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What fools then rise who never could be pleas’d, Thy sea, the stage where death oft act'd with Though setled owners of a fertile ground?

wounds, Where under them even thousands were well eas'd, Must muster many when the trumpet sounds. And, then their masters, more contentment found, Whose trait'rous hopes still on new conquests seas'd Earst Athens, Pyrrhus, Carthage, Rome in ire, Till death did show how little might them bound: | (Their hungry hopes whilst Ceres fill’d with That as all lands could but strict limits give,

dreames) Last for the seas (vaste like their minds) did strive. To daunt that people proudly did aspire,

Not fearing Scilla, nor Charibdis' streames, Ah, for man's madnesse who enough can mourne, Nor thund'ring Ætna vomiting forth fire, From whom still pure that there may rest no place, Nor Vulcan's forge, nor monstrous giants' names ; Who makes his rage even in the deeps to burne, No, Plutoe's selfe, who wedded in those fields, And (standing) runnes in walking woods his race; His conquer'd Hells to greedy men he yeelds. Makes Neptune's azure all to crimson turne, And fills with bloud the wrinckles of his face? Those whose great valour did so honour wrong, What thirst of mischiefe thus torments man still, That each eternall pen it yet renownes, That it no sea can quench, nor land can fill? Who rivals liy'd in love of glory long,

And though but cities did dispose of crownes, The Grecian seas shall give those bodies back,

Those two by sea did strive who was most strong, (When floting Athens camp'd in wooden walls)

As all the Earth could not containe two townes: Which mountains plains, and floods dry fields would

“ Each state the world lesse then it selfe contrives, make,

[thralls, A just proportion ruine onely gives.” Scourg'd all the windes, rank'd nature with their Which all conspir'd seem'd to procure their wrack, That haughty race which kings in triumph led, Both sea and land made famous by their falls,

(All not well pleas'd with parting of the spoiles) As if that king who could not count his host,

That fishes might aswell as beasts be fed, Had sought all means by which they might be lost. (The land else glutted by tbeir guilty broiles)

Did on the sea a sea of blood once shed, All Salamina's straits disgorge againe,

Which (wash'd by waves away) might foile their Those whom they swallow'd and digested had;

foiles, But broken squadrons are restor'd in vaine,

That them to plague no furie place could finde; Since with no armes, no, with no garment clad,

All objects raz'd which might upbraid the minde. Whilst both the parts then joyn'd in one remaine, Great is the number, but the cause is bad :

A spatious field the waters did afford, Who striv'd for state, both as most abject bow:

Where floting armies might their forces try, Greeks and Barbarians no way differ now.

When free men fighting who should be their lord, By this last blast those do assemble all,

With too much valour did their bondage buy, At divers times who in the deeps fell dead,

Whilst Eolus did rage, and Neptune roar'd By him almost preventing Persia's fall,

More cruell creatures then themselves to spy; Who the Greeke empire had abortive made,

“ Men of all else which this large circuite fill, Who, charg’d with chains, lay for his father thrall, Most subtile are, and violent in ill." An act more great then all his hosts to leade: “From vertue's heightthis generous course did come, From liquid fields were carcasses are rife, A man most vitious armies might ore-come.”

Now with this troupe Volteius passage finds,

Who were more bold then fortunate in strife, The last great act which Athens did intend, And dying did triumph ore foes, waves, winds, Defrauded thousands of their funerall right, Of fame too greedie, prodigall of life, Which did presage their greatnesse neere an end, As those whose soules were strangers to their minds; Whose state then chang'd, as having past the height: “ Who lose their owne to gaine from others breath, Those to pursue that then did armies send, Life by opinion seeke, for certaine death." From that time forth, did for their confines fight: “A mighty towne whose growing nought could stay, When as two brothers that were bound in law, When com'd to faile, doth vanish soone away.

Did pledge their lives who onely should be free,

Pale Neptune once at Actium wondring saw, Their greatest captajne fondly then remov'd, His crystall walkes all as congeald in tree, The other cold, procur'd what he divin'd,

Which from their kingdomes diverse kings did draw, Who happy first, last, most unhappy prov'd, To know whose slaves they were ordayn'd to be; Whilst superstition vilified his minde;

As both (till clear'd) from what they crav'd would But Siracusa yet to stand behov'd,

Whose conquest was for greater foes design'd; Two on the sea did fight for all the land.
And those by sea to get more land who striv'd,
Drowu'd in the sea were of all land depriv'd. To save themselves, or others to confound,

When lofty legions did a purpose take,
Faire Sicile long still by great states was sought, Of winds, waves, armes, oares, shouts, blows groanes,
As fertile fields weake owners did entise,

the sound, The fatall lists where Rome and Carthage fought, Gave bold men courage, made the cowards quake, When all the world was made the victor's prise, Whilst floating forests mutually did wound, Thy bounds (oft bath'd with blood) was dearely Which Neptune, Mars, and Eolas made shake; bought,

The bellies (big with men) abortive burst, Which straogers still, else tyrants did surprise ; By thundring engines yiolated first.

When this encounter had made many smart, For pride disdain'd, for cruelty abhorr'd,
A stately meeting, terrible to thinke,

Spaine beg'd (a slave) where looking to be lord.
Ships without kindnesse kiss'd, yet loath to part,
Stood strugling long which should the other sinke,
Till some oft pierc'd, and past all hope of art,

O happie those for whom the Heavens will fight, For poyson last (as desp'rat) flouds did drinke;

Of angels armies campe about them still, (light, And that none might their conquer'd ensignes claime,

Whil'st haile and thunder from Heaven's store-house Slipt under seas, as if to hide their shame.

Armd winters are pour'd out, sterne tempests kill;

The stormy winds conjur'd in time charge right, But baughtie Romans storm'd to be with-stood,

As train'd in watre to spend their power with skill.

“ Still to the author mischiefe doth return, And us’d to conquer, marveld to be match’d; From flouds in vaine some drinking back their

blood, And in the fires they make the wicked burn." Halfe killd, halfe drown'd, death by two darts dispatch'd;

[flood, The tumid region numbers doth afford, There where they fought whil'st bodies pav'd the Who onely there could quench ambition's fire; Till emptie first, no wooden cave was catch'd: [books, | And avarice hath it with many stord, “ O how that life seemes foule which blots fame's Who onely there could bound their vaste desire; In glorie's glasse whilst generous courage looks!" Though each of them had of much wealth beenelord,

Who by no meanes contentment could acquire, Whil'st Mars as yet a doubtful iudge did prove, Till (like themselves) still taking, fill'd with nought, The barbarous queene fled with Pelusian slaves, The sea and Hell them to abundance brought. And who lov'd her, did straight with her remove, Not fearing, no, as who in feavers raves :

What heavy thoughts their quaking hearts do move, He fled not foes, but follow'd on his love,

When with each wave a wound Death seemes to give; For whom the hope of all the world he leaves :

Which rais'd up high like battering engines prove, Who vanquish'd armies oft, a woman foil'd,

That so to charge do for advantage strive, Who all of all, him of himselfe she spoil'd.

(Save sudden lightnings flash out from above)

Clouds masking Heaven, ore all do darknesse drive. The seas surrender at that dreadfull blast,

That whilst they nothing see, and too much heare, Troups of all lands which in their deeps did fall,

Falne on the deeps Hell's shaddow doth appeare. Ia discord then, but rise in league at last, The cause growne common which doth joyne them all; Some scap'd such stormes, whilst they secure reNot only ancients famous in times past, But Turks and Christians thence a voice doth call, Surpris’d by pirats suddenly despaire, [maine, Whom even when raging, raging floods supprest,

Whose cruell avarice to render vaine, That waves might tosse them still who would not rest. They yeeld (as faint) till they to them repaire,

Then powder kindled by a lingring trajne, What turband band abandons Thetis' bowres,

Straight all at once are thundred through the ayre: By their misfortune fortunate to fame,

In water burn'd, weake thralls kill victors stroug, Who by a royall pen’s eternall powers, [claime? And suffring, act, revenge preventing wrong. Reft back from death, life, whil'st men breath do How those (still Turks) were baptiz'd in few houres, Thus by the sea a number is bewray'd, Where azure fields foam'd forth a hoarie streame : Whose dying eyes a friend did never close, This my great Phæbus tuu'd to trumpets' sounds, Not in their fathers', no, in no tombe lay'd, Whose stately accents each strange tongue rebounds. Which had when dead no part where to repose,

But are by waves to every rocke betray'd, Not onely thus by barbarous hands ore-throwne, Till this last day doe of all flesh dispose, Some whom Christ bought a floting tombe confines, Which as would seeme most ready those may finde, But by themselves (like Pagans spoil'd) though Whom th' earth not burdens, winding-sheets not In liquid plaines a number breath resignes, (knowne, binde. Whilst those who toile to make the world their owne, Do with devotion paint most damp'd designes : That they when all things else have fail?d for baits, Who for last lodgings could not get a grave,

The face of th' earth like those a number yeelds, May superstition use to angle states.

Yet where they fell, as having wonne the fields, When hanghtie Philip with this isle in love,

Them (dead a time) from all who liv'd did reave, Whose rage to raigne no reason could appease ;

Throwne in the dust, drawne from their bloudy As oft by fraud, it last by force would prove,

shields, To barren Spaine whose fertile fields did please ;

Whilst naked there, they what they clad did save: He sent huge hulks which did like mountains move, As bodies first, bones bare at last did lye.

Tillbeasts with some did runne, with some fowles flye: As townes for traffique, palaces for ease ; And of all sorts did furnish forth a band, As if to people, not to win, a land.

The bloud of some did staine that golden age,

To strike with iron ere malice did invent, To brave the Heavens whil'st giants would assay, On ruine's altar offring up to rage,

(bent;" The Lord their power would wonderfully bound; “Wrath wants not weapons when for mischiefe One little bark their navy did dismay,

Then indignation mortals did asswage, A woman did the mighty man confound;

With stones, sharpe stings, and what by force was All elements did arme their course to stay, From gored bellies, bowels did gush out, That wicked men might not pollute our ground : And heads with braines were compassed about.


But when men spy'd whilst venging wrong by “ None vertue should adore, all.reverence must, chance,

Men should delight in it, not in it trust."
That life was lodg'd in such a fortresse fraile,
To court vaine-glory which to fooles did glance, Thence (never buried) many bodie springs,
Some (as for sport) their neighbours did assaile; Where of all lands oft armies did contend,
Then last, their state of purpose to advance, Killed by the sepate, emperours, or kings,
Stray'd valour would by violence prevaile: But most by him who did to Carthage send,
All armies first were by ambition led,

(Reft from Rome's nobles) bushels full of rings, Till avarice a greater fary bred.

And by barbarians lords of all in th' end :

Thus Italy all nations did obey, Who first from death by deeds redeem'd their And to all nations was expos'd a prey. And eminent magnanimously grew, [names, (Their fancies frying in ambition's flames) That field yeelds thousands, where wrong squaring They onely praise, not profit did pursue;

right, And as for glory, who contend at games,

(Por famous captaines twise a fatall stage) Sought others to exceell, not to subdue:

Great Pompey did with Mithridates fight, Such Scythia one, another Egypt gave,

And Tamberlaine the terrour of that age, From conquer'd lands who did but honour crave. Op lightning Baiazet did thund'ring light,

Tam'd for foot-stoole in an iron cage: Those weapons first were found, which piered or Thus that great mouarch was made worse then bruis'd,

thrall, Ere dreadful Cyclops made their hammers reele; “ Pride bated stands, and doth unpittied fall.” Of Mars chiefe minions, sword and launee were us'd, Ere men did march (as statues) all of steele ; All then must march at this last trumpet's sound, What fury in proud mindes this rage infus'd, Who fields entomb’d, damn'd flouds, and ditches That they would suffer to make others feele,

fill'd, And strive to further, ere to hinder ill,

Whil'st Ottoman to make his crescent round, Then save themselves, more bent their mates to kill? Bloud (as but water) prodigally spill'd;

His bassaes now rise groning from the ground, What mountains were of murd'red bodies made, Which oft by him, or else for him were kild: Which till falne dust, the dust did not receive, And as for bondage borne (free but from graves) Of Ashur, Persia, Greekes and Romans dead, [have, Did live to him, and dyed to Satan slaves. Who wbilist that they more earth, them earth would Whil'st of the world each striving to be head,

By violence, death divers did surprise, Those members maim'd which it to rule did crave? Still since the world first peopled did remaine, Then though all lands one onely did adore, But men in mischiefe fondly growne more wise, As pent in too strict bounds, yet one sought more. By bolts unseene, some now of late are slaine,

Since some new Sulmons, no, divels did devise, Of bones unburied, what huge heaps were rear'd Those sulphurous engines bragging God againe : By Tentons, Cimbers, Gaules, great by doing harmes, which men, yea towres, and townes, in pieces teare, By Vandals, Allans, Hunnes, and Goths long fear'd, Then thunder now, men more the canon feare. Danes, Longobards, and Sarazens in swarmes ? For which long time those fields could not be ear'd, Those soone start up which fell, whil'st as lesse Where they to death had offred up their armes :

strong Whilst where to live, to winne more lands then set, By Vulcan forc'd succumbing Thetis ror'd, Where they might dye, who onely land could get. And thundring forth the horrour of her wrong,

The burden urg'd, straight in disdaine restor'd, Then Nature strong, as in her perfect age, The ayery region raging all along, As bees their swarmes, lands colonies sent forth, Which death to them did suddenly afford : Which forc'd by wants, or mov'd by generous rage, And by a blow most strange, no scarre then found In tempests huge inunded from the north; The bones all broken, and the flesh still sound. Flse that high hopes dream'd riches might asswage, They sought the south as held of greatest worth: Those whom of th' earth the superfice as forc'd, To what it pleas'd, whilst power a right did claime, Did beare, not bury, suffer, not receive, Oft with their dwellers, countries chang'd the name. By men even dead (as oft alive) extorc'd,

To ayarice, else cruelty, still slave, That heathenish host by luda so abhorr'd,

Those shall from dust no sooner be divorc'd, Whose captaine's railings vengeance to contrive,

Then they who sought the ceutre for a grave; A godly king did spread before the Lord,

Whose bodies with their soules did seeme to strive, Whose wrong his soule did most of peace deprive, Which first at Hell should with most baste arrive. Till that an angell with just fury stord, Did kill of thousands thrice threescore and five: Those who blaspheming God by him were slaine,

The mutinous Hebrewes, who gainst him repinde, Must rise with feare to looke on God againe.

Whose face (as glorie's rayes reflecting still)

Com'd from the thunderer like cleare lightning Thence thousands rise with strangers, or their owne, shin'd, Where still to broyles the Grecians were inclin'd, God's secretary who first penn'd his will; Where all the world at fortune's dice was throwne, As soone as they whose dust no weight confin'd, 'Twixt sire and sonne in law, not love combin'd ; They rise whom th' earth did bury first, then kill : By vertues clients fall, which fields were knowne, To offer bent (pride burning in their breasts) Of all, who onely the state's good design'd : As like himselfe, whom Pluto tooke for priests.

That scom'd diviner is with them expos'd, Or since by him so benefited once,
(Fooles who fore-know, not for their fate provide) That land ingrate to frustrate of his bones,
Who by his wife, when lurking was disclos'd,
And whom at last the earth did as strangely hide, The third time then some live, from tombes rais'a
And that the cave which burn'd might so be clos'd, (Their resurrection represented else) [twice,
He as Rome's best who under ground did ride: Wham death (it seem'd) did bat a while disguise,
There greedy to doe good, or fame to give, For acting wonders which amazement tels;
That where his body dyed, his name might live. When wak'd by force, as who did drousie rise,

They drawne from Lethe, or oblivion's cels :
Some feaver strange, when surfeits seeme to move, Straight with the place all priviledge did leave,
Those of the earth, who in the entrails dwell, Made as who dream’d, or in high feavers rave.
Whilst it (though trembling) raging seemes to prove,
If it may drinke the world, and spue forth Hell, Till soar'd from hence, where they so long have
They from the dust as quickly shall remove,

striv'd, As those by powder, who in powder fell:

Still charg'd with flesh, all soules infirme remaine; By tyrants fierce whil'st pin'd, no, freed from paine, And with their burdens those who were revir'd, Who falne on th’ earth, or toss'd through th’ayre Their former frailties did resume againe; remain.

So that unknowing where a space they livid,

Maym'd memory was bounded by the braine : Now Orpheus shall not need (as poets faine) Through earthly organs spectacles impure, To charm the Furies with harmonious sounds, Soules reach but objects, such as they procure. Nor Hercules by violence in vaine, To force the dungeons of the shadowy bounds, Some fondly curious, would have then enquir'd, The guests below, shall once turne backe agaide, What lodgings last those both-world-guests did leave, To see (what they have lost) superior rounds : Which (if remembred) reverenc'd, and admir’d, The prince of darkvesse will be pleas'd with this, They would not wrong by words what none conSince sure to have them judg'd for ever bis.


Great Paul (whose selfe could not tell how) retird, The Earth her entrails quickly shall discharge, Whom the third Heaven (when ravish’d) did receive: That God at once all who had soules may see, He what he saw return'd, could not relate, All prisoners at last, death must enlarge,

Past mortals' senses, to immortals great. At that great iubily, as once set free, Who were so long in passing Charon's barge, Such soules when last to their first tents turn'd backe, Soone from oblivion's foud, brought backe sball be: Their toiles thereby, and others' glory grew, (make, Ere Cerberus can barke, all shall be gone,

Whilst to the world that way, God cleare would And ere they can be miss'd, turn'd every one. That faith (when firme) might death it selfe subdue;

But then they flesh as when first left did take, Those whom soft Egypt, alwaies slave to lust,

Which now at last the Lord will all renue, By spices, oyntments, balmes, and odours rare,

Their resurection when no time confines, (signes. To scorne corruption, and to mocke the dust,

Whil'st rais’d, ripe fruits, of what they first were Did keep (when lost) with a ridiculous care, And us'd as pledges oft to purchase trust,

Thus the great Tisbit strangely did restore, Their bones worth nought when clad, worth lesse (That none might trouble have who gave him rest) when bare,

Hersonne whose victuals did when waste, grow biore; Their vailes renu’d, no sooner they resume,

Like to the like, when in like state distrest, Then whom at first corruption did consume.

That prophet did, who crav'd his sprit in store, Those pyramides whose points seem'd (threatning Not to be press'd by such a second guest, (sleep, Not solitary tombes, but courted thrones; [Heaven) Whose grave wak'd one, that there he might not The huge Mausoleum, one of wonders seaven;

Where he (when dead) a quickening power did That obeliske, which grac'd Augustus' bones;

keep Late monuments those æmulous to eaven, Of marble, porphyr, iaspe, aud precious stones :.

The blest Bethanian highly shall rejoyce, None hides his guest from this great Judge's sight, When next he cals who show'd such tender love. Nor yet him sends more gorgeous to the light.

As even to weep for him, as a chiefe choice,

Till he was brought (free from white bands) abore, Of place the distance, distant time not trceds, The first who in the grave did heare that voice, Some who a field impurpled by their fall,

Which from all graves must make their guests Whose entrails straight another mansion needs, Lest else corruption might encroach on all, And greater power when glorified may show, Their bodies, friends (as oft for pompe succeeds) Then from fraile flesh, when but breath'd forth Not seeme (farre borne) to burie, but enstall :

below. But though each part a severall kingdome takes, A sudden union now one moment makes.

Those soone start up, who quickly come to light,

As to applaud what was accomplish't knowne, That dreame-diviner by two tribes call'd Syre, Christ's acting sufferings (when most low) at height, (Though by them lost) who did his brothers save, That the last part on this world's stage was showne; His dust from Goshen quickly shall retire,

Else to upbraid, as a prodigious sight, And with the rest, a second Hymen have,

Them who did haste what bent to have ore-throwne: Where though long dead, as faith did first inspire, And others all thus rais'd, more glad doe rise, His bones for his, possession did receive:

Of soules birth once, then of their bodies thrice.


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There come those two, from whence no flesh can know, | The just they first, the reprobate last move,
Yet not more soone then whom fraile eyes saw dead, which sink below, whilst th' others fie above.
Of which as types one to each world did show,
That mortals might be straight immortall made, Those temples then which not dissolv'd still stay,
Grosse bodies mount, and some death not orethrow, | (A mystery difficult to conceive)
A labyrinth whence nature none can leade: All debt of death (not dying) shall defray,
In most evill times most good to be mark'd so, The other life straight com'd, ere this them leave,
Those did from hence man's common way not goe. The bodies then (all frailty burn'd away)

Well quintessenc'd, new qualities receive, (dead,
That godly man, by God judg'd just to be, Which though still quicke, yet in their sinnes quite
Translated was, that he might not see death, Ere mortall prov'd, shall be immortall made.
Since it kill'd him, his Lord despis'd to see,
Whil'st poyson'd with vile men's blasphemous breath; If oft to gaze a multitude remaines,
Or else at last from pangs and horrours free, To hold his court whil'st it some prince attends ;
He priviledg'd from all the signes of wrath, When being met with many stately traines,
Did part, not dye, from sinne, not life estrang'd; He makes a musters of imagin'd friends :
“ Soules must remove, else have their lodging (As by small brooks a floud swolne when it raines)

Till that on him it seemes the wor!d depends.

That pompe to all a reverent awe imparts, Whil'st him, save God, who ought disdain'd to feare, And strikes with terrour malefactors' hearts. Vile Baal's scourge, of kings who scorn'd the ire, With flaming steeds a burning coach did beare, Thinke with what glory Christ his course doth runne, The winde made wagoner, an angell squire, Whilst thundring terrour, and yet lightning grace, "Twixt this grosse globe, and the celestiall sphere, He might come clad with starres, crown'd with the Zeale triumph did, even as it fought, with fire:

Sunne, That Heaven and Earth both might his glory know, But to his brightnesse such (as base) give place: As earst his toiles, when but contemn'd below.

His court at first of heavenly hosts begun,

From hence enlarg'd is in a little space. As where he lives or lyes, to turne, or stay, O what strange noise doth all the world rebound, To dispute easie is, hard to conclude;

Whil'st angels sing, saints shout, and trumpets sound. The Lord perchance committed him to clay, As one with whom he on Mount Tabor stood :

My ravish'd soule (transcending reason's reach) Else not dissolv'd, but chang'd when borne away, So earnest is to surfet this sigbt, And (some thinke) kept a part yet to doe good : That it disdaines what may high thoughts impeach, For without all, no saints perfected be,

Whil'st mounting up to contemplation's height; The maid-borne body so Heavens onely see. Which flight so farte doth passe the power of speech,

That onely silence can pursue it right. A loud alarme, still doubling from above,

And that my sprit may be refresh'd that way, (The word eternall may make breath abound) It must a space amidst Jumbe pleasures stray. All this vast circuit doth a trumpet prove, Whose concave wastes not, but maintains the sound, At the first blast, nought else save it did move, As driry silence had prepar'd the ground; But till all ears be fill'd it higher swels,

A horrid echo roaring from the Hells.

Those guilty soules what further comfort shields,
From sleepe whose conscience with the body starts,

THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGMENT. Even when they see (as grasse) ov'r all the fields,

Men grow about them ? O what frozen hearts !
Earth labour'd long, a monstrous harvest yeelds,
Which straight Heaven's husband, loe, grinds, sifts,

and parts :
Who can but thinke how such endure this sight?
And yet what they attend, makes it seeme light. A great assembly doth with state begin,

And of some soules the processe is surveigh’d, He who them hates when God the just doth grace, So more to tax the lews', and Christians' sinne, Both griefe and envy torture him at once,

Here in the balance is before them layd, Of two who rest companions in one place,

Each Ethnick's part to be compar'd, brought in Tb'one pleas'd, is glad, the other desp'rate, mones; In judgment now, their errours to upbraid: Th'one parts as pointed for eternall peace,

Yet all excuses, which such can revolve, The other sign'd for paine,stayes, howls, and groanes. Do damne but others, not themselves absolve. Thus of the godlie's good the first degree, Is, from the wicked that they parted be. Those creatures who by death did never fall, O what strange sight! what monstrous' meeting That fatall summons do no sooner heare,

One moment musters all the ages gone; [now? Then those whom it forth from the dust doth call, Borne, flown, driv'n, or drawn up, I wot nut how, Where they had slept even many a hundred yeare, Large is that crowne which compasses the throne; Soules' lodgings thus which had been ruin'd all, All for each time whom Nature did allow, Straight builded tben, first perfect do appeare. What numbers must they make when joyn'd in one?


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