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THE SEVENTH HOURL.
Who can but burst those moderne times to touch, There stand world's great ones, whovainejoy enjoy'd, Whil'st bloudy hearts, and hands, can smooth their While boundlesse lusi still strange desires did breed, breath?
[much | Though gelded keepers jealously convoy'd When some (though Christians) are commended A female troupe, for fancy, not for need, [cloy'd, For suffering, no, even for inflicting death? Vast appetite, weake power, much wish'd, soupe It may indeed be justly said of such,
A longing first, straight loathing did succeed : They burne in zeale, worke wonders out of faith, That sinne so sweet, which nature most desires, Who fire whole kingdomes for religion's love, Doth here breed temporall, hence eternall fires. And to seeme holy, homicides will prove.
The infant world great freedome did allow, Next those great men whose fame so glorious flyes, To those delights which people did the ground, Who rag'd with fury, or for folly ravid,
At least strict lawes did punish none as now, And hended up with pride, or slack’t with lyes, For any fault that did not wedlocke wound, Idolatry, or marther, still conceiv'd,
And chastnesse then had beene a foolish vow, A dastard troupe stands with dejected eyes, When parents' praise a populous offspring crown'd. Whose tainted life, world's shame, Heaven's judg. Men then were forc'd with all degrees to wed, ment cray'd :
(chase, Till some discents more lawfull limits bred.
That which God first in Eden did ordaine,
That sacred league who ever vow in vaine,
Although they thinke all secret what they doe:
It is a sinne which God so highly hates,
He markes it still with ruines of estates.
Amongst the lewes where God most clearelywrought,
That when for sinne God would his people leave,
What raving madnesse doth enfame the minde False iudges, witnesses, who frand contrivd, With curiousnesse, another's course to know? Or were in that which they profess'd, unjust:
When one the like by lawfull meanes may finde, All learned men who have their gifts abus'd; Why should he seeke to steale what others owe? But chiefly church-inen are at last accus’d. Which is (when reach'd) not such as was design'd
By fond conceit's imaginary show: (woe ends,
Man wrong'd, God griev'd, damnation last attends.
Yet to the stronger, lesse restraint was showne, That them to taxe, even Gentiles did attaine, Who (others' wives not touch'd) did else seeme free, Though not thought sin, nor by no law declin'd, Where for each scape, a woman was orethrowne : Whose facts (as filthy) Nature did disdaine: And forward fame (tou partiall) as we see, [knowne: Who (following sense) from reason did rebell, More damnes them, if suspect, then men when Long loath'd on th' Earth still tortur'd in the Hell. He, this way stray'd, to some more gallant seemes,
Where her (once stayu'd) the world no more esAssyria's king (no king before depriv'd)
teemes. (Though others barbarous) first who beastly provid, Who (faint for lust) effeminately livid,
From wives so farre their fellowes to preferre, Till by despaire to seeme couragious mov'd, The generall judgement diverse reasons move; He (when he knew his ruine was contriv’d)
If from their honour any way they erre, Did with himselfe burne all things which he lov'd: Some may them use, though never truely love; This act was bad, yet praised for his best,
As him her fault, the husband's shames not her, O who can thinke how hatefull were the rest ! Whose treacherous part may more pernitious prove:
He but affords, and she receives disgrace, Rome's ugly lord (power hatefull for bis sake) He but augments, she falsifies the race. Whose vile desires could never be asswag'd, Who (Nature's horrour) man to wife did take, A woman's worth, which Nature deckes, not art, All whole to lust and gluttony engag'd,
Opinion values, favour doth procure, Who did profusely feasts prodigious make, Whose glory is the conquest of a heart, A death disastrous (as his due) presag'd:
Which vertue doth, not vanity allure, He it (thoughill) all meanes prepar'd to grace, Where beauty, wit, and each respected part, Yet (alwaies foule) dy'd in a Gilthy place.
Are sham’d by her, but honour not a whore:
When false, or faint, men are disgrac'd two wayes, To force them further who were else their owne, A woman onely when from fame she strayes. (Things faire when neare, fall foule when once they
touch) They who (all burning with voluptuous fires) More love nor reason, but no favour showne, Did dandle lust as a delightfull guest,
Some loos'd just int’rest urging it too much; And (making beauty bawd to base desires) Lot's daughters this, and Tamar's rape hath showne, Did buy their colour so to sell the rest,
locasta, Myrrha, Canace, and such; Loe, painted, false, or stolne, face, minde, attires, Incestuous matches make a monstrous brood, All is beli’d, and badnesse is their best;
Loath'd are they now who tainted thus their blood. Deare proves the pleasure, bitter is the gaine, Which black disgrace upbraides with endlesse paine. O fatall ill, which man-kinde may bemone !
Must things unlawfull most affected be? There, beautie's goddesse with these dainty Greekes, All Eden's fruits were freely given save one, Who did endeere the treasure of a face,
Yet Bvah long'd for the forbidden tree, And (fond of that which idle fancy seekes) Man ore all creatures plac'd (as in a throne) Would kisse like doves, like ivie did embrace,
Hath thrallid bimselfe, and in a base degree; Red lippes, white hands, black eyes, curld haires, Vaine appetites, and an enormous lust, smooth cheekes,
(grace; Have brought bim back more low then to the dust. Which flattering smiles, and flaming lookes did The Stygian tyrant nothing can asswage, That once forc'd favour, but now hatred moves : Then for Adonis greater griefe she proves.
When ravishers upbraid th' intended wrong;
There Tereus, Nessus, all shall have their wage; With daughters two love's Leda weepes in vaine,
These guests ingrate, who for the bride did throng: (One by base sport transported for a space)
Then Shechem, Amnon, Tarquin, by lust's rage, Who kill'd her husband, by her sonne was slaine :
Who were to force infortunately strong; Next, that great beauty which the Greekes would Euen in this world wrath did all those confound.
Blood quenching lust, death venging honour's wound, grace, But by more lustre doe betray a staine,
Such faults though great, match'd with more great, Troy's fatall plague, the fable of each place,
seeme lesse, Much courted once, she now detested stands,
Those whom to pleasure weaknesse did betray, (As kill'd for her) accus'd by murmuring bands.
They but the law, not nature did transgresse,
The sexe observd, in sort did onely stray: Lascivious Lais much in Corinth knowne,
Where some more vile then any can expresse, Who sold deare pleasure, pretious but by price;
Both God and Nature in such borrour hare; That dame of goods ill gain’d for franknesse showne, That if their sinne were not in scripture seene, Whom Rome made goddesse that way never nice,
I should not thinke that it had ever beene. Brave chiefes for whores who thousands have orethrowne,
That towne which was consum'd with showers of fire, Though striking hearts with horrour of that vice; Where men first men, then angels strir'd to staine, Lust breeds a plague of late which all doe loath, Of fearefull type of memorable ire ! As which still shame, death sometime, oft yeelds Whose bounds still ugly like their sinne remaine, both.
Of which the world's great ludge shall now enquire,
And for the same appoint some speciall paine: That pompous queene admir'd so much for state,
That fault too foule not fit to be but nam'd, When daunting them whose fame did hostes appall, Let good men thinke that it cannot be dream'd. (World's conquerours conquer'd) who (then both Made Cesar flie, and Antony to fall, (more great) Woe now to them who from all bounds did swerte, Rare courage ! rais'd with a declining fate, And (still intemp'rate) liv'd like abject beasts, Who did triumphing, wben design'd a thrall; As wholly given their appetites to serve, But for these faults which numbers did confound, Whose pleasure did depend upon their tasts, Then aspickes gave, shee feeles a deeper wound. And whilst the poore (for famine faint) did sterre,
With food superfuous rioted in feasts: Rome's wanton dame doth thrust amid'st this with Dives now tormented they remaine, throng,
And envy beggars whom they did disdaine.
As bragging of God's spoils, puffd up in heart,
Lo, thou art weigh’d, found light, thy kingdomes
Who with his hand whilst writing thus, did wound, You who below have forfeited your fame,
Must with his whole in judgement quite confound. And from their God so many doe divorce, Who scarce can blush, though but a badge of shame, He with brave troups who bragg'd Bethulian walls
, Loe, what is all that you so much enforce ! Whose breast for bloud, or wine, still raging boilid, A little flash, an extasie, a dreame, (morse: Drinke forcing his, his sword a number's falls, Which loath'd when done, doth quickly leave re- Who men of lives, of honour women spoil'd; What foules are these who for a fact so foule, He, then when threatning all the world as thralls, Lose fame and goods, the body and the soule? Whil'st most secure, eternally was foil'd;
By sleep, by drink, by death, thrice senselesse made, Power serves not now to countenance crimes with No wonder though a woman stole his head.
Nor policy to cloake their course with slight, This filthy vice enfeebling nature's force, Though other faults (foule in an high degree) That gorgeous king who kill'd Cassander's sonne, Make men like beasts, it onely makes them worse, By him prevented onely by one day, Since to be drunk beasts not so base can be; With mutuall feasts, and curtesies begun, From reason onely madnesse doth divorce
Both faining love, when purpos'd to betray: It both from sepse, and reason, as we see:
These finde withall who have such courses rupne, A murtherer but procures the bodie's fall,
That generous plaipnesse proves the better way; Where drunkennesse with it, soule's, fame's, and all. No men more wretched then some greatest kings,
Both for omitting, and committing things.
They at this time not onely are accus'd,
For all which they directly did affect,
Whom they did raise, approve, or not correct; When scap't from fames was allenflam'd with drinke, Save greater torment when not rightly us’d, And of those two so singular for grace,
Now soveraigne power doth purchase no respect : Th' one lost a part, the other all his race.
“Of high imployments great accounts are cravid, That in this sort which made such men to fall,
And they must render most, who most receiv’d." Of piety though speciall patterns nam'd, No doubt it cannot but confound them all,
Faith (if once broke) doth so displease each minde, Who in this kinde have such contentment dream'd, That it not kept (even to an Ethnicke king) That (to the same vow'd voluntary thrall)
The last in Iuda's throne (his crowne resign'd) They brag when fresh, where they should be asham'd, All charg'd with chaines to bondage base did bring; Such onely when growne worst, least please the Who saw his sonnes first kill'd, then was made blinde, Since then as dead, not able to do evill. [Devill,
What more mishap a heart with griefe could sting?
He wretched was, not that his eyes were reft, Though to be drunke one did no sinne commit, But to see ill that they too long were left. Yet it is grosse, and agly every way, As that which spoils the grace, the strength, the wit, Palé stand they now, who took God's name in vaine, The feet made stumble, and the tongue to stray; And have their soules for trifling ends forsworne ; And where a vertue is, quite smothering it, Who hearts still straight, as simple did disdaine, Each weakenesse that one hath doth straight betray; Whose wit could glose on vice, and vertue scorne, What vice like this, which all ills else includes, Who thund'ring oaths the very ayre did staine; Since sinfull, shamefull, hurting health and goods? O how they curse the houre that they were borne!
Such oft the Devill have call’d and God refus'd, That race of Satan, like himselfe in lyes,
With imprecations, execrations us’d. Must then tell truth to him who all things knows, Of circling fraud who soone the centre tryes, Of all these false ones which this time doth try, And doth perceive all their deceiving shows, With greatest wrath the Lord doth them pursue, Whose promises (like spiders' webs for flyes) Who (forcing faith) were bold to sell a lye, A subtle snare the better sort ore-throws.
Affirming freely what they never knew : Who vainly vaunt amid'st their flying joyes, With these vile hirelings which made Nabal dye, That men with oaths, and babes are trap'd with toyes. A number more damn'd for this fault I view, O now they spie how ill they play'd their parts,
Which witnesses to try, no witnesse needs, When they revive abandonding the dust!
Their guilty conscience large confession breeds. Plaine and transparant are their hollow hearts, Which did delude the world, betraying trust;
Troups which for spite durst urge a false comThough subtle thought, then simple prove these arts, That tyrants might the saints of God commit,
plaint, Which onely serve to circumvent the just: Such (ventring soules) base trifles bent to gaine,
With palenesse now their faces feare doth paint, Were first to shame, and last expos’d to paine.
To witnesse wrong who did extend their wit:
Whilst they behold those whom they striv'd to taint, As many meane men muster in this band,
With angels rank'd (in judging them) to sit : By avarice made false, or forc'd by want,
The great accuser doth against them plead, There others are who kingdomes did command,
Whom once he pleas'd, that he them thence may And save themselves striv'd every thing to daunt;
leade. To rise ambitious, jealous how to stand, By policy who thousands did supplant,
Loe, as their bodies, naked are their minds, And all the world imbrac'd within their minde,
(That maske remov'd which did them long disguise) Till at the last by some few foots confin'd.
Whose vows, and oaths, but breath, went with the
winds, Kings joyn'd with subjects to be judg'd come in ; Not to secure, given onely to entice, No deputies in person all compeere, (sinne; These nets of fraud, weav'd in so many kinds, No greatnesse guilds their guilt, no guards guard Whence poys'nous snakes did (hid with Bowers)sufNo majestie save one breeds reverence bere ;
prise, For treacherous treaties they in vaine begin, All at an instant now is brought to light, By blaw'd ambassadours themselves to cleare : Which deep dissemblers had wrapt up in night.
The chiefe of such whom here abhorr'd I view, He sought his wreake who came the world to save,
(Though there were hope that gifts could calme this Who witnesse, partie, judge, and hangman too,
They naked are, and nothing have to give, (judge) Damu'd by himselfe, left now the lesse to doe.
Owbat strange furies in their bosomes lodge!
Who wish to dye, and yet of force must live: That great arch-patron of such cunning parts, These who from others' plaints had barr'd their ears, Is back'd by many drawne from southerne climes, Smoke sighsin raine, and raine downe foudsofteares. Who first to tongues driv'd honestie from hearts, And bent to prosper car'd not by what crimes, The Florentine made famous by these arts,
Ye judges, ye who with a little breath
Carr ruine fortunes, and disgrace inflict, Hath tainted numbers even of moderne times:
Yea, sit securely (whil'st denouncing death) Till subtilty is to such credit rais'd,
In lives (though pretious) as but toyes, not strict; That falshood (when call'd policy) is prais'd.
Ye must be judg'd, and in a time of wrath,
When Christ himselfe to justice doth addict: Ah ! this of zeale the sacred ardour cools,
To rigour fierce then give not rashly place,
For if you scape, it onely is by grace,
All those whom power doth arme and glory decke, O how their knowledge makes them now to quake! Not onely are for their owne faults disprov'd, Who wrong'd God's glory, and provok'd his wrath, But for all theirs whom they were bound to checke, By forcing reason, and neglecting faith.
Yet where they ow'd just hate, not loath'd but lord:
His sonnes both killid, old Eli broké bis necke, Who (nature's slaves, no grounds save hers would Whom he (though tax'd) not mended, por retouch)
mov'd. Still' studying th' Earth, not what did Heaven con
“ Who punish may, and yet comport with simne, They wish they had knowne more, else not so much, They lose themselves where they should others Had bad no light, else judgment to discerne,
winne.” Diagoras, Democritus, and such Voluptuous epicures, and stoicks sterne :
Some who would mocke the world, appearing pure, This narrow search which all their soules must sift, So with frajle colours frailty to disguise, No subtle wit by sophistry can shift.
Whil'st privately some person they procure
To execute the ill that they devise, Though to all those whom sinne hath made to sinke, Though (shadow'd thus) they dreame themselves (If pale repentance not by teares do purge)
secure, This court yeelds feares, even more then men can
Whil'st gaine to them, to others hate doth rise : thinke,
Who indirectly thus a fault commit,
Are found more guilty by dissembling it.
That Edomite in Hell's black depths involv'd, The Lord (as jealous) all the wayes doth try.
Whil'st he revenge, else guerdon did attend,
Who even in church, the priests ore-throw resolv'd, They who were judges judgment must attend,
And at devotion mischiefe did intend : Whose hearts with conscience have no longer truce, (With Heaven and Earth at once all bands dissolrd) Whom bribes, hate, love, or other partiall end, Vile Doeg, dogge, both false to God, and friend: Did buy, wrest, bow, or any way seduce;
Though true his words, the sense was wrong annex'd, No law, nor practick can them now defend ; And now he finds what glose betraid the text. There is no hope this processe to reduce: His sentences whose words are all of weight, Those base informers who (by envy led) (Whence scarce pronounc'd) are executed straight. Three Hebrews' ruine did with fraud conspire,
Then was the fornace when with flames made red, He who to death did damne the Lord of life,
More fierce they finde the rage of sparkling ire, Vnhappy man how batefull is his part !
And (neare that forme by which their eyes were fed) When griev'd io minde, and wamed by his wife,
They enter must, not be consum'd with fire: He wash'd bis hands, but would not purge his heart, Yet differ thus, these scap't, not touch'd againe, Yet for lesse paine with some be stands at strife,
Where they must alwayes burne with endlesse paine. Who give wrong doomes, yet not so much as smart: But men to please since he the Lord contemn’d, He must be judg'd by him whom he condemn'd.
These leacherous iudges, infamie of age,
Who (for Susanna in an ambush plac'd) One's monstrous crimes with torments how to match, Did runne (enfiam'd with a voluptuous rage) The devils do all concurre for vengeance great, And living snows (all freez'd with feare) embrac'd, Who (when at sacred food) did mischiefe hatch, Which treason did 'twixt two great straits engage, A traitor, theefe, apostate, and ingrate,
To sinne in secret, or to dye disgrac'd ; Who made (when he his Lord to trap did watch) They curse their course which so impetuous provid, A kisse(though love's chiefe signe) the badge of hate;, Twixt passions toss'd whil'st hating whom they lord.
That froth of envy, bubble of base pride,
He but in eares, such always asses be,
Since still in toile from burdens never free.
Then avarice that painefull guide to paine,
With greater troupes no sinne triumphes in Hell, A rare example of vaine height brought low; What fettered captives charg'd with guilty gaine; Who of the man whom he did most disdaine, Prey of their prey, their wreake by winning tell? The bridle led, most abject of the traine.
That glue of soules must them from Heaven re
straine, When sometime match'd by emulating strife, Who ti'd to it, on th’ Earth would always dwell: Black calomnie (swolne bate and envie's childe) Such jealous fooles, they not enjoy, though match, Damnes him with others (false records are rife) But build a nest where others are to hatch. By whom Apelles was from men exild, Who (ani inating colours) colour'd life,
Of all those hearts which this curst hag doth stitch, Till (by their eyes) men joy'd to be beguild: Though by the world they are detasted most, Whil'st drawn by him an admirable peece,
Who are like him whom stealing did bewitch, It (as a treasure) was engross'd in Greece. With gold, and garments, tainting losua's host,
Yet many are by farre worse meanes made rich, No vice below fraughts Pluto with more spoils Who more doe sinne, yet of their sinne dare boast ; Than avarice, which nothing can controule ;
Theeves oft (like him with Christ) get life by death, (The heart with cares, the body tyr'd with toils) Where such are onely kept for endlesse wrath. Whilst it (a tyrant) doth oppresse the soule, And all the buds of rising vertue foils,
They by their place who should all faults reToo grosly base, and miserably foule ;
dresse, Then it can never scape a generall hate,
And guard the weake against encroaching wrong, Which one to found would ruine every state.
If of their greatnesse they the ground transgresse,
(As for inficting harme made only strong) Not onely wretches all the world would wrong,
Though they a space by power the poore oppresse, But even themselves defraud of what is due; 0! they shall find with griefe ere it be long, From all their treasures travellid for so long,
How much it had imported to their state, Which they but owe, not use, not owe, but view,
That they had striv'd to be more good then great. Them fortune oft, death still to part is strong, Who of all sinners have most cause to rue: (gaine, Thou who rais'd high, should'st helpe the humble They lose themselves that doubtfull heires may
sort, The pleasures want of sinne, have but the paine. Yet, whilst thy pride all law and reason foiles,
The entrailes, yea, their marrow dost extort, By misery to finde bis folly movid,
Bath'd by their sweat, annointed with their toiles, When fortune's dreames were vanish'd all away,
Dost vrye more then they owe, or can support, That Lydian king who Sulon's speech approv'd,
Deare is thy state when purchas'd by such spoiles; Did clearly tell how greatnesse did betray,
Though theft be much detasted at this time,
He who inferiours thus to ruine brings,
Though lawes approve, and custome cluke such That Roman who but such did rich esteeme,
things, As furpish might an hoast, yet want not feare,
His course at last doth all unmask'd remaine; When his sonne's head (whose hopes so great did who late were lords, and kept a court like kings, seeme)
Of them whome once they ruld no vantage gaine; With horrour crown'd a bragging Parthian's speare, No bragges, nor bribes, no care nor friendship aides. Then all his wealth could not bimselfe redeeme, The judge in wrath with frownes their faults upKillid oft ere dead, barbarians scoffes to beare;
braids. Thus he who long below so rich did dwell, Rob'd fortune, fame, and life, went poore to Hell. Though lofty tyrants first much mischiefe breed,
Their ravenous course whilst nothing can appease, She whose base mind they whom it pleas’d did scorne,
Yet others are who on their fall doe feed, (Vile avarice so poison'd had her heart) (borne, Whom so to humble it the Lord doth please, Whilst charg'd with all which foes left armes had Whose summes for interest principalls exceed, Did nothing get, yet they too much impart, A cosening favour, ruining with ease; The words were kept, but not the sence was sworne,
But Christ at last a iubilee doth sound, The which, (though their deceit) was her desart ; His free from bands, who did them bind, are bound. But though that monstrous weight bruis’d all her A greater now doth crush her all at once. [bones,
Then robbers, theeves, oppressours, usurers there,
One sort at least the Lord farre more doth hate, Of him whose touch made gold, when rich at will, His temple spoiling, who himselfe not spare, That ancient tale each miser's state hath showne,
Take what zeale gave, the fat of offerings eate, Who steale from others, rob themselves poore still,
What was allow'd the Levites for their share, As borne to envy weath, though even their owne; Prophanely us'd to found a private state : Gold did his chests, but not his stomack fill, They must thiuke God lesse then the Devill to be, Starv'd by abundance, by his wish ore-throwne; Who thousands kill'd to keepe his altars free.