of praises cease , And fresh present-ments of thy cruell deedes Makes men prefer an vniust prouling peace Before a iust Warre that destruction feedes . Which helpes the brother to destroy the brother And makes one friend to rise against an other . Thou hast no mercy nor no iustice in thee , To pitty , or to punnish any creature ; Nor teares , nor praiers , gifts , nor vowes can winne thee To fauour any sex , or any feature . Thou art chiefe executioner vnto Death , And like a prodigall , consum'st much breath . O why should men in enuy , pride , and hate , In swolne Ambition , lust and Couetise , Vsurpe the bloudy rule of Death and Fate ; Becomming one an others destinies ? Is there not sea inough for euery Swanne ? And land inough to bury euery Man ? Why should our ships so iustle in the deepe , As though the waters were not large and wide ? Or our huge armies so vnkindely sleepe , Their bloody weapons in a christians side ? Why should I trauel into skorching Spaine , To meete my Death , when I may here be slaine ? Fie that the priuate hate , or loue of any , Should make me be a murtherer of Men : And one Mans will should ouerthrow a many , Such as himselfe perhaps far worthier then . For oftentimes wee see it falles out true , We kill our friend for him we neuer knew . O bloody Warre , to th' unexperien'st sweete , That robst , and spoilst , and butcherest euery sex , That tramplest all things with vpheaued feet , And quiet states with ciuill broyles dost vex . That saist , al things are iust thou dost with might , But to th' unable , there remaines no right . That like a wilful woman run'st astray , In causeles Enmity and deadly Fude , Hauing for thy directer all the way , That many headed beast , the Multitude . Who without all respect of wrong or right Will do as others do , or flee or fight . That art the Instrument of sterne reuenge , Fore-plotted in the subtile skonce of Hate , And seru'st the spreading wings of youth to senge , A pretty drug to purge a gowty state . That swolne with poysoned surfets , like to burst , Voydes vp those Humors to preuent the worst . But as our priuate Doctors phisicke learned , Kill more diseased Persons then they cure , Yet hinke they iustly haue their wages earned ; Teaching their patient torment to indure . Or as Cyriurians do more hurt then good , When with small ill , they let out much pure blood . So these sword Paracelsians get such power , That oft they stroy when they should cure the state , And with confusion all things do deuoure ; Making well-peopled kingdoms desolate . Much like a sprite raisd vp by arts deepe skil , Which doth much hurt against the Bookemans wil. Euen as we see in marches and in fennes , The carefull husband thinking to destroy The fruitles sedge ( wherein the adder dennes , ) Set's fire vpon some part , with which to toy The Northern winde begins , and burneth downe , Spite of all help the next abutting towne . So Warre once set aflote , addes strength to strength , And where it was pretended to confound , The foes of Vertue , it proceeds at length ; Vertue , the state , and states-mans selfe to wound . And like a mastiue harted to a Beare , Turnes backe , and doth his masters bowells teare . O you deepe master Polititians , Conuert your stratagems against the Turke , And like to carefull state-phisitians Gainst him apply this wit-begotten worke . Lest Christian Kingdoms , growne too weake with purging Yeeld , being not able to withstand his vrging . Let those that take delight in doing harme , And sauage minded ioy in shedding blood ; With iron walls their guilty bodies arme , And doe all things but onely that that 's good . For my part , I am yet resolu'd to finde , Some better thing to please my trobled minde . Finis . Non solum aduentus belli , sed metus ipse affert calamitatem . Cic: prole ge Manil.
Omnis est misera seruitus . BVt staie : O rest thee Muse , and rest thee Mind , I now haue found the iewell which I sought , Whose onely good is in it self confind , The sanctuary of the hopefull thought . The port of safetie , and the happy Life , Free from malitious broyles , and tedious strife . Who list to draw himselfe from publicke throng , And to conuerse with men of more regard ; Or feares the waightie power of others wrong , Or seekes himselfe from enuious tonges to ward . Or couets quiet , or eschues debate , Or loues content , or feares leane-visag'd Hate . Let him repaire to Court , and in the Court , ( Like Iuie ) cleane vnto some great mans side , Whose able strength his weakenesse may support , And with his spreading armes , and shadow wide , Protect and patronize his feeble youth , And yeelde him needeful sap t' increase his growth . So may he liue secure , free from the feare Of publike malice , or close-creeping Hate , And neuer dread the Sunne or Wind should seare His verdant moysture and exalted state . For still hir Lord protects him with his bowes , So he growes vp , euen as his patron growes . O happy man , whose fortune t' is to finde , This rare-ly-hare of Bowntie in the great : Which sooner happens to th' illiterate hinde , Then him whose braine the learned Sisters heate , Because the man that 's onely great in show , Dreads other men his ignorance should know . This makes the child of fortune to reueale His thoughts to drudging bores , and shallow fooles : But all his consultations to conceale , From those that are not enemies to schooles . For ignorance , like euery other sinne , Loues still to liue vnknowne , and blind within . The honest seruant seekes t' amend his Lord , And grieus to heare his wants themselues shuld speak , But the base slaue , doth fearefully afford , A jearing flattery with count'nance bleake To euery word ; and therefore is regarded , When Truth is with suspect and hate rewarded . Base flattery , and double dilligence , That thrusts their fingers into euery place , That carries tales , and giues intelligence , Of all that may their fellowes faith disgrace . These are imploy'd , these come and go at pleasure , Haue what they aske , and aske without all measure . He that can these , shal thriue , and may in time , Purchase large Lordships with ill gotten wealth , And may from Yeomanry to worship clime , ( Ill fare that Gentry so purloynd with stealth . ) But other neuer may expect to rise , For to their deeds he turnes his Argus eyes . And doth perswade his Lord , that his whole care , Is like a trusty Seruant , for the best , His yonger sonne the better for 't shall fare , For at his death all shall to him be left . The credulous Lord beleeues his smoth conclusion , Vntill too late he prooues it an illusion . But when the trustie seruant stands aloofe , Fore-warning these euents with modestie : Exampling this with many likely proofes , Of others craft , and close hypocrisie . He is suspected of deceite , his drift Thought a detractors fauour-fauning shift . Fond youth , who dedicates thy pretious houres , To do him seruice that neglects thy meritt : And priseth lesse the mindes vnualued powers , Then his , who only doth rude strength inheritt . Fond youth that bind'st thy selfe to be a slaue , To him whose loue thy seruice cannot haue . O why should I aime all my thoughts to please One like my selfe ; or to subiect my soule Vnto the vnrespectiue rule of these That onely know how others to controule . So Asses suffer , Asses spur and ride them , So camels kneeld , whilst bondmen do bestride them . But man that is freeborne , not borne a beast , Should freely beare himselfe , and freely loue ; Where reason doth induce him : or at least Where Sympathy of liking equall moue . So I could loue , and feare , obay , and serue Him , that I see doth see what I deserue . For what auailes it me to know so much , If other wil no notice take thereof , Or cannot well discerne me to be such , As I do know my selfe , and yet will scoffe At that they vnderstand not , and suppose , " Not smelling , there 's no sweetnes in a rose ? What boots it me to clime the starry Tower , And fetch from thence all sectets that remaine , Within that euerlasting blissefull Bower , If I had none to tell them to againe . The soule would glut hirselfe with heauen I know , If she might not hir ioyes to others show . It is a crowne vnto a gentle brest , T'imparte the pleasure of his flowing minde , ( Whose spritely motion neuer taketh rest , ) To one whose bosome he doth open find . So wise Promethius stealing heauenly fire , In stones , the soule of knowledge did inspire . O how I ( least in knowledge , and in Art , ) Admire and loue an vnderstanding spirit , And share with him my poore deuided hart , Wishing his fortunes equall to his merit . But since in seruice few of these I find , Seruice dislikes my male-contented mind . Cum omnis est misera seruitus , tum vero intolerabile est seruire impure , impudico , effe●●nato , insulso .
The resolution . THen this my resolution is ; I knowe , All worldly things displease and vex the mind , Yet something I must do , for here belowe Our time to some imployment Fate doth binde . I le be a foole ( for knowledge is accurst ) Chaunce makes that best , which Nature framed worst . I am resolued to be a foole ; to hate All learning , all things else that do not please , Great men of clouts ; whose fortune raised state , For some ill parte she crownes with wealth & ease . So I ( like Fortune ) ignorant and blinde , Some good fooles Frotune by desert may finde . Art , Lawe , Warre , Seruice , I le imbrace for neede , To serue my wants , or to defend my right : For otherwayes I purpose not to bleede , Or waste my life by day , my wit by night . But since my soule can nothing certaine finde , I am resolued to haue a wauering minde . Finis . Errando disco .