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O Nature's glory, Fortune's phenix, stay! They who inrag'd did tyranrize in Rome,
And all who fron, en inindes did pitty barre, Though (when ouce rais'd) thy vertue might make With that black band in judgement once may come, way.
Who call'd inquisitors tormentors are, How could'st thou, poore, grow great, great, not And may in justice plead a milder doome, rich be?
Nor these in cruelty who passe them farre ; Heaven to the world this wonder would bewray, Since then strange tortures which they frame of late, That poverty and greatnesse might agree :
None us'd on th’Earth, nor fain'd in Hell more great. But though thy worth, the time, the state conspir’d, of Christians' scandall, infamie of men, So poore a magistrate might be admir'd.
You sheepe in show, but ravenous wolves indeede,
Whilst vow'd religious, irreligious then,
Who fayne devotion whilst you mischiefe breede,
And doe detest the persecutions ten, But in his shadow would let no man touch,
Yet by one endlesse doe them all exceede ;
Who make religion as an art of evills,
You who (breath weigh'd as winde, and blood as Who (questors) did their charge corruptly use.
Ambiguously æquivocating rave,
Who vent out faith to trafficke so for trust, Rome's ancient consuls from the plough retir'd, Glose on an oath, with warrant doe deceave, To fight great kings, and conquer forraine states, Then you, earst Gentiles, Barbars now more just; In food and garments meane, for minde admir'd, If lesse religion, yet more faith they have; Did scorne gold offred, loath corruption's baits, Marke what of theirs may once upbraid your shame, Where some (though knowing God) to wealth as- Who have no sence of sinne, nor care of fame.
pir'd. By treason, usury, and all deceits :
To those of Athens once a course propos'd, If the first Cato doth in Hell remaine,
Which (as he told who onely heard it nam’d) He may be censor to appoint their paine.
Great profit might afford, but if disclos'd,
As monstrous was as any could be dream'd, Bloud was so odious in each Ethnicke's sight,
They (though a multitude) all well disposid, That who did kill (as inhumane) none lov'd,
Ere further known, that purpose quite disclaim'd; Save when just warre, or law, whilst ballanc'd right, What thing so worthie as would be defrai'd, Did kindle courage, or the judgement movd;
By honour's losse to bitter tongues betraid? The wise Pericles, though long great, he might
That stout Athenian whom great Xerxes sought, As foe, or judge, have fierce or rigorous prov'd,
Who (twise deluded) had his death design'd, He bragg'd, when dying, that in Athen's towne,
And long the same would with great summes have None, by his meanes, had worne a mourning gowne. (His memory did so torment his mind) (bought,
Yet came to him though warranted by nought Farre from tast-pleasing charmes which harme us Save that he thought a generous foe to find ; must,
Not like to them who from faith given have swerv'd, (So as more simple, I doe thinke lesse bad) Who trusted him (though hated) he preserv’d. They who of soules did transmigrations trust, All cruelty in such a horrour had,
Those two whose rigour first did Rome displease, That they would neither kill for sport, nor lust, Who long great captaines, last great tyrauts grew, What moov’d, or felt, for ought which suffred, sad: Whilst bent what way to murther with most ease, These who abhorrd by death, to purse their life, By papers one, by signes another slew; With lewes who grudg'd for flesh, may stand in of those one once, on whom foes sought to seaze, strife.
Fled to his rivall darger did eschew;
And he, though cruell, false, and bis chiefe foe, Milde lenity in Sicile's tyrant shin'd,
Yet would, when trusted, not take vengeance soe. When one (though damn'd to dye) enlarg'd a space, If not returning at the time assign'd,
Pabricius did his enemy advise, Did biode a friend, his danger to embrace, That bis phisitian poyson did intend, And when come backe, with a most generous And with great scorne his judgement did despise, minde,
Who had foes just, a traytour to his friend; He did redeeme his pledge, and urg'd his place: And this to doe pought else did him entise, That man (though mercilesse) a pardon gave, But that no crime might his reproach pretend ; And with such two, to be a third did crave. This man all treason did abhorre soe much,
That even suspition could his fame not touch. As if that each man's griefe had beene his owne, One's death to signe, scarce Titus could endure ; Rome's second founder, who Gaule's rage did stay, The like by Nero (but in showe) was showne, When by assault, a citty bent to take, A fatall warrant when one did procure,
A schoole-master his students did betray, Who wish'd that letters he had never kpowne, Their parents soe all supplicants to make ; That, as his heart, his hand might bave been He who did loath to vanquish such a way, [back, pure :
Hini naked straight, them stor'd with rods, sent Of meekenesse thus that monster did esteeme, That they his stripes with interest might restore, “No nature is so bad, but good would seeme.” All beating him, who did beate them before.
When Zamae's field
bad chang'd Italian fates, That pretious pledge, that voluntary band, Whilst there conferr'd (not feard to be deceav'd) Both heavenly, earthly, necessarily us'd, The two great leaders of the rivall states,
Which can the key of hearts, of Heavens command, Of warre's chiefe chiefes the Carthaginian crav'd, A beauteous virgin, vile when once abus'd, He plac't himselfe next two of former dates, Who prostituted now in every land, Whilst, though not nam’d, his foe more praise re- Por feare of fraud, when offered, is refus'd, ceav'd,
Since she corrupted serv'd to snare the just; To whom he told, if not ore-com'd by thee, Wrong'd confidence more harmes, then cold distrust. Then I had thought my selfe first of the three.
Base avarice, matcht with ambition blind, A law too popular bent to have crost,
(Faith forfeitiog) have so ennobled art, Whilst all the senate was conjur'd in one,
That in this age the differing two might find, When Marius fail'd, in whom they trusted most, Fit cause for each of them to act his part, That all with him from their first course were gone, He who still laugh’d, yet nothing did allow, Then brave Metellus not his courage lost,
He who'still weeping at each thing repin'd; But us’de those words, not yeelding when alone, If th' one scorn'd folly, th’other evills would waile, “ A pilot's part in calmes can not be spi'd, For both of them fitt objects would not faile. In dangerous times true worth is onely tri'd."
Ah, save those two what can the world afford! To part the world those who did first agree, When in his shippe for nought save feasting stor'd, Yet who mockes all with most delight is stor’d,
One would still sway, the other sinke the mind, One offered was by seising upon three;
No moment's pleasure can the other find; Of all their empires to bee onely lord;
Who laughes, he lives, as if of all things lord ; But weighing duty in a high degree,
Who weepes, himselfe a slave to all doth bind; To stray from faith that infidell abhorr'd;
“ But follies all to miseries doe turne, (mourne.” And (though thus tempted) from bis faith not fell; And he shall hence have joy, who heere doth In this, this Pompey, Cæsar did excell. A number such as I have marked here,
These Gentiles thus who great examples gave, Of vertue zealous, jealous of their fame,
And though not godly, given to vertue liv'd, Who held both faith, and mutuall duties deere,
Though aym'd at oft, could not the centre hare, Did treason loath, and all what fraude did frame,
Hoys'd all their sailes, but at no port arriv'd, At last in judgment boldly may compeere,
Their deeds damne others, but themselves not sare, Those who more knowledge had the more to blame, For their owne glory, not for God's, who striv'd ; What men did cov'nant, what od did command,
And (as they hop'd) the world did give them fame, Both humane, divine, who brake every band.
But since not sought, they can no further claime. He who chang’d nature's course, did nations daunt, They who on Earth did with great pleasure passe, Who made great hostes to flie, the Sunne to stay, That time and course which fates (they thought) He even to those whom purpos'd to supplant,
decreed, Like to provoke who did him first betray,
And wben death did dissolve this mortall masse, Did firmely keepe what he did rashly graunt: Would guesse, or else dispute, what should succeed, “ None can his owne, by others' faults defray: Wbil'st (as first shining) breaking last like glasse, To violate an oath all should forbeare, (sweare." If soules immortall were, they doubts did breed : And thinke (though not to whom) by whom they Yet by their fancies freed themselves from paines,
To walke with joy along'st th’ Elysian plaines. O what great losse did Christians once receave ! By Ladislaus, urg'd to be perjur'd, [crave, What cold amazement then their mindes confounds, Whilst Turkes from Christ for vengeance due did whilst from bis tombe each one astonish'd starts, Since he (by him prophan'd) had beene injur'd ? And heares strange trumpets(thundring forth dread Was he not false who freed one to deceave? Cite naked bodies, yea with naked bearts, (sounds) But though his pardon, God's was not procur'd ;
The flying serjeants circling flaming rounds, “ Those who with strangers upright not remaine,
So to assemble people from all parts; Do both themselves and their religion staine.”
At that tribunall which with terrour shines,
To give account of all their soule's designes. Then shall the maske from monsters be remoovid, Who keepe whilst cruell piety in show,
Yet when they heare who liv'd in light accus'd And false to friends, to princes traitors prov'd, Of crimes more odious then they did commit, The bonds of nature (vipers vile) orethrow,
And that their deeds, as arguments are us'd With fire in darknesse ominously lov'd,
To damne them more, who worse did use their wit, Who (Nero's wish) would kill all with one blow; In' hope their ignorance should be excus'd, Like rebells bent to cloake rebellion still,
By that great ludge(who lightning flames) doth sit: Who faining God to serve, his servants kill. It seemes (whilst this some comfort first implyes) That which can reach to Heaven, and God embrace,
A little courage from despaire doth rise. The soule's chiefe treasure whilst kept free from They by all shifts doe seeke themselves to cleare, staine,
Whom nought from errour offred to reclaime, On Earth a vertne, and in Heaven a grace, " Had we (say they) O Lord but chanc'd to heare, Which flow'd from God, we fixe on him againe, As Ninive a prophet in thy name, Religion's oracle, the ground of peace,
No doubt (disdaining what we hold most deare) Which onely serves all trust to enterta'pe; Thy word had serv'd rules for our deeds to frame: “If wanting faith, of good exhausted then, As they with sack-cloth, hunibled in the dust, None can converse with God, nor yet with meo.” We griev'd for sinne, had fix'd in thee our trust.
“Of thee what people could more knowledge have, Who usher'd oft with guards, did gorgeous stand,
Th'one (furious) rag'd, and th'other (foolish) ravid, That looke which can care some, wound others too, None thought in all so many to have seene,
Prophanely cruell, cruelly prophane : As Peter's comfort, doth breed their despaires;
As murth'rers and idolaters have beene. They finde that what their rebell syre did doe, Had forfeited himselfe, and all his heires, (wooe, of monstrous bands, I know not whom to name, A prince when wrong'd should not vile traitours For labours past, who then receive their wage, But when entreated (hearkning to their cares)
As stain'd with bloud, or wrapt in guilty shame, Is (if he grant of grace, that they may live)
Whil'st loos'd in lust, or bended up by rage, Milde if he doe forgive, just not to give.
Not knowne to me by sight, no, not by fame, Of our first father, of grosse earth the sonne, There numbers come, drawne out of every age : (Fruits of forbidden fruits which all concerne) Yet some most eminent may be exprest, As did the crime, the costly knowledge wonne, To make the world conjecture of the rest. Went to his race, which without bookes all learne, So that thenceforth bright wisedome was begunne, I see that churle (a godly stocke's first staine) Which of all things with judgement might discerne, Whose avarice no limits had allow'd, And (rotten branches of a poison'd root) (fruit. His daughters bawd, both prostitute for gaine, Each soule doth hatch some seeds of that blacke To coosned lacob sold, but not endowd; The fatall heires of knowing ill and good,
He, though with him God's prophet did remaine,
Who to dumb blockes abbominably bow'd : Ere statutes grav'd in stone were set in sight, How God was pleas’d, or griev'd, they understood, whom all his race had servd, and be neglect'd.
Shall then behold his throne with state erect'd, As the first errour did direct them right, So that all those who were before the flood, Were damn'd, or sav'd, judgid by innated light:
Those with long lives in contemplation still, That science rob’d, which Nature's law did prove,
Who first did study starres, and measure Heaven, Of ignorance all colour did remove.
As of some learning, authors of much ill,
On nature's course to dote, too fondly given,
These curions braines that search'd Heaven's hid. Most wretched they, who had been happy thought.
For the Creator, creatures did adore,
And in all formes, as fancie's fits inspird;
A trembling troupe they now howle-howling roare, OR,
All that abhorr'd to which they once aspir'd:
And idols which for them no voice could use,
THE SIXTH HOURE.
That land voluptuous, which had beene so long
Some who below with pomp their progresse past,
These who by habite, Hebrew-haters grew,
There are Bell's priests who for themselves to shift, | O how they quake that he their course must try,
Save fatall money which made all to bow?
But (still dissemblers) they the truth abhorr'd, Which always sian'd, yet never mercy claim'd, And whilst that they for Heav'n's great God not card,
It (though no God profess'd) was most ador d. Did dote on that which they themselves bad fram’d, March forth you gallants greedy of respect, By Dagon, Baal, and Ashtaroth snar'd,
Who did not rightly wooe, but ravish fame,
(Though seeming vertuous) vitious in effect,
And ere the world such errours could detect, Yet could who them ador'd cast down to Hell.
Though thrown in Hell, did heavenly honours clame, There stand two soveraignes of the world's first state; Marke what vaine pompes and deities do availe, The first is he who so prophanely rail'd,
Which first your selves, then thousands made to Whose host an angell plagu'd with slaughter great,
faile. Till forc'd to flie, his high designes all fail'd, Loath'd as a monster, safe in no retreate,
You, who of old did Candie's king adore, Not altar's right, nor father's name availd ;
As who might all the hosts of Heaven command, But by his sonnes, before his God, kill'd there, Where millions now upbraiding him do roare, Idolatry and blood both venged were.
Loe, how the naked wretch doth quivering stand,
(Then all the rest condemn'd for mischiefe more) The next is he who that huge statue fram'd, Whil'st thought Heaven's God, Hell's guide in every To be ador'd at every trompet's sound,
land, To whom the prophet twise told what he dream'd, He father's state, and sister's shame did reave, First of great empires, last what would confound, A parricide, incestuous, lust's vile slave. Who with a haughty heart (fond foole) proclaim'd, “ Is not this Babel, which my hands did found?”? Loe, his adnitrous brood, Amphitrio's scorne, Then did abash'd with beastes a beaste abide, Right father's heire, ador'd for doing ill, Type of God's judgements, spectacle of pride. Whose fame, by fabulous deeds, aloft was borne, What mighty monarchs follow after those,
Yet but great robber, did lesse robbers kill, Withwhom light's throne so great regard had wonne,
Till by a poyson's shirt, last justly torne, That of their empire purpos’d to dispose,
As whilst alive by lust's vile harpies still : All met before daie's progresse was begunne,
Now he who once was fain'd to force the Hell, Then vow'd their judgement should on him repose, There damn’d to darknesse may for ever dwell. Whose courser's ney did first salute the Suone;
He trembleth now who spurning still at peace, A gallant coosnage, one the crowne did gaine, Whose horse, or foote-groome, had more right to With brags, the ayre, with blows did beat the raigne.
And she with whom whil'st bent to sport a space, The Greekes, though subtle, raving in this sort, He who brav'd others did lye basely bound; With idoles earst defil'd, were last orethrowne; Then that lame dolt who prov'd his owne disgrace, From their bigh wittes bright nature did extort, With him (their like) by whom the fraud was found. That some great God rul'd all things as his own; What godly gods? what worth with titles even, Yea, some farre gone (though of the end still short) Thus seeking Hell, to stumble upon Heaven, Rais'd altars up unto a God unknown; Yet by the multitude their state was borne, These do not scape who first for vertue knowne, Though those dumbe deities some durst clearely Rais’d from love's thigh, or head, dress'd wines, and
oyles, One, who not feard that they themselves could Nor she by whom for food first corne was sown, venge,
To furnish fields with antumn's pretious spoils,
(beare, Once with such taunts, as none but blockes could Nor pone of them by whom prais'd arts were shows, With loves of gold, bis cloake of cloth did change, To barre vice-breeding sloth by needfull toils : For winter warme, for summer light to weare,
Since they usurp'd what did to God belong, Then since his sire had none, as in him strange,
And were, whil'st doing right, intending wrong. Prom Æsculapius his long beard did teare; Thus he himselfe with spoiles of gods did fraught,
Not onely Gentiles who prophanely rar'd, They impotent, he impudent, both naught.
Do now curse those by whom they were beguil'd,
And Inde's new world, ere borne, in sinne conceir'd, What thinke those senatours when Christ they see, From whom the light of God was farre exild, Who whilst inform'd what fame of him was runne; But even these lews whose soules the truth perOf mortall ends that from suspition free,
ceiv'd, He by great wonders confidence had wonnė ; (With spirituall whoredome publickly defila) Since they to him no temples would decree, They who ingratė, great benefits abus'd, Whose God-head without them had beene beginne; Loe, quite confounded, can not be excus'd.
O wretched troupe which did so grosly stray, Of Israel's monarchs to worke mischiefe sold,
Which before images discharg'd to bow. From seeking asses he was rais'd to raigne, And when enstall'd soone forfeited his right; O what dread troupe doth with strange aspects rise ! Once prophecied amongst the prophet's traine, I think their eyes fame fire, their hands drop blood? Then hunted was with sprits which loath'd the light; Those whose proud hearts did all the world despise, Spar'd heathnish Agag whom he should have slaine, That at their power abus'd astonish'd stood, And kill'd God's priests, though precious in his sight; Did murther, robbery, sacriledge disguise, He ever abject was, or did insult,
With shows of valour, which their brags made good: Did first with God, last with the Devill consult. Where is that courage vaunted of so oft?
Whil'st crush'd with fears they dare not look aloft. He who made Israel sinne, forc'd, and entis'd, what huge anguish in his soule doth sit! When as God's sonnes did with men's daughters lye, Who with religion policy disguis’d,
Of the first world behold a bloudy traine; In heavenly things of too much worldly wit, (pris'd, But chiefly two most emninent I spie, Whose hand stretch'd forth to strike, even then sur A barbarous murtherer, and a bragger vain: Was hurt, and heal'd, by him whom bent to hit: He who to God durst with disdaine reply, The altar rent, as was his heart with feares, When for his brother ask'd (whom he had slain) The ashes falne, as should have done his teares. “ Am I his keeper?" and I think he thought
Take up his offering, help'd thy favour ought? Vp hatefull Achab, horroor of thy race, (thought, Whose heart, then hands durst do, more mischiefe This moth of minds, base spite, selfe-torturing gall, When quaking to behold Christ's faming face, Made devils to lose what he them once had given, The cheape vine-garden shall be dearly bought; Then bent to be like God made man to fall, O bitter grapes, hard to digest, no grace,
Himselfe from Eden, and bis Sonne from Heaven, When thy tumultuous minde to light is brought ; To which all children still by nature thrall, And for his cause whose life thou thus did'st reave, (Though for their harme) with otherswould be even: Dogges did thy bloud, devils do thy soule receave. À childish vice which onely weaknesse beares,
“ One what he wauts, in others hates, or feares." You sisters faire whom God did love so much, Both basely humbled did dishonour'd range,
With bim who first confusion did conspire, He (abject rivals) jealous made of such,
The swaggerer's patron next in ranke is rang'd, Whose vilenesse did exempt them from revenge:
If seven-fold vengeance Cain did require, Mouth dumbe, eares deafe, eyes blinde, hands could Times seventy seven who vow'd to be revengid; not touch,
[change? And told his wives that (insolent in ire) (chang'd. What monstrous madoesse could procure this He wounds for words, and death for wounds ex. Law, wonders, prophets, promise nought could move, But who thus rioting did burden eares, For infinite deserts, a gratefull love.
(With terrour freet']) is all benumm'd with fears. Some kings of luda idols did imbrace,
That hairy hunter given to sport with blond, As he whose sonne through fire polluted went,
Ere borne contentious, in the wombe prophane, That hatefull Ahaz, Achab's steps did trace,
Who (as estrang'd from knowing what was good) Next whom one more did sinne, but did repent;
His birth-right sold, some pottage so to gaine: And one before link'd with the loathsome race,
Who further likewise gave, allur'd by food, With him did perish, whom to follow beut. (moves, That which
once scorn'd, was after beg'd in vaine : * From them who make bad leagues the Lord re- This man still foolish findes
his fault too late, And often-times the friendship fatall proves.”
Whil'st being nam'd with them whom God doth bate.