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O Nature's glory, Fortune's phenix, stay!
I must admire that which I seldome see,
Though (when once rais'd) thy vertue might make


How could'st thou, poore, grow great, great, not rich be?

Heaven to the world this wonder would bewray,
That poverty and greatnesse might agree:
But though thy worth, the time, the state conspir'd,
So poore a magistrate might be admir'd.

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They who inrag'd did tyrannize in Rome,
And all who fro, their mindes did pitty barre,
With that black band in judgement once may come,
Who call'd inquisitors tormentors are,
And may in justice plead a milder doome,
Nor these in cruelty who passe them farre ;
Since then strange tortures which they frame of late,
None us❜d on th' Earth, nor fain'd in Hell more great.

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That stout Athenian whom great Xerxes sought,
Who (twise deluded) had his death design'd,
(His memory did so torment his mind) [bought,
And long the same would with great summes have
Yet came to him though warranted by nought
Save that he thought a generous foe to find;
Not like to them who from faith given have swerv'd,
Who trusted him (though hated) he preserv'd.

Those two whose rigour first did Rome displease,
Whilst bent what way to murther with most ease,
Who long great captaines, last great tyrauts grew,
Of those one once, on whom foes sought to seaze,
By papers one, by signes another slew ;
Fled to his rivall danger did eschew;

And he, though cruell, false, and his chiefe foe,
Yet would, when trusted, not take vengeance soe.

Fabricius did his enemy advise,
And with great scorne his judgement did despise,
That his phisitian poyson did intend,
Who had foes just, a traytour to his friend;
And this to doe nought else did him entise,
But that no crime might his reproach pretend;
This man all treason did abhorre soe much,
That even suspition could his fame not touch.

Rome's second founder, who Gaule's rage did stay,
When by assault, a citty bent to take,
A schoole-master his students did betray,
Their parents soe all supplicants to make;
He who did loath to vanquish such a way, [back,
Him naked straight, them stor'd with rods, sent
That they his stripes with interest might restore,
All beating him, who did beate them before.

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He who chang'd nature's course, did nations daunt,
Who made great hostes to flie, the Sunne to stay,
He even to those whom purpos'd to supplant,
Like to provoke who did him first betray,
Did firmely keepe what he did rashly graunt:
"None can his owne, by others' faults defray:
To violate an oath all should forbeare, [sweare."
And thinke (though not to whom) by whom they
O what great losse did Christians once receave!
By Ladislaus, urg'd to be perjur'd, [crave,
Whilst Turkes from Christ for vengeance due did
Since he (by him prophan'd) had beene injur'd?
Was he not false who freed one to deceave?
But though his pardon, God's was not procur'd;
"Those who with strangers upright not remaine,
Do both themselves and their religion staine."

Then shall the maske from monsters be remoov'd,
Who keepe whilst cruell piety in show,
And false to friends, to princes traitors prov'd,
The bonds of nature (vipers vile) orethrow,
With fire in darknesse ominously lov'd,
Who (Nero's wish) would kill all with one blow;
Like rebells bent to cloake rebellion still,
Who faining God to serve, his servants kill.

That which can reach to Heaven, and God embrace,
The soule's chiefe treasure whilst kept free from
On Earth a vertue, and in Heaven a grace,
Which flow'd from God, we fixe on him againe,
Religion's oracle, the ground of peace,
Which onely serves all trust to entertaine;
"If wanting faith, of good exhausted then,
None can converse with God, nor yet with men."

That pretious pledge, that voluntary band,
Both heavenly, earthly, necessarily us❜d,
Which can the key of hearts, of Heavens command,
A beauteous virgin, vile when once abus❜d,
Who prostituted now in every land,

For feare of fraud, when offered, is refus'd,
Since she corrupted serv'd to snare the just;
Wrong'd confidence more harmes, then cold distrust.

Base avarice, matcht with ambition blind,
(Faith forfeiting) have so ennobled art,
That in this age the differing two might find,
Fit cause for each of them to act his part,
He who still laugh'd, yet nothing did allow,
He who still weeping at each thing repin'd;
If th' one scorn'd folly, th' other evills would waile,
For both of them fitt objects would not faile.

Ah, save those two what can the world afford!
Yet who mockes all with most delight is stor❜d,
One would still sway, the other sinke the mind,
No moment's pleasure can the other find;
Who laughes, he lives, as if of all things lord;
Who weepes, himselfe a slave to all doth bind;
"But follies all to miseries doe turne, [mourne."
And he shall hence have joy, who heere doth
These Gentiles thus who great examples gave,
And though not godly, given to vertue liv'd,
Though aym'd at oft, could not the centre have,
Hoys'd all their sailes, but at no port arriv'd,
Their deeds damne others, but themselves not save,
For their owne glory, not for God's, who striv'd;
And (as they hop'd) the world did give them fame,
But since not sought, they can no further claime.

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"Of thee what people could more knowledge have, | Who usher'd oft with guards, did gorgeous stand,
Then by thy selfe had at the first been showne? Are (naked now) throng'd in a vulgar band.
Who could give backe more then they did receive?
Or honour thee whom they had never known?
Ah, how could we the light of nature leave,
Or whil'st thy will was hid, but use our owne?
Shall we be judg'd by lawes, not given to us,
What not commanded, violating thus?"
That looke which can cure some, wound others too,
As Peter's comfort, doth breed their despaires;
They finde that what their rebell syre did doe,
Had forfeited himselfe, and all his heires, [wooe,
A prince when wrong'd should not vile traitours
But when entreated (hearkning to their cares)
Is (if he grant of grace, that they may live)
Milde if he doe forgive, just not to give.

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Two troupes' great terrour cannot be conceiv'd,
Which (as in sinne) in judgement joyn'd remaine;
In image this, in essence that God brav'd,
His honour given away, his servants slaine;
Th'one (furious) rag'd, and th' other (foolish) rav'd,
None thought in all so many to have seene,
Prophanely cruell, cruelly prophane :

As murth'rers and idolaters have beene.

Of monstrous bands, I know not whom to name,
For labours past, who then receive their wage,
As stain'd with bloud, or wrapt in guilty shame,
Whil'st loos'd in lust, or bended up by rage,
Not knowne to me by sight, no, not by fame,
There numbers come, drawne out of every age:
Yet some most eminent may be exprest,
To make the world conjecture of the rest.

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There are Bell's priests who for themselves to shift, | O how they quake that he their coursé must try,
Would needs their God a monstrous glutton prove, Whose deity they did trust, yet durst deny!
Till Daniel did disclose their fraudfull drift,
And (as his bargaine was) did them remove,
Then, these for God who did a dragon lift,
Which without force he forc'd, such to disprove,
And many thousands bursting forth deepe groanes,
Who prostituted soules to stockes and stones.

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The next is he who that huge statue fram'd,
To be ador'd at every trompet's sound,
To whom the prophet twise told what he dream'd,
First of great empires, last what would confound,
Who with a haughty heart (fond foole) proclaim'd,
"Is not this Babel, which my hands did found?"
Then did abash'd with beastes a beaste abide,
Type of God's judgements, spectacle of pride.
What mighty monarchs follow after those,
Withwhom light's throne so great regard had wonne,
That of their empire purpos'd to dispose,
All met before daie's progresse was begunne,
Then vow'd their judgement should on him repose,
Whose courser's ney did first salute the Sunne;
A gallant coosnage, one the crowne did gaine,
Whose horse, or foote-groome, had more right to

The Greekes, though subtle, raving in this sort,
With idoles eårst defil'd, were last orethrowne;
From their high wittes bright nature did extort,
That some great God rul'd all things as his own;
Yea, some farre gone (though of the end still short)
Rais'd altars up unto a God unknown;
Yet by the multitude their state was borne,
Though those dumbe deities some durst clearely


One, who not fear'd that they themselves could
Once with such taunts, as none but blockes could

With loves of gold, his cloake of cloth did change,
For winter warme, for summer light to weare,
Then since his sire had none, as in him strange,
From Esculapius his long beard did teare;
Thus he himselfe with spoiles of gods did fraught,
They impotent, he impudent, both naught.

What thinke those senatours when Christ they see,
Who whilst inform'd what fame of him was runne;
Of mortall ends that from suspition free,
He by great wonders confidence had wonné ;
Since they to him no temples would decree,
Whose God-head without them had beene begunne;

Rome coin'd (Heaven's rivall) deities as thought best,
And temples did, (as judge of God's) allow,
To fortune one, by fortune all the rest,
For flattery, bravery, or a doubtfull vow;
What thing esteem'd had not some altar dress'd,
Save fatall money which made all to bow?
But (still dissemblers) they the truth abhorr'd,
It (though no God profess'd) was most ador'd.

March forth you gallants greedy of respect,
Who did not rightly wooe, but ravish fame,
To court fraile echoes of a dying name,
(Though seeming vertuous) vitious in effect,
And ere the world such errours could detect,
Though thrown in Hell, did heavenly honours clame,
Marke what vaine pompes and deities do availe,
Which first your selves, then thousands made to

You, who of old did Candie's king adore,
As who might all the hosts of Heaven command,
Where millions now upbraiding him do roare,
Loe, how the naked wretch doth quivering stand,
(Then all the rest condemn'd for mischiefe more)
Whil'st thought Heaven's God, Hell's guide in every

He father's state, and sister's shame did reave,
A parricide, incestuous, lust's vile slave.

Loe, his adnitrous brood, Amphitrio's scorne,
Right father's heire, ador'd for doing ill,
Whose fame, by fabulous deeds, aloft was borne,
Yet but great robber, did lesse robbers kill,
Till by a poyson'd shirt, last justly torne,
As whil'st alive by lust's vile harpies still:
Now he who once was fain'd to force the Hell,
There damn'd to darknesse may for ever dwell.

He trembleth now who spurning still at peace,
With brags, the ayre, with blows did beat the

And she with whom whil'st bent to sport a space,
He who brav'd others did lye basely bound;
Then that lame dolt who prov'd his owne disgrace,
With him (their like) by whom the fraud was found.
What godly gods? what worth with titles even,
Thus seeking Hell, to stumble upon Heaven.

These do not scape who first for vertue knowne,
Rais'd from love's thigh, or head, dress'd wines, and

Nor she by whom for food first corne was sown,
To furnish fields with autumn's pretious spoils,
Nor none of them by whom prais'd arts were shown,
Since they usurp'd what did to God belong,
To barre vice-breeding sloth by needfull toils:
And were, whil'st doing right, intending wrong.

Not onely Gentiles who prophanely rav'd,
Do now curse those by whom they were beguil'd,
And Inde's new world, ere borne, in sinne conceiv'd,
From whom the light of God was farre exil'd,
But even these lews whose soules the truth per-

(With spirituall whoredome publickly defil'd)
They who ingrate, great benefits abus'd,
Loe, quite confounded, can not be excus❜d.

O wretched troupe which did so grosly stray,
When God with you (as friends) did freely treat,
Who even whil'st Moses in ambassage lay,
In place of him a senselesse calfe did seat;
This, what you parting robb'd, did thus repay,
When turn'd to such an use, as Ægypt's fate;
Where his great works forgot who did you leade,
And you such fools to trust in what you made?

Of Israel's monarchs to worke mischiefe sold,
When nearly mark'd I scarce misse any one,
Save it be Iehu killing (as God would)
His hated rivals to attaine a throne,
Who (though the course of Dan was not controul'd)
Of foure heires crown'd succeeded was when gone :
The rest with idols filthily defil'd,

Do finde how farre their judgement was beguil❜d.

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With Ahab match'd as fit to be his mate,
He stands, who both God's grace, men's love abus'd,
Who to be worse then worst did prove ingrate,
More evill then all whom God before refus'd:
His feare (as fault) not comes in my conceit;
When justly thus by God's great priest accus'd,
Was this (vile monster) a reward to me?
And couldst thou kill his sonne who did save thee?

You sisters faire whom God did love so much,
Both basely humbled did dishonour'd range,
He (abject rivals) jealous made of such,
Whose vilenesse did exempt them from revenge:
Mouth dumbe, eares deafe, eyes blinde, hands could
遽 not touch,

With these now nam'd of idoll-serving bands,
What number loe (time past) their folly findes ?
Some dead, some yet alive, whom in all lands,
Opinion clouds, or ignorance quite blindes;
Whil'st humbled to the worke of mortall hands,
Some simplie trust, some would comment their

But that command beares no exception now,
Which before images discharg'd to bow.

What monstrous madnesse could procure this
Law, wonders, prophets, promise nought could move,
For infinite deserts, a gratefull love.

Some kings of Iuda idols did imbrace,
As he whose sonne through fire polluted went,
That hatefull Ahaz, Achab's steps did trace,
Next whom one more did sinne, but did repent;
And one before link'd with the loathsome race,
With him did perish, whom to follow beut. [moves,
"From them who make bad leagues the Lord re-
And often-times the friendship fatall proves."

O what dread troupe doth with strange aspects rise!
I think their eyes flame fire, their hands drop blood?
Those whose proud hearts did all the world despise,
That at their power abus'd astonish'd stood,
Did murther, robbery, sacriledge disguise,
With shows of valour, which their brags made good:
Where is that courage vaunted of so oft?
Whil'st crush'd with fears they dare not look aloft.
When as God's sonnes did with men's daughters lye,
Of the first world behold a bloudy traine;
But chiefly two most eminent I spie,

A barbarous murtherer, and a bragger vain:
He who to God durst with disdaine reply,
When for his brother ask'd (whom he had slain)
"Am I his keeper?" and I think he thought
Take up his offering, help'd thy favour ought?

This moth of minds, base spite, selfe-torturing gall,
Made devils to lose what he them once had given,
Then bent to be like God made man to fall,
Himselfe from Eden, and his Sonne from Heaven,
To which all children still by nature thrall,
(Though for their harme) with others would be even:
A childish vice which onely weaknesse beares,
"One what he wants, in others hates, or feares."
With him who first confusion did conspire,
The swaggerer's patron next in ranke is rang'd,
If seven-fold vengeance Cain did require,
Times seventy seven who vow'd to be reveng'd;
And told his wives that (insolent in ire) [chang'd.
He wounds for words, and death for wounds ex-
But who thus rioting did burden eares,
(With terrour freez'd) is all benumm'd with fears.

That hairy hunter given to sport with bloud,
Ere borne contentious, in the wombe prophane,
Who (as estrang'd from knowing what was good)
His birth-right sold, some pottage so to gaine:
Who further likewise gave, allur'd by food,
That which once scorn'd, was after beg'd in vaine:
This man still foolish findes his fault too late,
Whil'st being nam'd with them whom God doth bate.

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